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Contents for February, 1910 


Alph onso XIII., King of Spain . 
Alphonso XIII. 

After Sorolla. Frontispiece 
Xavier Paoli 357 


In Snowtide. A Poem .... 

A Perverted Punishment. A Story 


The Train. A Poem .... 
Reminiscences of an Editor . 


The Lighted Lamp. A Poem . 

In Vaudeville. A Story . 


Departure. A Poem .... 

Finding a Life Work .... 

Canada’s Work for Her Farmers 


Sea-Lavender. A Poem . 

What the Public Wants. A Play 


The Brennan Mono-Rail Car 


The Cannibal King .... 


The Doves. A Poem .... 
Confessions of a Moderate Drinker 
The Man Higher Up. A Story . 


When Morning Leaps. A Poem . 

The Evolution of Ishmael. A Story 

Louise Imogen Guiney 372 
. Alice Perrin 373 

Rhoda Hero Dunn 379 
William H. Rideing 380 

Florence Wilkinson 391 
Helen Green 392 

Camilla L. Kenyon 397 
Hugo Miinsterberg 398 
. L. S. Brownell 404 

Mildred McNeal-Sweeney 
. . . Arnold Bennett 

Perceval Gibbon 

George Kibbe Turner 

. Katharine Tynan 

Edward B. Waterworth 

. Herman Da Costa 
Mabel Wood Martin 










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Automobiles and Accessories 

A. B. C. Motor Co.44a 

Baker Motor Vehicle Co., The . .71 

Bartholomew Co., The . 69 

Columbus Buggy Co., The ... 94 

Elmore Mfg. Co. S7 

Fisk Rubber Co.61 

Jeffery & Co., Thos. B.44b 

Nordyke & Marmon Co.70 

Pantasote Co., The.69 

Rapid Motor Vehicle Co. ... 68 

United Manufacturers .... 68 

WlUys-Overland Co. . . . 98-99 

Banking and Financial 

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Petry & Co. 

Rollins & Sons, E. H.76 

Trowbridge & Nlver Co. . . . 44a 

Bath Room Fixtures 

Mott Iron Works, J. L.85 

Standard Sanitary Mfg. Co. . . 63 

Boats, Motors. Etc. 

Fay & Bowen Engine Co. ... 70 

Gray Motor Co.44a 

King Folding Canvas Boat Co.. . 44d 

Mullins Co., W. H.68 

Palmer Bros.44d 

Racine Boat Co.62 

Truscott Boat Mfg. Co.68 

Tuttle Co.. D. M.70 

Wright Engine Co.. C. T. . . 72 

Building and Construction 

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Atlas Portland Cement Co. ... 50 

Barrett Mfg. Co. . . . ; . .31 

Cabot, Samuel ...... 43 

Caldwell Co.. W. E.41 

Carter White Lead Co.30 

Chicago House Wrecking Co. . . 47 

General Electric Co.89 

Keith Co.50 

Mershon & Morley.68 

National Lead Co.93 

Petersen, Jens C.48 

Power Specialty Co.70 

Rider-Ericsson Engine Co. ... 36 

Sargent & Co.30 



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Bauer Chemical Co.. The 
Blooker’s Cocoa . 

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Crystal Domino Sugar . 

Farwell A Rhlnes 
Genesee Pure Food Co. (Jell 
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Horllck’s Malted Milk 
Knox Gelatine 
Lea A Perrin’s Sauce 
National Biscuit Co. (Nabisco) 

National Starch Co. . 

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Peter's Chocolate 
Postuin Cereal Co. 

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Whitman A Son. Stephen F 
Wilbur A Sons. H. O. . 

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For the Home 
Clinton Wire Cloth Co. . 
Hartshorn Shade Rollers 
HlggU) Mfg. Co.. The 
Indoor Window Tent Co. 
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Piedmont Red Cedar Chest Co. 

Pratt A Lambert.... 

Simplex Electric Heating Co. 

1900 Washer Co. 


Come-Packt Furniture Co. . 

Gunn Furniture Co. . 


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American Radiator Co. . 

Best Light Co., The . 

Canchester Light Co. 

Lindsay Light Co. 

Noel, John S. ... 

Peck-Williamson Co. 

Standard-Glllett Light 
U. S. A. Lighting Co. 

Walker A Pratt Mfg. Co. 

Welsbach Co. 

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Jewelry and Silverware 
Gregg Mfg. A Jmpt. Co.. The R 
Howard Watch Co., E. . 

Loft Is Bros. & Co. 

Marshall, Geo. E. 

Meriden Britannia Co. . 

Tiffany A Co. 


American Telephone A Telegraph Co, 
Amusement Supply Co. . 

Arlington St. Church 
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Berkshire Hills Sanatorium 
Bowker Insecticide Co. . 

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Burell Syndicate 
Burrowes, E. T. Co. . 

Chesebrough Mfg. Co. 

Cocroft. Susanna 
Collette Mfg. Co. 

Evans A Co., Victor J. . 

Grelder, B. H. ... 
Herschell-Splllman Co. . 

Horton Mfg. Co., The 
Keep-Shape Co. . 

Londonderry Lithia Spring Water Co. 80 

Lotz, Henry M. 

Mason. Fenwick A Lawrence 
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Mead Cycle Co. 

Munter, Prof. Charles 
National Casket Co. . 

National Resources Security Co. 

Oakland Chemical Co. . 

Ohio Electric Works 
Pine Forest Inn . 

San Antonlo'PubllcIty League 
Sure Hatch Incubator Co. . 

Thayer A Chandler . 

Thleler, E. R. (Mettlach Ware) 
Trans-Continental Freight Co. 

LL S. Playing Card Co. 

Vapo-Cresolene Co., The 

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Wanamaker, John 
Worthington Co. 

Musical Instruments. Etc. 

Estey Plano Co. . 

Farrand Co.. The 



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Elliott-Fisher Co. . • 

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The greener box, for show. 

The holly hitherto did sway; 

Let box now domineer 
Until the dancing Easter day 
Or Easter’s eve appear. 

Then youthful box which now hath grace 
Your houses to renew, 

Grown old, surrender must his place 
Unto the crisped yew. 

When yew is out, then birch comes in, 
And many flowers beside; 

Both of a fresh and fragrant kin 
To honour Whitsuntide. 

Green rushes, then, and sweetest bents, 
With cooler oaken boughs, 

Come in for comely ornaments 
To re-adorn the house. 

Thus times do shift: each thing his turn does hold: 
New things succeed , as former things grow old. 

Robert Herrick 

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" T OU wanted me to complete your 

/ collection, didn’t you, M. Paoli?” 

The presidential train had left 
ji Hendaye; the distant echoes of 
A the Spanish national anthem still 
reached our ears through the silence and the 
darkness. Leaning from the window of thesleep- 
ing-car, I was watching the last lights of the 
little frontier town disappear, one by one. . . . 

I turned round briskly at the sound of that 
gay and bright voice. A tall, slim young man 
stood at the door of the compartment, with a 

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cigarette between his lips and a soft felt hat 
on his head, and gave me a friendly little wave 
of the hand. His long, slender figure looked 
very smart and supple in a pale-gray traveling 
suit; and a broad smile lit up his bronzed face, 
his smooth, boyish face, adorned with a large 
Bourbon hooked nose, planted like an eagle's 
beak between two very black eyes, full of fire 
and humor. 

"Yes, yes, M. Paoli, I know you, though 
perhaps you don’t yet know me. My mother 
has often spoken to me of you, and when she 
heard that you had been appointed to watch 


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over my safety, she said, ‘With Paoli, I 
feel quite at ease.'" 

" I am infinitely touched and flattered, Sir, ’ 
I replied, “by that gracious mark of confi¬ 
dence. . . . It is true that my collection 

was incomplete without your Majesty/' 

That is how I became acquainted with 
Alphonso XIII. in the spring of 1905, at the 
time of his first official visit to France. 
"The Little King," as he was still called, 
had lately completed his nineteenth year. 
He had attained his majority a bare twelve- 
month before, and was just entering upon 
his career as a monarch, if 1 may so ex¬ 
press myself. The watchful eyes of Europe 
were beginning to observe with sympathetic 
interest the first actions of this young ruler, 
who, with the exuberant grace of his fine 
and trustful youth, brought an unexpected 
and amusing contrast into the somewhat 
constrained formality of the gallery of sov¬ 
ereigns. I hough he had no history as yet, 
plenty of anecdotes were already current 
about him, and a plenty of morals were 
drawn in consequence. 

