Famous "Smile" Verse
Written by Omaha Man
Delectable Bit of Poetry
Has Made Rounds of
Newspapers 20 Years
Under Various Au
thors' Names.
Betsey Ross built the first flag
but it took Georgie Cohan to make
it popular. Tlve flag waved o'er the
land of the free and the home of the
brave many moon before people
really got to know what it was. Then
Georgie began writing popular
songs and he had the happy faculty
of putting in a strain of Francis
Scott Key's immortal song, here and
there, and Georgie even. waved the
flag on the stage at times. Finally
people just had to recognize the
Star-Spangled Banner.
Georgie also made people realize
what the Fourth of July was for,
not because it was Georgie's birth
day, but because it was what it is.
The smile has been known to
countless generations. It, was Cleo
patra's smiles that made a bum out
of Antony. It was Juliet's smiles
in the moonlight that brought
Romeo to an early grave. Smiles
have done much in the world's his
tory, but it remained for an Omaha
man to make smiling an international
pastime.
You've Read It
You have read the following little
verse many times and smiled because
of. the pure philosophy of the thing:
8mllo awllr:
While jroa Mills
Another smile i
And soon there'! miles
And mile
Of smile)
And life's worth while
If you but smile.
The author of this bit of fugitive
verse, which has been printed in al
most every language and on thou
sands of art cards, postal cards, cal
endars and wall niottos, is Zane
Thompson, 131 North Thirty-first
avenue, formerly with the old Chi
cago Record-Herald, but now mem
bership secretary for the Omaha
Automobile club.
Verse Goes Rounds.
Mr. Thompson is somewhat in the
position of a father who has a famous
son., The little verse,' written 20
years ago, has gone the rounds. It
liu been accredited to many famous
authors, the latest being James Whit
Cjmb Riley, as a late Edison record
ticclares. Mr. Thompson has watched
hrji brain child go into the world, be
coming famous, hobnobbing with
celebrities, being quoted by states
iBen and prohibitionists as well as
uffragists and saloonkeepers. It has
befi used at banquets, political ral
li? t)d prayer meetings.
a wise father that knows his
ti child," Mr. Thompson says.
Thn verse has been printed hundreds
of times and like most verse that
yeil into print appears before the
public limping and mutilated.
Gives Original Version .
But as Mr. Thompson knew the
verse before it became famous he has
given the original version. -
Mr. Thompson contributed the
verse to the Chicago Record-Herald
when S. E. Kiser was conducting a
column entitled "Alternating Cur
rents." Each Monday he had a col
umn especially for contributors
which he called "Dipped From the
Streets." It was in the latter col
umn the verse first appeared.
Soon after its appearance it was
printed and reprinted. Authors
claimed it. Papers fought for the
honor of having been its father and
above all it started an epidemic of
"smile" verses that ' was national.
Feminists Claim It
When the verse first appeared Mr.
Thompson suffered the usual indig
nity of Ihose who burst into song
and print, of having his name
spelled "Jane" instead of Zane, so the
feminists have always claimed the
little verse.
Mr. Thompson himself suc
cumbed to the disease he had start
ed and wrote other smile verses, but
none that could compare with his
THE
The Anarchist Hunter.
'
English Sleuth Poses as
Red to Break Up Ter
rorist Societies.
Coprlht, 1111, by th World-Wias
Nsws Service, Inc.)
Sodibsim' Melville retired to
lOS from Seotlsnil Yard one f
th most thrlllli "y. ;
tectlre of modern times. At the lard
he specialised to political crime, and
hs It was who. almost slnle-h"nded.
broke np tha danerous ruwrchli.
eret societies which were rS",'"f;
bomb ootracea " " th,,1,, '
Mpeakln French and t.erman fluentl.
ho attended many an anarchist meet
Inr. and he had more narrow escapes
from assassination than any deteeUre
.'Ho joined the force In 1S7S. and
nine years later he was the man upon
whom Scotland Yard chiefly relied to
, deal with the dynamltards and an
annrchist then fllllns; the country with
terror. After that otcb the bilfheot
officials at Scotland Yard were not al"
ways eertala where MrUllle was to be
found, and any day they expected to
here that he had been aasaminnted in
mm obscure quarter of London or
' Malrtlfe was equally well known In
franco as In London, and. In fact, ho
once spent the best part of three years
oa one ease in Paris before he ob
tained the necowary evidence he wanted.
