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Saturday's Story
A Woman's Prayer.
God grant thee strength, swoetheart,
today,
To bear thy pain.
1 do not for tomorrow pray---
Each day 1b gain.
It Is not much for which I ask.
Nor BolflHh prayer
Just life ItHelf, a single day.
Oh, Fathcijipare!
And yetnfy womnn's heart rebels
Against the word,
And silenced not by fear or shame
Will yet be heard.
Not for one dny, Thou Pitiful.
Unt all the years
Grant him renewed rejoicing Htrongth
To mock my fears.
Nor this alone I ask fof him,
Hut every day,
All blessings that Thy love may hold
For this I pray.
D O.
AGAINST THE TIDE.
In Three Parts Part II
Summary of Part I. "Baby Dick,"
a homely, fiaglle, peculiar child, grows
up to an eccentric young manhood,
full of half-formed noble Ideals
toward whose realization he often
starts, only to be soon diverted to
Borne other line of thought and action.
The daughter of the village "oil king"
falls In lovo with him. but finding her
atTectlon unrequited, turns against
him, and with her father's assistance
seeks through the latter's newspaper
to make life a bin den to the unrespon
slo youth
For our Hnby nick, despising as ho
did the great ones of the earth, yet
lound himself one of them for a brief
apace He discovered a tiling at last
which seemed worth doing with the
enthusiastic impulse of his ilery, young
spirit No halting midway after he
had once thought of the plan No
stopping to consider whether It were
(luito worth while! Humanity is the
ovldent aim nf thn wnrld All tnwnoa
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of nature and mind culminate in the'
Klorlous creature, man, and efforts
made toward raising his condition
could not be without avail. At last
Richard had found an end worthy of
himself. Ho felt the genius force
warm and glow In his veins, he felt
the power rise within him to lead men
In wonderful new paths of right-living.
John and I, listening, never
doubted that ho would Buceeed, al
though we were uncertain regarding
tho simply Justice of tho plan.
The last two years Richard was in
school he studied a good deal or
philosophy and social questions Bon
erally. Strangely enough, he found
the solution offered for his observation
quite unsatisfactory. He had gone to
tho tollege to learn, not to find other
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i A dozen kinds of Univer
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-the Tinest kind of linen
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THE CO - OP.
upon him that filled his thoughts wak
ing and dreaming. He would take
thoac great thinkers try tho hand and
learners. A mighty ambition came
lend them Into the pathB of learning.
Abstract theory may be all very well
In Its way, but It leads absolutely no
where. The bottomless wells of wis
dom are deep and great, but they do
pot refresh tho wearied traveler. Great
wrongB exlBted, that crime flourished
was proof of these wrongs. The mould
upon tho fair branches of learning
nniBt be cut off by the pruning knife.
The tottorlng structure of society must
bo pulled down and a fair new edifice
erected. But since he could not find
a body of helperB to work together
upon thl" new plan, since each Insisted
: building his own littlo house of
blocks and any attempt to reach
heaven only brought forth the confu- (
slon of Babel, he, too, wpuld work
a!on upon his project.
A few years more ho studied at the,
school, no longer to learn how to build, j
but how not to build He would profit
by the failure of others. John al-
lowed him to do as he pleased; after,
all, this folly of his was a harmless
one and who could tell but It would
lend to something. And, sure enough,
ho was offered a chair In one of the!
new branches that people make bo
much of nowadays. But he refused It.
There were plenty to teach, he said,
and few to following tho teaching. Too
mnny captains and too few soldiers, i
Let others talk, he would work And
so he worked steadily toward his plan.