He has a nature all impulse," said one. 

“He is full of character," said people 
who had met him. 

Front a photograph taken at Biarrit{ 

“He is like his father; he would charm the 
bird from the tree/' an old Spanish diplomatist 
remarked to me. 

“At any rate, there is nothing commonplace 
about him,” thought I, still perplexed by the un¬ 
conventional, amusing, jocular way in Which he 
had interrupted my nocturnal contemplations. 

No, he was certainly not commonplace! The 
next morning 1 saw him at early dawn at the 
windows of the saloon-carriage, devouring with 

a delighted curiosity the sights that met lus 
eyes as the train rushed at full speed through 
the green plains of the Charente. 

“What a lovely country yours is, M. Paoli!” 
he cried, when he saw me standing near him. 
“1 feel as if I were still at home, as if I knew 
everybody—the faces all seem familiar. It’s 

At the sound of this typically Parisian ex¬ 
pression (the French word that he employed 



was ipatant) proceeding from the royal lips, it 
was my turn to be "stunned.” In my inno¬ 
cence, I was not yet aware that he knew all our 
smart slang phrases and used them freely. 

His spirits were as inexhaustible as his 
bodily activity, and we were hard put to it to 
keep up with him. He wanted to know every¬ 
thing, though he knew a great deal as it was. 
The army and navy excited his interest in the 
highest degree; the provinces through which 
we were passing, their customs, their past, 

their administrative organization, their in¬ 
dustries, supplied him with the subjects of an 
exhaustive interrogatory to which we did our 
best to reply. Our social laws, our parliament, 
our politicians as eagerly aroused his lively 
curiosity. . . . And then came the turn 

of Paris, which he was at last about to see, 
whose splendors and peculiarities he already 
knew from reading and hearsay—that Paris 
which he looked upon as a fairy-land, a prom¬ 
ised land; and the thought that he was to be 




solemnly welcomed there sent a slight flush of 
excitement to his cheeks. 

“It must be wonderful!” he said, his eyes 
ablaze with pleasurable impatience. 

He also insisted upon our giving him full de¬ 
tails about the persons who were to receive him. 

“What is M. Loubet like? And the Prime 
Minister? And the Governor of Paris?” 

When he was not putting questions he was 
telling stories, recalling his impressions of his 
recent journeys in Spain. 


“Confess, M. Paoli,” he said, “that you have 
never had to look after a king so young as I.” 

His conversation, studded with smart sallies, 
with freakish outbursts and unexpected digres¬ 
sions, revealed a young and keen intelligence, 
eager after knowledge, a fresh mind open to 
ideas. I remember the surprise of a high 
official, to whose explanations the King was 
lending an attentive ear, when we crossed a 
bridge over the Loire, in which some water- 
fowl happened to be disporting themselves. 



"Oh, what a pity!” the King broke in. 
"Why haven't I a gun?" And, taking aim with 
an imaginary fowling-piece, "What a fine shot!" 

Again, 1 remember the spontaneous and 
charming way in which, full of admiration for 
the beauties of our Touraine, he tapped me on 
the shoulder and cried: 

"There’s no doubt about it, I love France! 
France forever!" 

What was not my surprise afterward, at 
Orleans, where the first official stop was made, 
to see him appear in his full uniform as 
captain-general, his featureswearing an expres¬ 
sion of singular dignity, his gait proud and 
lofty, compelling in all of us a respect for 
the impressive authority that emanated from 
his whole person. He found the right word for 
everybody, was careful of the least shades of 
etiquette, moved, talked, and smiled amid the 
gold-laced uniforms with a sovereign ease, 
showing from the first that he knew better 
than anybody how to play his part as a king. 

There is one action, very simple in appear¬ 
ance, but in reality more difficult than one 
would think, by which one may judge a sov¬ 
ereign’s bearing in a foreign country. This is 
his manner of saluting the colors. Some, as 
they pass before the standard surrounded by 
its guard of honor, content themselves with 
raising the hand to cap or helmet; others 
stop and how; others make a wide and 



studied gesture that betrays a certain almost 
theatrical affectation. Alphonso XII l.’s salute is 
like none of these: in its military stiffness, it is 
at once simple and grave, marked by supreme 
elegance and profound deference. On the plat¬ 
form of the Orleans railway station, opposite 
the motionless battalion, in the presence of a 
number of officers and civil functionaries, this 
graceful and respectful salute, which so visibly 
paid a delicate homage to the army and the 
country, moved and flattered us more than 
any number of boasts and speeches. And 
when, at last. 1 went home, after witnessing 
the young King’s arrival in the capital and ob¬ 
serving the impression that he had made on 
the Government and the people, I recalled the 
old Spanish diplomatist’s remark: 

“The King would charm the bird from the 


I saw little of King Alphonso during his first 
stay in Paris. The protection of sovereigns 
who were the official guests of the Government 
did not come within the scope of my duties. 
I therefore left him at the station, and was not 
to resume my place in his suite until the mo¬ 
ment of his departure. The anarchist-revolu¬ 
tionary gentry appeared to be unaware of this 
detail, for I daily received a fair number of 


anonymous letters, most of which contained 
more or less vague threats against the person 
of our royal visitor. One of them, which the 
post brought me when I was on the point of 
proceeding to the gala performance given at 
the opera in his honor, struck me more par¬ 
ticularly because of the plainness of the warn¬ 
ing that it conveyed, a warning devoid of any 
of the insults that usually accompany this sort 
of communication. 

“In spite of all the precautions that have 
been taken," it read, "the King had better be 
careful when he leaves the opera to-night." 

I his note, written in a rough, disguised 
hand, was, of course, unsigned. I at once 

passed it on to the right quarter. The very 
strict supervision that was being exercised no 
doubt excluded the possibility of a successful 
plot. But there remained the danger of an 
individual attempt, the murderous act of a 
single person; and I knew by experience that, 
to protect one's self against that, one must 
rely exclusively upon "the police of Heaven," 
to use the picturesque expression of Senor 
Maura, the former Spanish Premier. 

Haunted by a baneful presentiment, I never¬ 
theless decided, on leaving the opera, to re¬ 
main near the King’s carriage (as a mere 
passer-by, of course) until he had stepped into 
it with M. Loubet and driven off, surrounded 




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by his squadron of cavalry. The attempt on 
his life took place at the corner of the Rue de 
Rohan and the Rue de Rivoli; and both the 
King and M. Loubet had a miraculous escape 
from death. My presentiment, therefore, had 
not been at fault. 

I need not here recall the coolness that the 
young monarch displayed in these circum¬ 
stances, for it is still present in every memory, 
nor the magnificent indifference with which he 
looked upon the tragic incident. 

"I have received my baptism of fire,” he 
said to me, a couple of days later, "and, upon 
my word, it was much less exciting than 1 ex¬ 

Alphonso XIII., in fact, has a fine contempt 
for danger. Like the late King Humbert, he 
considers that assassination is one of the little 
drawbacks attendant on the trade of king. He 
gave a splendid proof of this courage at the 
time of the Madrid bomb, of which I shall 
speak later; and I witnessed it for myself two 
days after the attempted assassination in the 
Rue de Rohan. 

On leaving Paris, our royal visitor went to 
Cherbourg, where I accompanied him, to em¬ 
bark on board the British royal yacht, which 
was to take him to England. As we ap¬ 

proached the town in the early morning, 
the presidential train was shunted on to the 
special line that leads direct to the dockyard. 
While we were running pretty fast, the train 
suddenly stopped short, producing a violent 
shock in all the carriages. The reader can 
imagine the excitement. The railway officials, 
officers, and chamberlains of the court sprang 
out of the coaches and rushed to the royal 

"Another attempt?” asked the King, calmly 
smiling, as he put his head out of the 

We all thought so at the first moment. For¬ 
tunately, it was only a slight accident: the rear 
luggage-van had left the rails through a mis¬ 
take in the shunting. 1 hastened to explain 
the matter to the King. 

"You # ll see." he at once replied; "they will 
say, kll the saihe, that it was an attempt on 
my life. I must let my mother know quickly, 
or she will be frightened.” 