As a result of his serrices to the
French government ho was made an
orftccr of the I-aton of Honor, a dis
tinction which baa rarely fallen to any
detective.)
By NAZARIENE DAAN KANNI-
When M. Very, the proprietor of
the Cafe Very, in Paris, gave the
French police information which, led
to the arrest of the most infamous
f ,11 anarchists. Ravachol. he little
knew that he was sealing his own
death warrant and providing an Eng
lish detective with one of the most
itamnnuit rse in hi whole career.
A few days after Ravachol had
beea sent to the gallows two cus-
.... . . e r
tomers walked into tne aie very
anrl nrrlererl a rinttle of wine between
them. The restaurant was brilliantly
lighted and crowded with customers,
first child. Following are some of
the ethers:
"Leave selfish (len
Or floomy den.
And smile again;
Ilft-Hune you then
Like A boa Ben
Will love all men;
And only when
You smlla again.
"lo not forget
Your part is jet
To smile.
- Then, while
The world grows brighter,
Your heart is lighter,
And always while
You smile.
"He who smiles
And laughs away
The little triala
Of Life today
Shall live to smile
And laugh away
A greater trial
Another day."
Never Copyrighted.
He has never had his original
"smile" copyrighted, and it has been
printed probably as often as any
other motto. It is still going the
rounds.
"I never cared to make any
money from the verse. I just want
ed to do something to bring more
smiles in the world. I think my lit
tle verse is doing it," Mr. Thompson
says. .
For years, after leaving the .Record-Herald,
Mr. Thompson was
identified with various trade jour
nals. He was former editor of the
Middle West School Review.
Pretty Jurors Won
By He-Vamp Lawyer
Can a handsome young lawyer of
the species of the male vamp a jury
of women? Ask Miss Elizabeth
Blume, one of the
leadine members
of the Newark
(N.J.) bar shi
knows. It was
dull uninterest
ing case she tried
in the district
court of Mont
clair, N. J., in
vnlvincr the oal-
try sum ot ?4UU (
over' an alleged -
breach of con-i v
tract. But there -
were eight wo- 1 ;
men on the jury, ,
ama-incr them .
:1
" ' " " o ------- -w--
some of the Elizabetn Blume
sweetest and .
loveliest girls in the county. And op
posed to Miss Blume was one of the
handsomest attorneys in the state of
New Jersey Samuel Boardman, a
Beau Brummel and a Chesterfield if
ever there was One. The result? Why,
Miss tilume lost.
WORLD'S GREATEST DETECTIVE CASES
which was soon to overwhelm them.
Tti twn men conversed in low tones
for a few minutes, and then one
casually dropped his hat on the
floor. He bent down to pick it up,
and as he did so he slipped a small
package under the taftie wnere nc
was sitting. Immediately afterwards
the two paid for their wine ana weni
out.
Ten miniitp later the oassers-bv
were suddenly startled by the crash
ing of glass, followed by the terrible
roar of an explosion m , the uate
Wrv anrl thp. screams of terrified
women mingled with the groans of
wounded and dying customers.
The interior of the Cafe Very had
been blown to pieces by a dynamite
bomb, and nearly every one inside
had been killed or wounded. Among
the killed was M. Very himself, the
proprietor, who had been standing
near flip table on which the bomb
was hidden when it went off.
Crime of Revenge.
Q,.rli ,'n Srief is the outline of the
terrible crime, which had been car
ried out by two anarchists named
M,.r,;r anrl Francois in revenue for
the betrayal of their still more mur
derous comrade, tne notorious nava
chol. From information received by the
French police they learned that fran
m; i,ori fl.rl tn F.ncland. though
nothing was known at the time about
Munier. The latter was then the
darling of the French criminal
classes and was ripincr Went safelv
hidden, though, as the sequel will
show, he was, atter two years l-er
sistent inquiries by Inspector Mel
vi11e trarlrerl rlnurn anr! rantlfrprl.
As soon as Scotland Yard received
t1, infrMrmatinn that Franrnic was
wanted and had fled to England the
a . u 1 . 1 . tl m a 1
lamous anarcnist nunier, as aiei
villa . was t-tinwn. rtptrari tlinsa in
quiries which did not cease till 1894,
two years atter the caie very naa
been wrecked.
