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tinuing their moral support after the
election, in fsct, the present board of
the Woman's club which decides busi
ness matters, will have dissolved before
another year, and be replaced by a new
set of women with new ideas. The other
members of the school board can de
pend upon the loyalty of their own par
ties, and without this strong backing
the women will feel alone and power
less. Many club members would like to see
women represented in school affairs, but
consider it wiser for them to appear as
candidates for some organized party, or
at least not to jeopardize the interests of
a successful culture club.
Rupert Hughes contributes an article
to the March Century on "Women Com
posers," in which he says:
"A prominent publisher tells me that
where, some years ago, only about one
tenth of the manuscripts submitted were
by women, now their manuscripts out
numbered those of the men two to one.
While this ratio will not hold in publish
ed compositions, the rivalry is close even
there. Women are writing all sorts of
music. A few of them have already
written in the largest forms, producing
work of excellent quality and still bet
ter promise. It is in thesmaller forms,
however in instrumental solos and short
songs that they have naturally found
their first success. So good has their
work been here that honesty compels
the admission that hardly any living
men are putting forth music of finer
quality, deeper sincerity, truer individu
ality, and more adequate courage than
the best of the women composers. Be
sides these, there is a number of minor
composers writing occasional works of
the purest quality; and in att quality is
everything.
Ab to nationality, one finds best repre
sented the three countries that are now
working along the best lines of modprn
music: Germany, of course (whose
Clara Schumann wrote much that was
worthy of serious consideration,) France
and America; for America, whatever
its musical past, is surely winning its
right to the place in this triumvirate of
modern music. Its tendencies are toward
the best things. Italy has recently had
a flurry of new life and of growth away
fro the debilitating mawkishneas into
which it had 'drifted, but has not yet
produced a notable woman composer.
The other Continental countries seem
even more torpid; and though English
women have written much, they have
not got beyond the prevailing cheapness
of the English school, except, perhaps
in certain of the compositions of Mrs.
Marie Daries and Miss Maud Valerie
White.
Is The Sunday-School Decaying?
Not for a long time has the Sunday
School as an institution been handled
so absolutely without gloves as in Ed
ward Bok's editorial on "The Decay of
the Sunday-School' in the March Ladies
Home Journal. Mr. Bok has evidently
studied his subject closely, and the re
suits must have been far from satisfac
tory, judging by the way in which he
handles the entire topic. In words which
no one can misunderstand, with a sure
aim, he pillories the average Sunday
8chooI, and declares it to be "a rebuke
to intelligence an! a discredit to the
church." Probably no religious article
of recent publication will cause so much
comment or evoke such bitter controv
ersy as this remarkable editorial by the
Philadelphia editor.
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Down in the house of Singh Phoor
was the princess, and the most beautiful
woman in all the street of the Tired
Camel, or even in the English quarter of
the town. At least so the natives said.
How Captain Fred Hammer found out
about the princess or how ho ever hap
pened to get into the bouse is not known.
It is hard enough to pick your way down
the narrow dark street lot alune hunting
for houses. But that has nothing to do
with the story.
The door of the house is most wonder
fully built, and when it is closed noth
ing but the plain wall is Been. One
could spend a day looking for it and bo
none the wiser. Hamxer mot tho prin
cess there and she sang for him and
Singh Phoor and danced and played
.upon a queer three stringed instrument.
After she was done the three would
smoke a hookah or scented cigarettes,
and the princess would babble of many
things. At the time of these visits Ham
mer said nothing to his friends for bo
did not care especially to have anything
known of this for it was not exactly con
ventional. Then too, ho had a little
pride in having discovered a modo of
passing the time of which the other fel
lows were in ignorance. He tired of the
club with its talk and of the women
with their gossip, of rides, o! shoots, of
hunts, and everything else. The best
part of all the day was the going down
into the dimly lighted room behind the
thick walls and listening to the princess.