The King was right. Some one— we never 
discovered who—had already found means to 
telegraph to Queen Maria Christina that a 
fresh attack had been made on her son. 

At I run, the first Spanish station, where I 
was to take leave of our guest, a fresh surprise 


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awaited us. There was not a trace of police 
protection, not a soldier, not a gendarme. An 
immense crowd had freely invaded both plat¬ 
forms. And what a crowd! Thousands of 
men, women, and children shouted, sang, 
waved their hands, hustled one another, and 
fired guns into the air for joy, while the King, 
calm and smiling, elbowed his way from the 
presidential to the royal train, patting the 

children's heads as he passed, paying a compli¬ 
ment to their mothers, distributing friendly 
nods to the men who were noisily cheering him. 

But my mission was at an end. Still laugh¬ 
ing, the King, as he gave me his hand, said: 

“Well, M. Paoli, you can no longer say that 
you haven't got me in your collection!" 

“1 beg your pardon, Sir,” I replied. “It's 
not complete yet.” 


“How do you mean?" 

“Why, Sir, I haven't your portrait." 

“Oh, that will be all right!" And, turning 
to the grand master of his court, “Santo Mauro, 
make a note: photo for M. Paoli." 

A few days after, I received a photograph, 
signed and dated by the royal hand. 


Five months later, Alphonso XIII., returning 
from Germany, where he had been to pay his 
accession visit to the Berlin Court, stopped to 
spend a day incognito in Paris. I found him 
as I had left him—gay, enthusiastic, full of 
good nature, glad to be alive. 

“Here I am again, my dear M. Paoli," he 
said, when he perceived me at the frontier, 
where, according to custom, I had gone to meet 
him. “But this time I shall not cause you 
any great worry. I must go home, and I sha'n't 
stop for more than twenty-four hours—worse 
luck!— in Paris." 

On the other hand, he wasted none of his 
time while there. Jumping into a motor-car 
the moment he was out of the train, he first 
drove to the Hotel Bristol, where he remained 
just long enough to change his clothes, after 
which he managed, during his brief stay, to 
hear mass in the Church of St. Roch (for it was 
Sunday), to pay a visit to M. Loubet, to make 
some purchases in the principal shops, to lunch 
with his aunt, the Infanta Eulalie, to take a 
motor drive in the pouring rain as far as 
Saint-Germain and back, to dine at the Spanish 
Embassy, and to wind up the evening at the 
Thdlttre des Variates. 

“And it's like that every day, when he's 
traveling," said one of his suite to me. 

The King, I may say, makes up for this daily 
expenditure of activity by a tremendous appe¬ 
tite. I have observed, for that matter, that 
the majority of sovereigns are valiant trencher¬ 
men. Every morning of his life Alphonso XI 11 . 
has a good rump-steak and potatoes for his 
first breakfast, often preceded by eggs and 
sometimes followed by salad and fruit. On 
the other hand, the King never drinks wine and 
generally confines himself to a tumbler of water 
and lucbarillos , the national beverage, com¬ 
posed of white of egg beaten up with sugar. 

In spite of his continual need of movement, 
his passionate love of sport in all its forms, and 
especially of motoring, his expansive, rather 
mad, but very attractive youthfulness, Al¬ 
phonso XIII., even in his flying trips, never, 
as we have seen, loses the occasion to improve 
his mind. He is very quick at seizing a point, 
possesses a remarkable power of assimilation, 


and, although he does not read much, for he 
has no patience, he is remarkably well informed 
regarding the smallest details in matters that 
interest him. One day, for instance, he asked 
me, point-blank: 

“Do you know how many gendarmes there 
are in France?" 

I confess that I was greatly puzzled what to 
reply, for I have never cared much about 
statistics. I ventured to say offhand: 

“Ten thousand." 

“Ten thousand! Come, M. Paoli, what are 
you thinking of? That's the number we have 
in Spain. It's more like twenty thousand." 

This figure, as I afterward learned, was 
strictly accurate. 

As for business of State, I also noticed that 
the King devoted more time to it than his rest¬ 
less life would lead one to believe. Rising, 
winter and summer, at six o'clock, he stays 
indoors and works regularly during the early 
part of the morning, and often again at night. 
In this connection, one of his ministers said 
to me: 

“He never shows a sign of either weariness 
or boredom. The King's 'frivolity' is a popular 
fallacy. On the contrary, he is terribly pains¬ 
taking. Just like the Queen Mother, he insists 
upon clear and detailed explanations before he 
will sign the least document; and he knows 
quite well how to make his will felt. Besides, 
he is fond of work, and he can work anywhere — 
in a motor-car, in a boat, in a train, as well as 
in his study." 

But it was on the occasion of the event that 
was to mark an indelible date in his life, a fair 
and happy date, that I had time really to 
observe him and to come to know him better. 
The reader will have guessed that I am referring 
to his engagement. The duties that 1 have 
fulfilled for a quarter of a century have some¬ 
times involved difficult moments, delicate re¬ 
sponsibilities, thankless tasks, but they have 
also brought me many charming compensa¬ 
tions; and 1 have no more delightful recollec¬ 
tion than that of witnessing, at first hand, the 
fresh and touching royal idyl, the simple, cloud¬ 
less romance, which began one fine evening in 
London, was continued under the sunny sky of 
the Basque coast, and ended by leading to one 
of those rare unions that satisfy both public 
policy and the heart. 

Like his father before him, Alphonso XIII., 
when his ministers began to hint discreetly 
about possible “alliances," contented himself 
with replying: 

“ I shall marry a princess who takes my fancy, 
and nobody else. 1 want to love my wife." 

Nevertheless, diplomatic intrigues fashioned 



themselves around the young sovereign. The 
Emperor William would like to have seen a 
German princess sharing the throne of Spain; 
a marriage with an Austrian archduchess would 
have continued a time-honored tradition. The 
question of a French princess was also mooted, 
I believe. But the political rapprochement 
between Spain and England had just been ac¬ 
complished under French auspices; an Anglo- 
Spanish marriage seemed to correspond with 
the interests of Spain; and it so happened that 
the Princess Patricia of Connaught had lately 
been seen in Andalusia. Her name was on all 
men's lips; already, in the silence of the palace, 
official circles were preparing for this union. 
Only one detail had been omitted, but it was 
a detail of the first importance: that of con¬ 
sulting the two persons directly interested, who 
did not even know each other. 

When the King went to England, no one 
doubted for a moment that he would return 
engaged — and engaged to Patricia of Con¬ 
naught. As a matter of fact, when the two 
young people met, they did not attract each 
other. But, at the ball given in the King's 
honor at Buckingham Palace, Alphonso never 
took his eyes off a fair-haired young princess, 
whose radiant beauty shed all the glory of 
spring around her. 

"Who is that?" asked the King. 

" Princess Ena of Battenberg," was the reply. 

The two were presented, danced and talked 
together, and met again on the next day and 
on the following days. 

And, when the King returned to Spain, he 
left his heart in England. 

But he did not breathe a word about it. His 
little idyl, which took the form of an inter¬ 
change of letters and postcards, as well as of 
secret negotiations with a view to marriage,— 
negotiations conducted with the English royal 
family by the King in person,— was pursued 
with the greatest mystery. People knew, of 
course, that the Princess and the King liked 
and admired each other; but they knew nothing 
of the young monarch's private plans. More¬ 
over, he took pleasure in mystifying his entour- 
age. He who had once been so expansive now 
became suddenly contemplative and reserved. 

Soon after his return, he ordered a yacht; 
and, when the time came to christen her, he 
made the builders paint on the prow in gold 


The comment aroused by those three little 
dots may be easily imagined. 

The moment, however, was at hand when the 

name of the royal yacht s godmother, and 
therefore of the future Queen of Spain, was to 
be revealed. One morning in January, 1906, 
1 received a letter from Miss Minnie Cochrane, 
Princess Henry of Battenberg's faithful lady- 
in-waiting, telling me that the Princess and her 
daughter. Princess Ena, were leaving shortly 
for Biarritz, to stay with their cousin, the 
Princess Frederica of Hanover, and inviting 
me to accompany them. This kind thought is 
explained by the fact that I had known the 
Princess and her daughter for many years. 1 
had often seen Princess Beatrice with the late 
Queen Victoria, to whom she showed the most 
tender filial affection; I had also known Princess 
Ena as a little girl, when she still wore short 
frocks and long, fair curls, and used to play 
with her doll under the fond, smiling gaze 
of her august grandmother. She was then a 
grave and reflective child; she had great, deep, 
expressive blue eyes; and she was a little shy, 
like her mother. 