Melville, when hunting anarchists,
was naturally not the spruce and
debonair police chief he appeared in
Crown Jewels Once Carried Through Paris Streets
In Valise, Now Safe in "Trick" Showcase at Louvre
Gems Valued at Millions,
and Unbuyable at Any
Price, Descend Into
Masonry of Build
ing at Night.
By STERLING HEILIG.
Paris, Aug. 13. A man carried
the crown jewels of France in a
shabby valise, through the streets of
Paris.
There was not a vehicle to be had.
All the taxis and auto busses were
rushing soldiers to the battle of the
Marne. ,
The enemy was thundering down
upon the capital.
The crown jewels must be taken
out of Paris.
The shabby valise stopped at a
vmtact flit Tlio director of national
museums handed it to the sub-sec
retary of state for beaux arts, and
took a receipt. "Three days the
shabby valise stayed in the modest
flat until the beaux arts man could
get a train for X (The railroads
were packed with arriving troops
and fleeing Parisians.)
At X the beaux arts man took a
receipt from an obscure country
ki.L- Its rtrnhlematir.allv burelar-
proof vault sheltered the crown
jewels perfectly, througliout tne en
tire war herause nobodv had all
idea that they were there I
Stayed in Bank.
Tl,...nl,ni 1 war ttiev remained
AlllUUgUUUi 1 ..' -J -
there, in the shabby valise the most
precious jewels in the world by their
associations!
The Reeents diamond greatest
of jewels I
The value of the worm s great
stones does not depend on their size
and purity alone, but on their history
and adventures, ana tne personagca
them InveH them, lost
ttliU TYUH. uiwii'i . w . , ,
them, or committed crimes to win
them- ,
Th TJetrpiit's diamond, neverthe
less, ranks also finest and most per
fect in Europe, as a stone. It weighs
117 carats and its onlv suoerior in
mere size the Orloff, 194 carats
belonged to the Russian crown; and
who knows where it now isr xniru,
I? tin Florentine. 133
U31.U IV . .
carats, in the Austrian crown jewels
and who knows wnere it isf iuc
v-u : tne Rritish crown.
weighs only 106 carats. But thmk of
its name and story, ana tne name
and story of each of them!
Rests in Trick Box.
r.., a trick hnv of the Louvre.
iiun, 1,1 " ... .
it lies on pale mauve satin, the
Regent s diamona, onen caneu
T: k.iinc. it came tn Kurooc in
the . pocket of Pitt, the English
statesman. vvmic governor .
Madras (and having a pocket), he
obtained it at uoiconaa, nc, iidiuicu,
f . Tanielcliiind. . Hindoo
1IU1U VllV J " ' " .
merchant, for $100,000. -These de
tails, Pitt gave out in a pamphlet, to
. . . i j ' t Att.. ctnnes
mitigate tne oaium ui
of the acquisition, summed up in
Pope's lines of the "Man of Ross.
Asletp nd nakfd as h Indlsn lay.
An honest ftr stole the emwy !
t:i. 1,1 it Air rtian tn - the
JTlll sum ii -
monev-burning French Regent tor
$650,000. : v.
Who owns a Kingaoms
iewels? . . c...
The king, you say, oi couisc, uuv
they're not his to burn. King Louis
XV let Madame de Pompadour play
that Regent's gem was really hers;
and Marie Antoinette, being queen,
knew that the glorious piece of ice
was hers to wear; out f"
back' honestly, each time, in the
crown jewels fireproof safe as safest
there. One day, however, Louis
XVI took a paltry $175,000 worth of
small diamonds ana tudics nui..
crown junk, to pay a certain debt of
Marie Antoinette and it started the
trench revolution!
Called It Stealing.
The national assembly called it
stealing and ordered all crown jewels
to be taken from the palace fire
proof vault and deposited in the na-
1: I rnnm ilist a oretext tO
llUIIdl .vw." j r ,
insult the king, and to try their
power. i ' tu
In the national strong room, the
.1.. cc Knv He was. on the
MIC Tt lunaa ,
contrary, a disreputable member of
several anarchists ciuo in uiei-i
End and other parts of London. No
ir.v,;reri viilrl.pved anarchist
lUUg-iia'.vu, -j
present at the meetings ot these
clubs was nercer in i uuiuuv.at.v,.
class and everv tvDe of gov
ernment than Melville I Contrary to
the case with most crimes, mc au
.u,. n( on-irchist crimes were Usual-
ly known, but it required not only
the greatest detective skiu to irac
them down, but also the' greatest
.-.sir-,-IV.1.B. -iirn CTe If Melville had
;iiS3iuiv i-uv. --
ever been recognized in any ot the
anarchist clubs, in wnicn ne enicreu
;.. riiccriiice hp would have been
hacked to pieces before he had the
slightest chance ot ODiaimng any
help. "
it the time Munier and Francois
had fled one of the most notorious
of the anarchist clubs was a chid
known as the Automanie club in
Soho, and, there disguised, Melville
went to gather what news he could.