He wrote a book about it. Not In '
the delightfully careless style of that
summer romance long-ago, but stead
ily, fiercely Inflexible,
He tolled by day and far Into the
night, not only over his books filled
with dead men's hopes and failures, I
but among living people as well. He
went down across the river in the
college city and studied their habits
Oh, it was a fascinating search, no
doubt, and baffling to his scientific in-!
vestlgatlon. Whoever starts out to '
tudy mnnkind ends by giving thlsl
subject a deeper Interest nan ever
a student gives In anv other fiold. He
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sinrieu oui 10 coony 3iuuy misery, ne
ended by pitying the sufferer, and he
was not content to stop without re
lieving him. He galne 1 a certain
amount of toleration from the people
among whom he worked a great ed
vanco to make in the dffntl&ns nf the
poor. But the final point of his infatu
ation was not the poor. No. not the
poor, for many were working In their
behalf. The philosophers, the state,
the ehunh, and even God himself were
on the side of the poor. But every
man's hand was raised agaln.it the
criminal. They could not be killed off.
civilization would not permit it, there
fore they must be educated. This was
not the work of one generation, per
haps, but it must be taken up at once.
A herculean task, but he nevef shrank.
He depended upon tho Plan, which
was briefly thus-
Criminals do not come, as a rule,
from long lines of educated ancestors.
Heredity, tkeji. is something But
environment, he held, to be more.
Shall those, therefore, with heredity
agaliiBt them, have environment I
against them, too Society may not
cut off the drags upon it. perhaps
this would be best, but it can take the
children of ciimlnals and educate them
in a Btate Institution, for the loss of
moial sense Is as pitiful as the loss
of physical sense. A simple enough
plan, but as Richard told it you saw
vl8loiiB of shining cities, and happy
homes, and heard a song of perfect
concord arising over the land. He was
a first-rate talker and could have made
his fortune lecturing.
But he made a mistake. He did
not lay the Plan before the learned
professors who would have listened
amicably and doubted. Instead he
went down across the river into the
hot-bed of anarchists and told tho
people there. And such was tho per
sonality of the boy that they hung
upon his words In bitter silence. They
hated tho truth, but they accopted it.
You may not believe me, but ho
wrought groat reforms among those
people. He was a little cautious about
revealing the full plan "at first. He
j lectured on music and art and only oc
casionally upon social reforms, and he
said nothing at all about killing off
the obnoxious growth of criminals.
, The dally papers derided him, but they
, had no tangible accusation to bring
ngalnBt him as yet. Ho had done no
positive harm worth mentioning. Tho
good results thoy overlooked. News
papers are for the sake of reforming
evils, anything In tho nature of adver
tising must bo paid for.
Once, when I was in the city on a
visit, I went to hear him lecture. Down
past the gas factory it was a sicken
ing place, I do not know how people
can bolleve In heaven when they live
across the street from a gafl factory,
perhaps they do not past the neat
cottages of the workingmen who la
bored from choice on to the tumbled
down shanties of those who worked
from necessity; and then I came to
tho high, narrow buildings, essentially
foreign.
Children with smallpox marks on
their faces ran out to meet me and
cry, "hello," and when I responded
with tho same popular salutation, they
ran swiftly back to the house as if
they had met an adventure The side
walks, where there were any, lacked
half their planks. The streets were
muddy and the houses grimy The
faces of the children were dirty, their
clothing torn. And this was where
Richard worked, our Baby Dick, who
had noer gone a day without his
bath. And he loved these people' I
held my skirts higher Smallpox was
a nasty thing. I shouldn't like to sweep
up any germs
When I reached the hall and saw
Richard high on the platform, his face
aglow with excitement and answering
sympathy in the upturned faces around
in the great hall, I llkefl them better.
They had souls, after all. Perhaps
they even had a moral code of their
own. I wished my linen collar were
not so glaringly clean. And after sev
eral hundred pairs of eyes had looked
me over in several hundred ways,
and remarks had been made about me
in various foreign tongues, I began to
wish I had not worn any collar at all.
I should have felt more at home in
that crowd without one.
Richard took those people right to
his heart He told Uiem how people
were influenced by their surroundings.
He said that on the wild stormy even
ings when the bare trees bent and
Bhivered and the wind whistled across
the bridge and down the long streets,
then he could write the bebt at those
times his iieait cried out for his peo
ple, some of them cold and homeless,
and he sent forth his appeals for them
among mankind So environment, he
Bald, was all powerful. Especially
when there was black blood to begin
with, when the force of heredity had
already brought Impulses of crlmo to
the baby heart; then children must
be torn fiom their environment, torn
from the breasts which nourished
them and carried away from the dally
struggle with the waves onto the
shores of safety.