When, at Calais, I beheld a fresh and beauti¬ 
ful young girl, unreserved and gay, a real fairy 
princess, whose face, radiant with gladness, so 
evidently reflected a very sweet, secret hap¬ 
piness; when, on the day after her arrival 
at Biarritz, I saw King Alphonso arrive unex¬ 
pectedly in a great state of excitement, and 
surprised the first glance that they exchanged 
at the door of the villa— then I understood. 

I was, therefore, not in the least astonished 
when Miss Cochrane, whom I had ventured to 
ask if it was true that there was a matrimonial 
project on foot between the King and the 
Princess, answered, with a significant smile: 

"I think so; it is not officially settled yet; it 
will be decided here." 


The Villa Mouriscot, where the princesses 
were staying, was a picturesque Basque chalet, 
elegantly and comfortably furnished. It stood 
on a height, two miles from Biarritz, buried in 
luxuriant and fragrant gardens. 

The King came every day. Wrapped in a 
huge cloak, with a motoring-cap and goggles, 
he would arrive at ten o’clock in the morning 
from San Sebastian in his double Panhard 
phaeton, which he drove himself, except on the 
rare occasions when he intrusted the steering- 
wheel to his excellent French chauffeur, Anto¬ 
nin, who accompanied him on all his excursions. 
His friends the Marques de Viana, the young 
Conde de Villalobar, counselor to the Spanish 
Embassy in London, Sefior Quinones de Leon, 
the charming attach^ to the Paris Embassy, 
and the Conde del Grove, his faithful aide-de- 



camp, or the Marques de Pacheco, commanding 
the palace halberdiers, formed his usual suite. 
As soon as the motor had passed through the 
gates and stopped before the door, where Baron 
von Pawel-Rammingen, the Princess Frederica's 
husband, and Colonel Lord William Cecil, 
Princess Henry of Battenberg's comptroller, 
awaited him, the King would hurry to the 
drawing-room, where the pretty Princess sat 
looking out for his arrival, as impatient for the 
meeting as the King himself. 

After the King had greeted his hosts at the 
villa, he and the Princess would walk in the 
gardens, exchanging much lively talk as they 
strolled about the paths in which, as Gounod's 
song says, 'Movers lose their* way/' They 
would return in time for the family lunch, a 
very simple repast to which the King's tremen¬ 
dous appetite did full honor. He used often 
to send for Fraulein Zinska, the Princess Fred¬ 
erica's old Hanoverian cook, and congratu¬ 
late her on her culinary ability, a proceeding 
that threw the good woman into an ecstasy of 
delight. After lunch, the young people, accom¬ 
panied by Miss Cochrane as chaperon, went 
out in the motor, not returning until nearly 
dark. On rainy days, of course, there was no 
drive; but in the drawing-room of the villa the 
Princess Frederica had thoughtfully contrived 
a sort of recess, furnished with a sofa, in which 
the engaged couple could pursue their discreet 
flirtation at their ease. 

In the evening, at dinner, the suite were 
present. The King changed into evening 
clothes, with the collar of the Golden Fleece. 
At half-past ten, he left for the station and re¬ 
turned to San Sebastian by the Sud Express. 

After a few days, although they were not 
officially engaged, no one doubted that the 
event was near at hand. 

"She's nice, isn’t she?" the King asked me, 

A significant detail served to show me how 
far things had gone. One day the two young 
people, accompanied by the Princesses Frederica 
and Beatrice and the whole little court, walked 
to the end of the grounds, to a spot near the 
lake, where two holes had been newly dug. A 
gardener stood waiting for them, carrying two 
miniature fir-plants in his arms. 

"This is mine," said the King. 

"And this is mine," said the Princess in 
French, for they constantly spoke French to¬ 

"We must plant the trees side by side," de¬ 
clared the King, "so that they may always 
f ; remind us of these never-to-be-forgotten days." 

No sooner said than done. In accordance 
ik* with the old English tradition, the two of them, 

each laying hold of a spade, dug up the earth 
and heaped it around the shrubs, with shouts 
of laughter that rang clear through the silent 
wood. Then, when the King, who, in spite of his 
strength of arm, is a poor gardener, perceived 
that the Princess had finished her task first — 

"There is no doubt about it," he said, "I 
am very awkward! I must put in a month or 
two with the Engineers!" 

On returning to the villa, he gave the Princess 
her first present— a heart set in brilliants. It 
was certainly a day of symbols. 

On the following day things took a more 
definite turn. The King came in the morn¬ 
ing to take the princesses to San Sebastian, 
where they met Queen Maria Christina. 
Nobody knew what happened in the course 
of the interview and the subsequent private 
luncheon at the Miramar Palace. But it 
was, beyond a doubt, a decisive day. At 
Fuenterrabia, the first Spanish town through 
which they passed on their way to San Sebas¬ 
tian in the morning, the King said to the 

"You are now on Spanish soil." 

"Oh," she said, "I am so glad!" 

"It will soon be for good." 

And they smiled at each other. 

The frantic cheering that greeted her entry 
at San Sebastian, the hail of flowers that fell 
at her feet when she passed through the streets, 
the motherly kiss with which she was received 
at the door of Queen Maria Christina’s 
drawing-room, must have made Princess Ena 
understand that all Spain had confirmed its 
sovereign’s choice and applauded his good 

Twenty-four hours after this visit, the 
Queen Mother, in her turn, went to Biarritz 
and took tea at the Villa Mouriscot. The 
King had gone on before her. Intense happi¬ 
ness was reflected on every face. When the 
Queen, who had very graciously sent for me to 
thank me for the care that I was taking of her 
son, stepped into her carriage, she said to the 
Princess, with a smile: 

"We shall soon see you in Madrid." 

Then, taking a white rose from the bouquet 
which the Mayor of Biarritz had presented to 
her, she gave it to the Princess, who pressed 
it to her lips before pinning it in her bodice. 

That same evening, the King, beaming all 
over his face, cried to me from a distance, the 
moment he saw me: 

"It's all right, Paoli; the official demand has 
been granted. You see before you the happiest 
of men!" 

The days that followed upon the betrothal 
were days of enchantment for the young 

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couple, now freed from all preoccupation and 
constraint. One met them daily, motoring 
along the picturesque roads of the Basque 
country or walking through the streets of 
Biarritz, stopping before the shop-windows, at 
the photographer’s, or at the pastry-cook’s. 

" Do you know, Paoli,” said the King to me, 
one day, "I've changed the Princess’ name. 
Instead of calling her Ena, which I don’t like, 
1 call her Nini. That’s very Parisian, isn't it?” 

The royal lover, as I have already said, 
prided himself, with justice, on his Parisianism, 
as witness the following scrap of dialogue, 
which took place one morning in the street at 

"M. Paoli.” 

" Sir?” 

" Do you know the tune of the MascbicbV* 

"Upon my word, 1 can’t say 1 do, Sir!” 

"Or of Viens Poupoule ?” 

"No, Sir.” 

"Why, then you know nothing. Paoli — 
you're a disgrace!” 

Thereupon, half opening the door of the 
confectioner’s shop where Princess Ena was 
making a leisurely selection of cakes, he began 
to hum the famous air of Viens Poupoule. 

It will readily be imagined that the protec¬ 
tion of the King was not always an easy mat¬ 
ter. The most amusing adventure was that 
which he had at Dax. One morning, he took 
it into his head to motor away to the parched 
and desolate country of the Landes, which 
stretches from Bayonne to Bordeaux. After a 
long and wearing drive, he decided to take the 
train back from Dax. Accompanied by his 
friend Senor Quinones de Leon, he made for 
the station, where the two young men, tired 
out and soaked in perspiration, sat down in the 

"Give us some lunch, please,” said the King, 
who was ravenously hungry, to the lady at 
the bar. 