An excited band of long-haired an
archists were holding a meet, but the
shabbily-dressed, foreign looking
comrade who entered seemed even
more excited when talking over
things with his other comrades in
the club, all of whom knew hiin well
as one of the most zealous members.
At the Club.
"Vive Francois; Vive Munier!"
cried an excited Italian, and the cry
was taken up all over the room. A
speaker sprang upon the platform.
Stretched across one end of the
room was a big canvas sign reading,
"Anarchy is order!" the motto of the
anarchists.
"We want some English Ra
vacholsl" cried the speaker.
"We want some English Muniers!
Bread or lead was the question put
by Rutzerveld to his master. Rutzer
veld did not go to the law courts.
but a gunsmith, toon a revolver, ana
cKni liie amnlrtver dear!
Rutzerveld was an anarchist, who
murdered his master, because the lat
ter refused him an increase in salary.
"Vive Rutzerveld!" cried the hab-!
THE BEE: OMAHA, SUNDAY, AUGUST 14, 1921.
1IIBJ
M
i
tt'U'-V v
jewels were safe, what? Tut, tut!
Quite promptly and as famously,
they were stolen by the Mietto band.
How the king laughed poor
boob I In the greatest police in
quiry of the epoch, most of the
stolen jewels were finally recovered.
Only the Regent stone eluded search
and at last it was found in the hands
of a wine shop-keeper, - who had
bought it from a stranger for $10!
In all probability, both this stone
and the Koh-i-Noor are portions of
the fabulous diamond belonging to
the Grand Mogul in 1326 the great
est ever known, in size and beauty.
Its story went back, with the pagent
of the Indies, for 5,000 years to the
mines of Golconda and, it had been
worn by Kama, hero celebrated in
the Mahabharata!
Prefer Mazarin Diamond.
'Yet. there are men who, just to
have and wear, . would prefer the
Mazarin diamond, called the Peach
blow, although valued, merely as a
stone, in 1886, at a price not above
$500,000.
How could the French state sell
such a fragment of France for any
money?
Cardinal Mazarin, the poor boy
who became master of France, one
of the dictators of Eiirope, and secretly-married
husband of the wid
owed queen, was a grand collector.
In his old age, he wept over this
Peachblow diamond: "Must I leave
you?" . " : : .
The wonderful stone had been
found on the dead body of the duke
of Burgundy, in the Swiss swamp
after the battle of Granson, by a
Swiss soldier. After changing hands
several times, it was bought for the
king of Portugal. One - hundred
years later, a . French baron . ob
tained it for his king, the romantic
Henri IV. Sent by the hand of a
faithful servant, the latter was at
tacked on the road. He swallowed
the stone; and "after his : death, it
was found in his body, according to
plan!" The baron who invented this
novel burglar-proof vault was De
Sancy by whose name the diamond
has been often called; but it ceased
to be the De Sancy diamond, after
some new adventures.
Give Stone Value.
These adventures give the stone
its fancy value in the eyes of senti
mental English people. It came into
the possessio of Charles I. of Eng
land. He passed-it to his son, be
fore he was beheaded; and it was
exactly "the sole jewel remaining"
which the wandering Prince Charlie
sold to Mazarin for $25,000 at the
Palace of Blois in fact as well as
in Dumas' romance of "Twenty
Years After."
bily dressed comrade, waving his hat
excitedly.
"Comrades," continued the man
on the platform. "I have great news,
glorious news. Our brave comrades
who were so gloriously revenged on
the vile spy. Very, have escaped
from the cursed spies in Paris, and
will shortly be among us!"
There followed a tremendous out
burst of cheering, and the shabbily
dressed comrade cheered louder than
any.
"Tonight," announced the speaker,
vaingloriously, "tonight I meet the
hero Francois! Tonight I hear from
his own lips the story of Ins glorious
exploit. Tonight, comrades, we shall
plan a yet more glorious and tar
teaching blow for the cause."