If he had a couple of hours to sparo
before dinner, he would spend it there
for it was the coolest placo in all the
city; and Tangpoor has not many cool
spots in the dry season. These times he
liked better than the others, for Singh
Phoor had business in the afternoon;
though really it made no particular
difference whether he was present or
not, seeing that the princess was no kin
of his and that she did as she pleased.
One afternobn Hammer stood in the
bank counting his last quarter-year's
pay which he had just received. It was
an amount which was veiy respectable
and the thought evidently struck Singh
Phoor, who stood by waiting to transact
some business, in a similar light, for be
spoke of it.
After they had talked a while Singh
Phoor said, "Come down tonight and see
me."
"I shall not be able to," said Ham
mer, "but I am going down now."
And the two walked out while the cap
tain thrust the bills into an inside
pocket within his jacket.
The other soon left the captain, and
the latter picked his way among the
camels and donkej-p until he turned into
the little side street and found tho win
dow. This was his only way of finding
the place. In this window wes a red
matting while in the other windows
which ran along the wall in front of and
behind him were yellow mattings. Ho
did not try to find the door for that
was useless as he had learned; so he
rapped upon the stone by the window and
waited. In a moment the door openeJ.
The princess greeted him as usual and
led him into an inner room, where they
sat together upon a divan which rested
against a heavy curtain. What passed
was just what usually occurred, but of
that it is unnecessary to speak. Just as
he was about to take his leave he felt his
arms seized from behind, and like a flash
the princess was upon her knees beside
him with a knife in her hand and a dan
gerous glitter in har eye.
Of course the money was what they
were after and there were no prelimina
ries over the matter. Now he was emi
nently a practical fellow, although there
was a dash of romance in his nature,
and so rapidly revolving the condition of
affairs about in his mind, he came to
the conclusion that there was only one
thing to do.
Immediately he braced himself and
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let fly his patent-leather boot at the
princess' wrist. To be sura this was
not a dignified modo of defense, nor per
haps a gallant way of dealing with his
captor. But it was all that was neces
sary in her case, for it broke her wrist
and sent the knife flying among the
cushions and vases. Sho fell sobbing
upon a pile of silken pillows and the
captain knew she was out of the game.
But with old Singh Phoor it was dif
ferent. The struggle went on quietly
enough, but suddenly the old man re
laxed his foothold and the captain
dragged him over the divan, scratching
and biting. After this there was a little
slamming about among the hangings of
the room, but Singh Phoor gave out and
with a sudden jerk he was thrown
against the wall. The captain started
into the other room snatching up nis
sword and scabbard as he went. The
old fellow was after him on the run with
a long wavy knife in his hand which
gavo Hammer the shivers when he
caught eight of it. He knew that the
door was somewhere behind him but he
could not locate it exactly behind all the
curtains, and ho did not have time to
draw bis sword. He struck at his pur
suer with the scabbard but the latter
dodged and the long wavy knife slipped
hot into Hammer's arm. He treated the
old man in the same way he had tho
princess and with such effect that old
Singh Phoor shot over against the oppo
site wall of curtains.
In the act tho captain lost his balance
and tripping over his scabbard stumbled
into the curtains. The wall gave way
Buddenly and he found himself sitting in
tho rtreet looking up at the bare wall.
The sun was hot and he -picked himself
up and started away. Besides his
wounded arm, his foot was painfully
strained.
Bytho time ho reached quarters, ho
had a pretty good story in mind. Of
course he had to swear the surgeon to
secrecy arid tell him all, but the others
never knew the truth till the night be
fore taking the steamer home. Then he
told them.
As soon as he was in condition ho
walked down the street of the Tired
Camel; but all the windows had yellow
mats and the house of Singh Phoor was
lost.
Geokge C. Shedd.
P ayer We were even in tricks, but
in the last round he took my ace of
spades with his two-spot of trumps.
Friend Deuced good play, I think!
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