The refreshment-room, unfortunately, was 
very meagerly supplied. When the two travel- 
ng companions had eaten up the sorry fare 
represented by a few eggs and sandwiches, 
which had probably been waiting more than a 
month for a traveler to arrive, the King, whose 
appetite was far from being satisfied, called the 
barmaid, a fat and matronly B^amaise with an 
upper lip adorned with a pair of thick mus- 

" Have you nothing else togive us?" heasked. 

"I have a phte de foie gras, but— it’s very 
expensive,' said the decent creature, who did 
not see a serious customer in this famished and 
dusty young man. 

"Never mind; let’s have it," said the King. 

The woman brought her p&le, which was 
none too fresh; but how great was her amaze¬ 
ment when she saw the two travelers devour 
not only the liver, but the fat as well! The 
pot was emptied and scraped clean in the 
twinkling of an eye. 

Pleased with her successful morning’s trade, 
and encouraged by the King’s ebullient good 
humor, the barmaid sat down at the royal 
table and began to tell the King her family 
affairs, questioning him with maternal so¬ 
licitude. When, at last, the hour of departure 
struck, they shook hands with each other 

Some time afterward, the King was passing 
through Dax by rail, and, as the train steamed 
into the station, he said to me: 

"I have an acquaintance at Dax. I’ll show 
her to you. She is charming.” 

The plump B£arnaise was there, more mus¬ 
tachioed than ever. I will not attempt to de¬ 
scribe her comic bewilderment at recognizing 
her former customer in the person of the King. 
He was delighted, and, giving her his hand — 

"You won't refuse to say how-do-you-do to 
me, I hope?” he asked, laughing. 

The thing turned her head; what was bound 
to happen happened: she became indiscreet. 
From that time onward, she looked into every 
train that stopped at Dax, to see if "her 
friend” the King were among the passengers; 
and when, instead of stepping out on the plat¬ 
form, he satisfied himself with giving her a 
friendly nod from behind the pane, she felt im¬ 
mensely disappointed; in fact, she was even a 
little offended. 

It is not difficult to picture how this playful 
simplicity, combined with a delicacy of feeling 
and a knightly grace to which, in our age of 
brutal realism, we are no longer accustomed, 
made an utter conquest of the pretty English 
Princess. When, after several days of familiar 
and daily intimacy, it became necessary to say 
good-by,— the Princess was returning to Eng¬ 
land to busy herself with preparations for her 
marriage, Alphonso to Madrid for the same 
reason,— when the moment of separation had 
come, there was a pang at the heart on both 
sides. As I was leaving with the Princess for 
Paris — 

"You’re a lucky man, M. Paoli, to be going 
with the Princess,” said the King sadly, as I 
was stepping into the railway carriage. ‘Td 
give anything to be in your place!” 

While the Court of Spain was employed in 
settling, down to the smallest particular, the 
ceremonial for the King’s approaching wed¬ 
ding, Princess Ena was absorbed in the charm¬ 
ing details of her trousseau and in the more 



austere preparations for her conversion to 
Catholicism. This conversion, as I have al¬ 
ready said, was a sine qua non to the consent 
of Spain to her marriage. 

The Princess and her mother, accompanied 
by Miss Cochrane and Lord William Cecil, 
stayed at a hotel in Versailles for the period of 
religious instruction that precedes the admis¬ 
sion of a neophyte within the pale of the Ro¬ 
man Catholic Church; and it was at Versailles, 
on a cold February morning, that she abjured 
her Protestantism in a sequestered chapel of 
the cathedral. Why did she select the town 
of Louis XIV. in which to accomplish this im¬ 
portant and solemn act of her life? Doubtless 
because of the peaceful silence that surrounded 
it, and of the past, filled with melancholy 
grandeur, that it conjured up; perhaps, also, 
because of the association of ideas suggested to 
her mind by the city of the great King and the 
origins of the family of the Spanish Bourbons 
of which it was the cradle. The heart of 
woman sometimes provides instances of this 
delicacy of thought. 

The last months of the winter of 1906 were 
spent by the engaged pair in eager expectation 
of the great event that was to unite them for 
good and all and in the manifold occupations 
that it involved. The date of the wedding was 
fixed for the 31st of May. A few days before 
that 1 went to Calais to meet the Princess. It 
was as though nature, in her awakening, was 
smiling upon the royal bride and had hastily 
decked herself in her best to greet the young 
Princess, as she passed, with all her youthful 
gladness. But the Princess saw nothing: she 
had bidden a last farewell to her country, her 
family, and her home; and, despite the happi¬ 
ness that called her, the fond memory of all 
that she was quitting oppressed her heart. 

"It is nothing, M. Paoli," she said, when I 
asked the cause of her sadness. "It is nothing. 
I cannot help feeling moved when 1 think that 
I am leaving the country where I have spent 
so many happy days to go toward the un¬ 

She did not sleep that night. At three 
o’clock in the morning she was up and dressed, 
ready to appear before her future husband, be¬ 
fore the nation that was waiting to welcome 
her, while the King, at the same hour, was 
striding up and down the platform at I run, in 
a fever of excitement, peering 'into the night 
so as to be the first to see the yellow gleams of 
the train, and nervously lighting cigarette upon 
cigarette to calm his impatience. 

Then came the whirlwind of festivities at 
which the King invited me to be present, and 
the sumptuous magnificence of the marriage 

ceremony in the ancient Church of Los Geroni- 
mos. It was as though the old Court of Spain 
had regained its pomp of the days of long ago. 
Once more the streets, all dressed with flags, 
were filled with antiquated chariots, with her¬ 
aldic costumes, with glittering uniforms; from 
the balconies, draped with precious stuffs, 
flowers fell in torrents; cheers rose from the 
serried ranks of the crowd; an intense, noisy, 
mad gaiety reigned on all men’s lips, while, 
from behind the windows of the state coach 
that carried her to the church, the surprised 
and delighted Princess, forgetting her fleeting 
melancholy, now smiled her acknowledgments 
of this mighty welcome. 

A tragic incident was fated brutally to in¬ 
terrupt her fair young dream. Finding no seat 
in the Church of Los Geronimos, the dimen¬ 
sions of which are small, I took refuge in one 
of the Court stands erected along the route 
taken by the sovereigns; and I was watching 
the procession pass on its return to the palace, 
when my ears were suddenly deafened by a 
tremendous explosion. At first no one realized 
where it came from; we thought that it was 
the report of a cannon-shot, fired to announce 
the end of the ceremony. But suddenly loud 
yells arose, people hustled one another and 
rushed away, madly shouting: 

"It’s a murder! The King and Queen are 

Terrified, I tried to hasten to the street from 
which the cries came. A file of soldiers, drawn 
up across the roadway, stopped me. I then 
ran to the palace, where I arrived at exactly 
the same moment as the royal coach, from 
which the King and the young Queen alighted. 
They were pale, but calm. The King held his 
wife's hand tenderly in his own, and stared in 
dismay at the long white train of her bridal 
dress, stained with great blotches of blood. 
Filled with horror, I went up to Alphonso XIII. 

"Oh, Sir!" I cried, "at least both of you are 
safe and sound!" 

"Yes," he replied. Then, lowering his voice, 
he added: "But there are some killed. Poor 
people! What an infamous thing!" 

Under her great white veil, the Queen, 
standing between Queen Maria Christina and 
Princess Henry of Battenberg, still both trem¬ 
bling, wept silent tears. Then the King, pro¬ 
foundly moved, drew nearer to her and kissed 
her slowly on the cheek, whispering these 
charming words: 

" I do hope that you are not angry with me 
for the emotion that 1 have involuntarily 
caused you?" 

What she replied I did not hear: I only saw 
a kiss. 



Notwithstanding the warm manifestations 
of loyalty which the people of Spain lavished 
upon their sovereigns on the following day, 
Queen Victoria is said to have been long 
haunted by the horrible spectacle that she had 
beheld, and to have retained an intense feel¬ 
ing of terror and sadness from that tragic 
hour. But, God be praised, everything passes. 
When, later, 1 had the honor of again finding 
myself in attendance upon the King and 
Queen, at Biarritz and in Paris, I recognized 
once more the happy and loving young couple 
I had known at the time of their engagement. 
Alphonso XIII. had the same gaiety, the same 

high spirits as before; and the Queen's mind 
seemed to show no trace of painful memories 
or gloomy apprehensions. 