The shabbily dressed man sprang
excitedly on the platform beside the
speaker.
"Comrades!" he boomed. "There is
danger to our comrade Francois.
The vile spy Melville"
. He got 110 further. A wild cry of
rage came from a dozen hoarse
throats and from all quarters of the
room could be heard cries of "Death
to the spyl Death to Melville!".
While here and there a knife flashed,
which boded ill if the great detective
had been within reach. .
"Francois will never, be taken
alive!" shouted the first speaker. "He
has a bomb for the great Melville!
Bah! He fears no English police spy!
Comrade," he whispered to the man
beside him. "I will tell you how he
is protected later. Have no fear. The
English spies will never get him."
He turned to the wild f rowd in
front of him.
"Comrades," he shrieked above the
din, "Our next glorious blow in the
cause of liberty will shortly be
struck. The vile spy Melville is to be
removed.
Awaiting Francois.
He put a resolution to the motley
ciowd in front of him, the raving
mass of German, Italian, French,
Spanish and alien criminals, in
which was a slight sprinkling of
British fanatics, calling for lb death
ft Ipsy-.". in, ii i .mi. ' ..j ...
g it Ji&TJ . j . -- . .
Crewct cSetvel? Qf Prance-
Mazarin bequeathed it to the
French state; and here it is..
A Famed Ruby. r.i.
The great ruby has ' as grandiose
associations for the French. ., How
could they auction off the marvelous
stone which . King .Francis I. made
the very foundation, of , the French
crown jewels? Jv , "
It glows red, hot, like a dull fire.
It is the greatest ruby in the world.
Although . uncut, and merely as a
raw stone, it would probably fetch
$1,500,000 today; but it was worn by
Solomon, they say, who received it
from the queen of Sheba. It came
to Europe .with the Moors of
Granada. Peter, the cruel, murdered
one of their princes, to. snatch it
from his breast. Around this part of
its story Alexandre Ditmas wove
an entire historical romance the '
"Batard de Nauleon."
Began New Adventures.
Then the Great Ruby began its
new adventures. Through the reign
ing House of Foix with whom - it
had all kinds of adventures it came
to Anne of Brittany. And so, later,
having it by inheritance, Francis , I.
made it the foundation stone of the
French crown jewels.
The four 1 precious and ' peculiar
jewels, are now again in the Louvre
palace, exposed to public view in the
gallery of Apollo. They repose in
a sensational trick case of steel and
plate glass, supposed to be absolutely
burglar proof, because'' the whole
business descends through the floor,
at night, into a cement chamber hid
den in the old masonry-of the pal
ace and, so, not in any room at all!
Yet there is a queer rumor.
'Have the .French authorities com
plete" confidence in their strong and
ingenious' burglar-proof device a
steel box that is ; not in any room
at all!
Are They There?
Are the crown jewels there?
. According to Parisian rumor, they
are not there.
So, I went to photograph them.
Armed with a special permit, the
other morning, my photographer and
I were in the gallery of Apollo be
fore opening hours. The sun was
striking in the east windows of that
glorious long hall where sleepless
Charles IX walked melancholy at
daybreak ., with his little dogs, wait
ing for the cour,t to wake and amuse
him. Now, a guardian of the re
public was doing it without dog.
"To photograph the crown jewels!"
read the permit.
"Then you belieisc they're . here?"
he said. "Those Parisians are crazy.
They were so impressed' by that
country bank idea that they cannot
of the great detective. The first
man to raise his arms in wild as
sent was the shabbily dressed man
on the platform.
At a small, dirty table afterwards,
with a bottle of cheap wine in front
of them, the two men on the plat
form conversed in low tones.-
"Francois arrives tonight," said
the first speaker. "He will come
here, and we shall take him to the
rooms we have for him near."
"When will he come?" asked the
shabby man.
"Not till the early morning,"
answered the other. "Even I" and
he tapped his dirty shiny coat as
though he spoke with authority.
"Even I do not know the precise
hour of his arrival."
The shabbily-dressed , man slowly
finished off the cheap wine in front
pf him and wandered away to an
other little group of comrades. In
10 minutes he had shuffled out of the
club and was slowly wandering
along the dark side streets in the di
rection ci the embankment. As he
left the club he was followed at a
distance by what appeared to be a
half intoxicated laborer. Neai the
embankment, however, the shabby
looking anarchist slipped into a
dark doorway, to be joined a min
ute later by a drunken-locking la
borer. "I think we've got Francois!"
whispered the "anarchist." "He's
coming into the club some time to
night. We've got to be there for
him. Anybody in sight?"