"There is no place now." said he,
hilt shall we not demand this school,
even n home of luxury where children
with the taint of criminal blood shall
be transformed into the most cultured
in the land?"
There was a little grumbling among
the crowd, a few went away, thus
branding themselves, in the eyes of the
rest, as criminals. In the corner was
a slender blue-eyed girl who wrapped
ner ragged shawl more closely nbout
her baby and shrank farther bat L '..'o
the corner. She gazed with frightened,
fascinated eyes upon the speaker. He
made his final appeal He, who was
not even sure of heaven, made use of
Its holy name In so convincing a man
ner that some In that hardened audi
ence turned away paled visibly.
"I call down the God of Judgment
upon you," he cried out, with his
hands raised on high, "if you shall let
the child of the criminal grow up to
be a curse to society and a torment
to himself. Death, as ho Bleeps In
nocently in his little cradlo today,
would be a thousand times less fear
ful than the life that Ilea before him."
Tho blue-eyed girl turned toward
tho door. Never until the day of Judg
ment shall I forgot tho look of terror
In her face. She threw back her shawl
And silently held out tho baby for mo
to see, tho prettiest creamy-skinned
baby imaginable, with dark lashes fall
ing on his round cheeks then sho
turned sobbing away.
I told Richard of her as we walked
home togother. Ho laughed a little
and said that she haunted tho meet
ings. Several women came, but ho
thought they shouldn't. It was rather
a place for men, especially when Bocial
questions were under discussion. I
spoke of tho girl's resemblance to
Amy. They would have probably been
even more alike under similar condi
tions. Their stations In life were or
iginally much the same, no doubt, but
Amy's father had moved into a bigger
house nnd hired a music teacher for
his children.
Richard was tired out the next day
and slept late. Ho went out about
noon, but soon returned, carrying a
paper to his room, where ho remained
until into in the evonlng. He went
out hurriedly. I knew ho wnB to speak
before a crowd of workingmen at one
of the suburbs, but I could seo no rea
son for the excitement of his manner.
His audience would be composed of
workingmen of the more conservative
sort, who would listen calmly to his
views.
I called after him to know whnt was
the matter. He turned around quietly
and answered me.
"A mnn Insulted me this morning,
and I don't know but he was right."
Then he walked away straight and
defiant Into the outer world. That was
always the way with out family, we
could meet opposition better than
praise.
I went up and got the paper. Then
I knew what was the matter. There
It was In glaring headlines. It was
that girl. She had killed her baby.
She took It out to the penitentiary for
her husband to see In the afternoon.
People said he was not a bad sort of
fellow; he had killed his man openly
and lives are not held high in the
Italian quarter. His wife was an
American girl of the more emotional
type. And sho had killed her baby.
It made me turn sick for a minute as I
thought of how close Bhe had held tho
child the day before. When sho went
home from the penitentiary she sang
to the baby and rocked It gently to
sleep, and then, they Bald, sho must
have smothered It as It lay sleeping.
"He would have grown up bad," she
said, simply.
And she seemed surprised when the
police came and arrested hor.
CLARA M. OIvOVER.
(To be Continued.)
Hoclul IJfc of tli Army nnd Navy.
The army and navy constitute a
distinctive element of American so
ciety, and the wives and daughters of
the officers, whether from tho homntm
Hue to arms or on account of their per
sonal attractions, everywhere elicit
attention and admiration. Their lives,
however, are not altogether enviable;
in the nnvy separations are long and
frequent, and in both branches of the
service there Is tho ever-present dan
ger of death or Injury to loved ones.
Waldon Fawcett, in an article In The
Delineator for March, describes at
length tho social life of the army and
navy, and the illustrations, showing
well-known officers and their wives,
and scenes and events familiar to the
men of tho army and navy are a de
lightful accompaniment to tho paper.
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