In the course of the first journey that I took 
with them a year after the murderous attempt 
in Madrid, the King himself acquainted me 
with the real cause of this happy quietude so 
promptly recovered. Walking into the com¬ 
partment where I was sitting, he lifted high 
into the air a pink and chubby child, and, 
holding it up for me to look at, said, with more 
than a touch of pride in his voice; 

“There! What do you think of him? Isn't 
he splendid?" 

[the march instalment of m. paoli’s reminiscences will deal with his recollections 





Y E flakes that are most 

Like a thistledown host, 

Or spume in the van of some infinite wave, 
What craft in your mildness, 

O multiple Wildness! 

Bestows this all-quieting sense of the grave? 

For our life is, I know, 

But a search in the snow 

W here boundaries change and the trail disappears; 

W'here blurring, impeding, 

Subduing, misleading, 

Drive downfall of moments and drift of the years. 

From a soft, from a sly 
And inscrutable sky, 

Time closes man round, let him travel or sleep: 

The game to the strongest 
An hour at the longest, 

And play-fellow powers shall bury him deep. 

Vet, flakes floated down, 

Moth-light on the town, 

To batter the heart with the ultimate dread, 

Clean chattels so sent me. 

Right well ye content me, 

Cool garland, pure shroud, happy innocent bed! 







HREE o'clock on an April afternoon, 
and the mail train from Bombay 
steamed into the station of one 
of the largest cities of northern 

The platform instantly became covered with 
a struggling, yelling mass of natives; fat, 
half-naked merchants; consequential Bengali 
clerks with shiny yellow skins and lank black 
locks; swaggering sepoys on leave, with 
jaunty caps and fiercely curled beards; keen, 
hawk-faced Afghans wrapped in garments sug¬ 
gestive of the Scriptures; whole parties of ex¬ 
cited villagers, bound for some pilgrim shrine. 

clinging to one another and shouting discord¬ 
antly; refreshment-sellers screaming their wares, 
and coolies bearing luggage on their heads, 
vociferating as wildly as if their very lives de¬ 
pended on penetrating the crowd. 

Into this bewildering, deafening babel 
stepped Major Kenwithin from a first-class 
compartment. His rugged face, tanned and 
seared by twenty years of Indian service, wore 
anything but an amiable expression, and he 
barely responded to the cordial greeting of a 
young Englishman who was threading his way 
through a bevy of noisy, chattering native 
females toward the parcels office. 




“Missis went off all right?' 1 shouted Cart¬ 
wright over the crowd of draped heads. 

Kenwithin only nodded, and turned his 
attention to his luggage and orderly. 

“ Poor old chap— how he feels it!" muttered 
the other, as he proceeded to claim the parcel 
he had come to the station to fetch, while Ken¬ 
within drove to his bungalow in the native cav¬ 
alry lines feelingutterly and completely wretched. 

The square, thatched house wore a dreary, 
deserted appearance. The plants in the ve¬ 
randa drooped, and the clambering bougain¬ 
villea and gold-mohur blossoms hung from the 
walls in long, neglected trails, waiting in vain 
for “the mem-sahib's" careful supervision. 
The interior of the building shared the general 
dejection inevitable to an Anglo-Indian estab¬ 
lishment from which a woman’s presence has 
been suddenly withdrawn, and the Major's 
lonely heart ached as he roamed through the 
rooms, missing his wife more and more at every 
step. How on earth was he to get through six 
long, weary months without her? How had he 
ever lived without her at all? 

And yet, until the day he met his wife, John 
Kenwithin had managed to lead an existence 
entirely after his own heart. His regiment first, 
and then shooting of every description, had 
been all he lived for. With women he had had 
little to do, for he hated society and entertained 
no very exalted opinion of the opposite sex. He 
knew that the ladies of his own family had been 
good, loving wives and mothers, with duty as the 
key-note of their lives, and he wished all women 
were like them; but as, from what he had ob¬ 
served, this did not appear to be the case, he 
avoided the feminine world as much as possible. 

However, the time came when his astonished 
friends learned that he was engaged to be mar¬ 
ried, and subsequently discovered that he had 
made a very admirable selection. Certainly no 
one could have suited his tenacious, truth-lov¬ 
ing, somewhat harsh temperament better than 
the wife he had chosen, for she was a self-deny¬ 
ing. conscientious soul, past her first girlhood, 
with a simple, sterling directness of character, 
and a calm, restful beauty of her own in her 
steadfast gray eyes and regular features. She 
adored the Major with her whole being; she 
considered nothing but his comfort and con¬ 
venience; she bored people to death by making 
him her sole topic of conversation; and, in 
short, she surpassed even the memory of his 
mother and aunts in her capacity for doing her 
duty and worshiping her husband. The pair had 
led an ideally happy married life for the space 
°f two years, and then had come Mrs. Ken- 
within's sudden failure of health and the doc¬ 
tor s urgent advice that she should proceed 

“home" without delay to consult a heart 
specialist. So the Major had been forced to let 
her go alone, with no prospect of following her, 
for leave was stopped that season because of 
trouble on the frontier. 

All that day he wandered aimlessly about the 
house, unable to work or to pull himself together. 
He felt that he had no heart to go to mess that 
night and answer kindly meant inquiries as to 
his wife's departure, so he wrote to Cartwright 
(who was his first cousin and senior subaltern in 
the regiment) and asked him to come and dine 
in the bungalow. Cartwright readily assented. 
He was fond of Kenwithin and understood him 
thoroughly; he knew of the goodness as well as 
the narrow sternness that lay in his cousin's na¬ 
ture— knew that he was as straight and honest 
as the day, but also— as is frequently the case 
— most suspicious and intolerant of sin and 
weakness in others. 

The two men ate their dinner more or less in 
silence. Carfwright made little attempt to talk, 
for he felt that well-intentioned conversation 
would be more likely to irritate than soothe; but 
afterward, as they sat outside in front of the 
bungalow, smoking their cheroots, he racked his 
brains for some subtle method of distracting his 
cousin's thoughts. One plan he was fairly cer¬ 
tain would succeed, but he hesitated to adopt it. 
Cartwright had never confided his own trouble 
to any one, and only his anxiety to rouse Ken¬ 
within from his moody reflections made him 
contemplate the mention of it now. 

He took the cheroot from his lips and cleared 
his throat nervously. The sudden sound rang 
out on the warm, clear stillness of the Indian 
night, and subdued rustlings of startled birds 
and squirrels shook the creepers and under¬ 
growth. He glanced around for a moment. 
The thatched roof of the bungalow loomed up 
dark against the sky, which was already glim¬ 
mering with the rising moon, and tall plantain 
trees, edging the garden, waved and bowed, dis¬ 
turbed by the puff of warm wind that crept 
round the walls of the bungalow, wafting scents 
of mango and jasmine blossom in its train. 

“1 say, John," began Cartwright shame¬ 
facedly, feeling glad that the moon had not yet 
looked over the thatched roof, “I'm beastly 
sorry for you, old man. I know what it is to 
part from a woman you'd sell your soul for." 

Kenwithin turned quickly toward him. 

“You? Why, I thought—you never 

Cartwright smiled without amusement. 

“No, because the less said about it the better. 

1 suppose, with your notions, you'd call it a dis¬ 
graceful affair, but I'm hanged if I can see it in 
that light." 


"A married woman?'' 

Cartwright nodded, and his memory turned 
to the face he loved, keeping him silent. Ken- 
within’s eyes hardened and his mouth grew set, 
and as the moon rose slowly over the round of 
the thatched roof, the silver light showed up his 
large, rugged features clearly against the dense 
background of the veranda, and touched his 
grizzled hair to whiteness. 

"She knows you care for her?" he asked. 

Cartwright nodded again, and covered his 
eyes with his hand, for in the brightness of the 
moonlight recollections seemed to start from 
every shadow. 

"And is her husband a brute to her?" 

"No. That is the worst of it." 

Kenwithin laughed comprehensively. 

"Look here, my dear boy, drop it! The 
whole thing is wrong and foolish, and nothing 
but harm can come of it. Either a woman is 
good or she is bad, and there's no intermediate 
stage. No decent married woman would listen 
to a word of love from a man not her husband. 

1 know the class. Without being actually de¬ 
praved, they are false to the heart's core — they 
can't exist without illicit admiration!" 