"No one, sir," replied the laborer,
who seemed to .have sobered very
suddenly.
"Sure j'ou weren't followed?"
. "Quite, sir!"
"Then e'U get along to the Yard
at once," replied the other.
The shabby anarchist was Inspec
tor Melville, and the' intoxicated la
borer was Detective Sergeant Walsh!
The Rail.
On the way to Scotland Yard the
two discussed their plans. It was
agreed to surround the Automie club
get it out of their heads. I'll show
you the crown jewels 1"
The great glass case was empty.
Also, it had no top. The bell of St.
Bartholomew's tolled 8.
"The time lock is open, down
there," he said, pointing to the floor."
He began unlocking locks, with
beautiful big keys. In a hole which
opened, he inserted a heavy crank;
and he began to turn. It was heavy
winch work. Inch by inch up rose the
glass top of the empty case from a
trick trap in the flooring. The entire
case, in fact, was coming up from a
black hole from the cement cham
ber hidden in the masonry below the
floor!
And, suddenly, the sunlight pour
ing in the windows lit up glints of
topaz, amethyst, emerald, chrysto
beryl, jargoon and alexandrite, from
an extraordinary golden edifice that
rose between two queer old crowns.
Crown of Napoleon.
"On the left, the crown of Na
poleon,, copied exactly from the
crown of Charlemagne at Aix," he
said. , "On the right, the crown of
Louis XV. but robbed of its great
est jewels. In the middle, the last
glory of the old French kings. It
is the commemorative symbol of the
peace of Teschen in 1779, a chef
d'oeuvre of the German goldsmith's
art."
. "Why does France have it?" I
asked. "The war of the Bavarian
succession was a scrap between all
the Germans!"
The French museum guard
straightened himself worthily.
"France was mediator," he said
simply. "France received this token
from their gratitude. Blesscd are
the peacemakers." '
Jewels Appear.
As he spoke, the case, no longer
empty, blazed inside with a mass of
prismatic lightning flashes, blinding
to the eye, like heaped electric
sparks, white, pink, yellow, red,
green, orange, opalescent, shimmer
ing and dancing, and beside them,
center of effulgence, a pure fountain
of glittering light the Regent, the
most perfect of the world's great
diamonds.
The museum guard laughed
happily.
"There they are!" he said. "You
-see them. The great ruby, the
Mazarin diamond, the swort hilt of
Napoleon. Who can estimate the
value of that swort hilt? It is a
mass of perfect diamonds, collected
one by one to do Napoleon honor,
valued 50 years ago at ,$3,000,000,
and today beyond price for who
dare to break up Napoleon's swort
hilt ? See it glitter I Do you doubt
those stones? All right. Now,
listen to the foolish Paris public!"
and arrest every member in it. If
Francois were not present then it
was agreed to keep all the njembers
under arrest, and capture him as he
came in. It was known that he was
an exceedingly dangerous man, and
would not hesitate to kill if he had
the opportunity.
Within an hour a large force of po
lice, headed by Inspector Melville,
who had completely lost his foreign
appearance, raided the builr'ing and
arrested all who were found in it.
But Francois had apparently not ar
rived, and Detective Walsh acted the
part of doorkeeper, while Melville
waited inside the club for his man.
Every body who came into the club
was admitted by Walsh am! arrested
by Melville and other detectives in
waiting, and in a few hours the po
lice had in their charge a large num
ber of the most dangerous and des
perate anarchists in London, but
somehow or other either Francois
had got wind of what had happened,
or, what was far more likely, he had
altered his plans at the last minute,
fearing they would leak out. One
of the greatest troubles the bomb
throwing assassins of those day had
was preventing news getting into the
hands of the police. That was why
they continually altered their plans
at the very last moment. Little did
they know how often Melville him
self attended their own meetings and
voted his own death! .
When the detective realized that
his bird was not walking into the
net prepared for him he quietly re
leased all the anarchists he had ar
rested, and left them to shout ex
cuses and swear vengeance to their
hearts' content against the police to
one another.
But at another meeting Melville
learned that Francois had been de
layed. It was sheer accident he had
not arrived at the Autonomic club
that night. What was more impor
tant, however, to the detective was
that he found out Francois was lying
hidden in a small house in Poplar,
where he had taken the whole upocr
59 Cents Kept Titus Lowe
a Week, Back in School Days
Pastor of First Methodist
Church Recalls Priva
tions Endured While
Working His Way In
to an Education.
By LAURA M'LAUGHLIN ENNIS
Dr. Titus Lowe, pastor of First
Methodist church, says that any
voung man with pluck, initiative and
stick-to itivencss can work his way
through school if he wills to do so;
and DY. Lowe ought to know, for he
"has been through the mill." He
"When I went to college it did not
take me long to get rid of all the
money I had, for 1 didn't have much.
I started to school, undertaking a
nine years' course, and I had less
than $100 to begin with."
One of the hard parts, which the
doctor does not generally mention,
was the fact that his father was not
in sympathy with the son's desire to
acquire a higher education, and it
took unusual courage to proceed
against the wishes of his father. But
the young man telt the compelling
power of "the still small voice" call
ing him to preach the jrcspel, and in
spite of the fact that everything
needful to the acquirement of a uni
versity degree seemed conspicuous
by its lack, he determined upon his
life course and started to school.
Tells of Experiences.
Dr. Lowe laughingly tells today of
his hard experiences; but to the
young Titus Lowe of twenty-odd
years ago these same experiences
lacked enduring humor. Of late
yrars, he never visits Pittsburgh
without hunting up his old room
mate who went through the first
years of school with him. This friend,
now a successful business man, takes
particular pleasure in sntertaining
Dr. Lowe at his club. Invariably,
as they feast upon the fat of the
land the old days are recalled and
the friend qustions: ,
"You recall the days, Titus, when
we used to live on 59c per week?
Grub and gasoline at 50!" And they
join in laughter at the recollection.
And this low sum was not the re
sult of any experimental test for a
single week but was the average cost
for each of the boys extending over
a period of several months. But even
S9c is not so bad if you always have
it, or so these boys thought when
the time came that thev faced the
end of their united resources. For
three weeks, the young Lowe was
the only monied man of the partner
ship, but still they shared alike; con
tinued in class and hoped. Then
followed the fatal day of the empty
purse!
After "Panic Year."
These were the days closely fol
lowing the "panic year" and what
work college boys were able to se
cure received but slight reward com
pared to wages paid today for odd
jobs. There was. however, the other
advantage to offset this handicap.
Dr. Lowe recites that:
"Apples were particularly bounti
ful that year and we could get all
we wanted for 25c a bushel, and I
can tell you we boys could eat a
lot of them. We stewed the apples,
too; and we could buy tomatoes for
7c a can four cans for a quarter;
and oatmeal was only 3c a pound."
"I expect you used considerable
oatmeal?"
The memory seemed to be pleas
ant; a hearty laugh preceded the re
play: "Did we? There was not
much variation in our breakfasts; no
catering to lagging appetites with
us! That was one thing we never
lacked appetites! Every morning
we had oatmeal for breakfast. Oat
meal, and that was all!"
Cream? No.
"With cream, of course?" was in
terrogated.' "Cream! We forgot the very ap
pearance of cream in those days.
But we could get milk at 5 cents a
quart and sugar was cheap, too, 5
cents a pound.- Yes, I don't wonder
that you laugh at my quoting prices
after a lapse of so many years, but
those figures are indelibly stamped
floor and converted it into a niinia
ture arsenal.
Arrest of Francois.
There Melville discovered the an
archist had not only got a supply
of ammunition and revolvers, but
he had prepared the rooms so that
it was almost impossible to take him
by surprise, and whoever tried to
arrest him ran the risk of almost
certain death.
The murderer of the people in the
Cafe Very had screwed up the only
door leading out of his rooms on
the landing in such a way that it
could only be opened a few inches,
sufficient for a man at a time to
squeeze through. Facing this nar
row opening was a table on which
Francois kept a loaded revolver and
a supply of cartridges.
He very rarely went out of his
rooms, for he feared the English
police, and Melville in particular,
would ran across him, and he had got
in a large store of tinned provisions
ready, if necessary, to withstand a
siege. Nevertheless, though Melville
knew only too well what he had to
face, he determined that the arrest
must be carried out at all costs, and
with Detective Walsh and two other
detectives he preptied to capture
the desperado. The four made their
final plans in a saloon close to the
arsenal of the anarchist, and to this
brief delay, one, at least, owed his
life. :
The four had a silent drink, wished
one another luck, and slipped quietly
across the road. As they did so,
Francois made one of his extremely
rare excursions from the house. He
had run short of oil for his lamp,
and had come out to get a fresh
supply at the very moment the de
tectives were coming to arrest him.