A dark look of rage swept over Cartwright's 
face, but with an effort he controlled the out¬ 
burst of fierce defense that rose to his lips — for 
had he not brought this on himself by opening 
the subject to a man of Kenwithin's ideas? He 
carefully selected another cheroot, and spoke 
in the intervals of lighting it. 

" Forgive — [puff] — my saying so — [puff] 
— Kenwithin, but I think you’re a bit narrow¬ 
minded. The woman I shall love till the day of 
my death is hardly of that class. No doubt 1 
was wrong, and she weak; but there was no real 
harm in it. And now she has gone home. The 
only thing is that occasionally, to-night for in¬ 
stance, the future seems somewhat unfaceable." 

"Granted that there was no real harm, and 
that I am narrow-minded, the thing is still un¬ 
sound throughout, and you know it! Perhaps 
I am behind the times, but my idea of woman as 
she should be is that duty comes first with her. 




I would no more have married one who let me 
make love to her during her husband’s lifetime 
than I would have married — a native." 

"You were never tried," remarked Cart¬ 
wright shortly, and changed the subject, for his 
effort to stir kenwithin from his depression had 
been successful; and the two men sat on in the 
moonlight, chatting casually of every-day mat¬ 
ters until they parted for the night. 

Helen Kenwithin gazed dreamily out over the 
dazzling glint of the Red Sea from the deck of 
an outward-bound P. and O. steamer. The six 
long, weary months of separation were nearly 
over, and she was returning to her beloved John, 
somewhat better in health, but with serious in¬ 
junctions from the foremost heart specialist in 
London to avoid fatigue and excitement for the 
future. The deck was absolutely quiet, save for 
the monotonous vibration of the screw and an 
occasional flap of the awning in the burning, fit¬ 
ful wind. Helen’s white eyelids were slowly 
drooping, when she was roused by the voice of 
a Mrs. Trench (her cabin companion), who, fresh 
from a nap below, was settling herself by Mrs. 
Kenwithin’s side, relentlessly prepared for con¬ 

She was an attractive little person of barely 
five-and-twenty, with sparkling brown eyes and 
crisp, ruddy hair. She and Mrs. Kenwithin had 
struck up a certain reserved friendship which 
neither permitted full play, seeing that it was 
not likely to be renewed; for, though Mrs. 
Trench had spent a few years in India, her hus¬ 
band's regiment had lately been moved to Aden, 
where she was now rejoining him after a sum¬ 
mer in England. 

" Here are the photographs I wanted to show 
you," she began, opening a packet in her lap. 
"They were in that box in the hold, after all. 
The first officer was angelic; he got it up for me, 
although it wasn’t a baggage day." This with 
a significant air, which Helen ignored. She, like 
her husband, had no sympathy with flirtation. 

She put out her hand for the photographs 
(which consisted chiefly of a collection of good- 
looking subalterns in uniform), glancing casu¬ 
ally at each, until one arrested her attention. 

"Oh, that’s Cecil Cartwright — my husband’s 
cousin. He’s in our regiment. Fancy your 
knowing him! Isn’t he nice?" 

Mrs. Trench put the portrait back with a 
hasty, nervous movement. "I used to meet 
him at Simla," she said shortly. 

" Yes, he spent all his leave there the last two 
or three years. John used to be furious because 
he wouldn't join shooting expeditions to Tibet 
or the Terai instead. 1 believe he means to take 
furlough next month if he can get it. A nasty 

time of year to arrive in England. Don’t you 
hate the winter?" 

The reply and discussion that followed took 
them away from the subject of Cecil Cartwright, 
and Helen thought no more of the incident until 
the night before they reached Aden, when she 
was destined to learn why it was that her hus¬ 
band’s cousin had spent so much of his leave at 

According to her custom, Helen had gone 
early to bed, leaving on deck Mrs. Trench, who 
generally came down long after her cabin com¬ 
panion was asleep. To-night, however, she ap¬ 
peared a full hour before her usual time, and 
Helen, being still awake, saw with concern that 
the pretty face was white and quivering, and 
the large eyes shining with tears. 

"Is anything the matter?" she asked invol¬ 

"Oh, did I wake you? I'm sorry. I came 
down because the moonlight on the water made 
me so miserable — anything beautiful makes 
me wretched now"; and sitting down on the 
edge of her berth, she began to cry hys¬ 
terically, at the same time undressing with 
feverish haste. 

That was so unlike the usually light-hearted 
little lady that Helen was alarmed, and went to 
her side. 

"Tell me," she urged sympathetically. 

"Mrs. Kenwithin," said the other suddenly, 
after a pause, "do you love your husband very 

" He is everything on earth to me!" 

"Would you have loved him just the same if 
he had been a married man when you first met 
him? Supposing you knew that it was wrong 
to love him, would that stop you?" 

"Oh, don't!” cried Helen chokingly. "What 
do you mean? Don’t you care for your hus¬ 
band? Isn't he good to you?" 

"He is more than good to me. But he is 
twenty-five years older than I am, and I mar¬ 
ried him before I knew anything at all about 
love. And now, just as you feel about your 
John I feel about a man who is not my husband. 
Oh, sometimes I wish I had never seen him! 

I dread meeting my husband to-morrow. I am 
always so frightened" — lowering her voice — 
"so frightened of his guessing- " 

Mrs. Kenwithin'spity drowned her principles. 

"Tell me about it: perhaps I can help you," 
she said, and the kindness and forbearance in 
her voice drew forth the ugly, commonplace 
little story of the love (innocent though it was 
of active wrong) that existed between Daisy 
Trench and Cecil Cartwright. 

"How horrified you look!" was the defiant 
conclusion. " I suppose it sounds awful to you; 



but there was no real harm; and I am the better 
for loving him— it has done me good.” 

"Good heavens!” burst out Helen passion¬ 
ately, "are you the better for acting a lie every 
second of your life to a husband who believes in 
you and loves you? Is it doing you good to feel 
in perpetual terror of being found out? You 
may say you could not help loving Cecil, but 
you could help fostering the love, and being 
mean, false, deceitful!” 

"Oh,” whimpered Mrs. Trench, looking like 

"Write to him; write now, at once, and meet 
your husband to-morrow with a clear con¬ 

"But I’ve packed up all my writing things. 
And I'm such a coward. I should be afraid of 
the letter going astray and coming back, and 
then my husband would see it. Such things have 
happened. A friend of mine told me once-" 

"Let me tell Cecil," interrupted Mrs. Kenwith- 
in; "he will not have started when I get back." 

The little woman hesitated, and for a moment 


a child who has accidentally broken something 
valuable, "I didn’t mean to be so wicked." 

Then Helen curbed her righteous anger and 
patiently strove to convince Mrs. Trench of the 
error of her ways. She pleaded with her, coaxed 
her. and frightened her by turns until the night 
was well on. 

"Yes, I know, I know," she sobbed at last, 
in abject penitence. "I must give him up — I 
must never see him again. Oh, why couldn't 
God have made me happy and good like you? 
I am so miserable! And how am I to prevent 
his stopping at Aden on his way home?" 

Helen feared that the battle would have to be 
fought afresh. 

" Be brave, dear," she said. " 1 know you 
will be glad afterward." And finally she gained 
full permission to pronounce Cecil Cartwright’s 
sentence irrevocably, and was solemnly in¬ 
trusted with a heart-shaped locket containing 
his picture and a curl of his hair, and a bunch of 
faded forget-me-nots in an envelop on which 
was written, "With Cecil's love," all of which 
Mrs. Trench tearfully explained she had prom¬ 
ised to return only if she wished everything to 
be over between them. 



" But/' she insisted, ''you are on no account 
to say that 1 don't care for him any more — 
only that I mean to try not to because I know I 
ought to give him up. And I dare say/' she added 
reluctantly, “it will be a relief in the end." 

“ 1 will explain/’ said Helen soothingly, and 
then she locked the little packet away among 
her most private papers. 

But Cecil Cartwright never received it from 
her hands, because, the day after the ship 
left Aden, Mrs. Kenwithin died suddenly and 
quietly of failure of the heart, and the husband 
who had awaited her arrival so impatiently at 
Bombay was obliged to return to the square, 
thatched bungalow with only her boxes and 
personal belongings. 