In a moment Melville and Walsh
had him by the collar, and though
a small man, the anarchist fought
like a demon. It took the united
strength of four detectives to get the
handcuffs on him, and the crowds
which quickly gathered, made matters
worse by wanting to side with him,
not knowing, of course, who the
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on my memory; I shall never forget
them as long as I live; they meant
too much to us then to ever be for
gotten." But to return to the fateful day
when the two boys faced the cup
board which was as bare as ever
Dame Hubbard's dared to be. The
last cent had been expended; they
faced defeat! There was one bless
ing left; nof far from the college
campus there was a great siupnur
spring. Judging from the spontan
eous flow of water frcm under the
big bluff, there was no limit to the
supply.
Breakfast on Water.
Dr. Lowe says: "We went down
to the old sulphur spring that morn
ing and we filled up on water, then
went on to our algebra and other
classes; at neon we had nothing
more to eat than we had at break
fast; but the spring was still run
ning and we went down and filled
up again. But a fellow's courage
does not hold out long without
bread; after our lunch of spring
water we held a consultation, and
my Buddy said:
"It's no use, Titus; we can't go
on this wav! We've reached the
fend of our string. Somehow we've
got to sell our trunks and get home
the best way we can."
When the doctor gets this far in
the recounting of those other dayst
his voice grows tender, and a dif
ferent light shines in his eyes as he
proceeds: "That afternoon while we
were sitting, wondering why the
junk dealer did not come as he had
promised, the mail man came down
the street and handed me a letter.
When I tore open that envelope a
money order for $10 dropped out on
the table; with it was an encourag
ing letter from a friend that I had
not heard, from for at least five
years. Maybe you think we didn't
to the restaurant and enjoyed a
fed- ;t -oct tie 7$ rpnta anipre. but
it was worth it! Ah, those were
days!"
"Well Worth While."
"Dr. Lowe, if you had a son, would
you be willing to allow him to un
dertake the securing of an education
without the necessary funds, if the
money was not available?"
After a moment's hesitation he de
clared: "I would, yes. I think there
is no better fitting for the work of
living than just such experiences as
a fellow gets while he is working
his way through school. To have a
little money all of the time, and yet
not so much but what it is necessary
for him to keep in touch with life
and work why, there is nothing bet
ter for a man! He must of neces
sity give up all social activities of
school, if he has no money, and, of
course, that is bad. But any young
fellow must be in earnest and stick
mightily to his purpose if he under
takes the job and expects to succeed
in working his way through to a
college degree. But, it's worth it
alll"
prisoner was. Suddenly Melville had
an inspiration, and he yelled out,
"Keep away. He's Jack the Ripper!"
The effect was unexpected, for the
four detectives had all their work
cut out to prevent the crowd from
lynching their prisoner 1
Munier The Terrible
But though Francois was safely
under lock and key there still re
mained at large Munier, whom Mel
ville thought to be on the continent.
As luck would have it, however, the
very first man he came across when
he next entered the Autonomic club
was Munier himself, holding forth to
an admiring crowd. He had just
drawn an ugly-lookiug pistol when
the detective entered, and was crying,
"You little beauty! I will presently
teach you how to sew up Melville in
his shroud 1"
For Melville to have attempted to
arrest the murderer then and there
would have been the height of folly.
For one thing it would have meant
certain death, with not even a sport
ing chance, for there were too many
desperate characters there to allow
him to get out alive once they knew
he was in their midst. Moreover,
even if he could have relied on help,
it would have meant disclosing his
disguise, and that would have pre
vented him from obtaining further in
formation and attending anarchist'
meetings in the future. Instead, he
made careful inquiries as to where
Munier lived, and found that he, like
Francois, had made the room he, was
living in, in Soho, a perfect death
trap for anyone who tried to arrest
him.
The detective learned that this
room contained no fewer than five
automatic pistols, as well as a num
ber of large-sized, keet-edged surgi
cal knives, similar to those used by
doctors for amputations! Munier al
ways carried one of these knives
upon him, as well as two pistols.
Inspector Melville, however, was
not to be daunted by such terrible
odds. At the first possible oppori
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