For him there followed days of bitter, aching 
darkness, during which he did his work mechan¬ 
ically, and wandered about the house and com¬ 
pound like a man in a dream, his wife’s luggage 
piled unopened in her room, and the old ayah 
lingering disappointedly in the back premises. 

Then at last Cartwright interfered, and offered 
to forgo his leave to England if Kenwithin 
would accompany him on a shooting tour in 
Assam. But the Major absolutely refused to 
take advantage of the other’s good nature. So, 
finally, Cartwright took his furlough and de¬ 
parted, and perhaps his intended stoppage at 
Aden on his way home had somewhat to do 
with his arguing the matter no further. 

Therefore it was not until long after Cart¬ 
wright had gone, and the first agony of his utter 
loneliness was abating, that Kenwithin forced 
himself to go through his wife’s things; and 
then it was that the little packet intrusted to 
Helen by Mrs. Trench fell into his hands. 

A year later, when the Bombay mail train 
steamed into the large, echoing, up-country 
station at its accustomed hour, Cecil Cartwright 
and his wife were among the passengers who 
emerged from it. 

The regiment had not been moved during 
Cartwright’s furlough, but various changes had 
taken place, the most important being the 
retirement of Major Kenwithin. He had sent 
in his papers some weeks after his wife’s 
death, which, it was generally understood, had 
changed him completely. Indeed, the few who 
had seen his haggard face and wild eyes previ¬ 
ous to his departure feared that it had also 
affected his reason, a theory that was strength¬ 
ened when it became known that he was not 
retiring to England, like other people, but meant 
to devote the remainder of his existence to 
sport in India. 

Cartwright had written to his cousin on hear¬ 
ing of his retirement, but, receiving no answer. 

and being the worst of correspondents, had not 
done so again until shortly before his return, 
when he announced his approaching marriage 
with the widow of Colonel Trench. 

“ I believe our marrying so soon after her 
husband’s death is considered positively inde¬ 
cent,” he wrote; “but I have cared for her for 
so long. Do you remember my telling you 
about it the evening you had returned from 
seeing poor Helen off?” 

He had expected an answer to his news to 
meet him at Bombay, but none was forthcom¬ 
ing, and therefore his surprise and delight were 
unbounded when, among the usual crowd on the 
platform, he caught sight of a face which, 
though altered so as to be hardly recognizable, 
he knew to be Kenwithin’s. 

“Great Scott! there’s John!” he exclaimed. 
“Wait for me here a minute, Daisy”; and he 
shouldered and pushed his way through the 
moving throng. “John, my dear old man! Did 
you get my letter? Have you come to meet us? 
How are you, old chap?” 

“Yes,” said Kenwithin inertly, “I got your 
letter, and 1 came to meet you to ask you a 
question which you can answer here— now” 

Cartwright looked anxiously at the altered face, 
all his ardor damped in a moment. There was 
evidently something more the matter with Ken¬ 
within than undying grief at the loss of his wife. 

“Yes, yes, anything you like, John; only 
come with us to the hotel; we shall be there 
until our bungalow is straight. Are you stop¬ 
ping there, or with the regiment?” 

“Neither. I wrote to the colonel for the date 
of your return, and I came by this morning's 
train. I shall go on by this one when you've 
told me what I want to know. Get into this 
carriage— we have only ten minutes more”— 
and he pushed the other into the empty first- 
class compartment before which they had been 

“But my wife-” 

“Hang your wife! Look here; listen to me! 
Until 1 got your last letter I thought that — 
that — you and Helen-” 


“Look at that!” and he thrust a crumpled 
packet into Cartwright's astonished fingers. 
“Look at your infernal picture! Look at your 
hair; look at the flowers, 'With Cecil's love/ 
What does it all mean? Speak, man, explain!" 

Cartwright had opened the packet in silence. 

“Yes, I can explain,” he said calmly. “These 
things were given to Helen for me by my wife. 
The two were in the same cabin as far as Aden. 
Helen persuaded her to give me up; she told 
me when I saw her at Aden on my way home, 
and I suppose I ought to have WTitten to you 



about it. But I never dreamed — it never even 
occurred to me that you would think it was 
Helen for one moment. Why didn't you write 
and ask me? Good heavens! imagine your 
suspecting her like that!" 

"Stop!" cried Kenwithin hoarsely. "Do you 
think 1 don’t loathe myself? But it is your 
fault — yours! You said there was no harm in 
that cursed intrigue of yours with another man’s 
wife. Well, there was this harm in it, that it 
has blasted my life—it made me wrong her 
memory! I could kill you! Get out of the car¬ 
riage— the train’s moving." And before Cart¬ 

wright could answer he found himself on the 
platform. The crowd of natives yelled and 
surged, the hot odor of curry and ghee and black 
humanity rose around him, and he stood dazed 
and apprehensive, seeing as through a mist the 
bright figure of his wife waiting patiently for 
him by their luggage, while the train sped on 
through the warm, quivering, afternoon air, 
carrying a man who sat with his face hidden in 
his hands, suffering the torture of bitter, hope¬ 
less regret. 

"Helen! Helen!" he moaned, "forgive! 




I WAKE to feel that rain 
Is falling; though no beat 
From drops upon the pane 
Speaks of it. But so sweet 
Have grown the lilac flowers, 

I know that drifting showers 
Are in my garden bowers. 

No sound. Till, clear and plain 
As though the dusk would sigh, 

The whistle of a train 

Brings to me, where I lie, 

The old, heart-breaking call 

Of distances, and all 

Fair fates that elsewhere fall. 

Oh, to be in that chain 
Of golden-lighted cars! 

Through misty field and lane, 

Quick stringing lines of stars! 

On! Onward! Till the night, 
Rimmed by the dawn’s first light. 
Finds cities, strange and white. 

Yet ail would be in vain! 

Some spring night I should wake 
To hear the falling rain; 

And then my heart would break 
To think that drifting showers 
Are sweetening lilac flowers 
Here in my garden bowers. 






O NLY the other day I was amused 
i by a paragraph, the writer of 
I which, searching for a figure 
f to illustrate something dead,— 
very dead,— satisfied himself 
with “as dead as yesterday’s novel.” In the 
flood of modern fiction, little—minnow or 
herring — survives, and what is good is often 
swamped by what is merely new. 

Thirty years ago James Payn was one of the 
“best sellers,” as the word goes. His novels 
reappeared, after the first three-volume edition 
for the circulating libraries had worn itself out, 
in cloth at six shillings, and still later in those 
old-fashioned chromatic picture boards at two 
shillings or half a crown, which made a gaudy 
and eye-catching display on every railway 
book-stall in England. 

In every colony and in America they were 
familiar. One of them, “Lost Sir Massing- 
bird,” had an extraordinary vogue, which put 
him on a footing not far behind that of Wilkie 
Collins and Miss Braddon. It had been issued 
serially in a weekly, and had gladdened the 
publisher’s heart by doing what every pub¬ 
lisher hopes for whenever a manuscript is 
accepted — hopes for, not with confidence, but 
with misgivings that experience too often 
corroborates. It sent the circulation of that 
periodical up by leaps and bounds, by thousands 
of copies. The missing baronet eluded the 
reader ingeniously and provokingly until the 
author in his denouement chose to reveal him. 

It established Payn commercially in the 
trade as a money-maker, the only kind of 
author publishers welcome: it charmed the 
young Duke of Albany, and frequently there¬ 
after Payn became a guest at Claremont. But 
he was more than a knitter of plots. He had 

a fluid and limpid style, akin to that of Mr. 
Howells, as airily natural, if less subtle, and, 
instead of the gravity of Wilkie Collins, who 
was as ponderous as a judge on the bench, he 
had an abounding and permeating humor 
which was always peeping out and slyly laugh¬ 
ing round the corner. Perhaps he laughed in 
his sleeve at his own melodrama, though he 
resented all criticism that imputed a lack of 
painstaking in his work. 

Humor was his strongest point, and it was 
lambent humor, expressed in happy turns of 
thought and unexpected inversions, over which 
one chuckled rather than guffawed, as one does 
over Stockton’s stories. 

An example of this humor is an account he 
gave me of a paper he edited while he was a 
cadet at Woolwich, ostensibly for his fellow 
students, but really for his own pleasure in 
making known those early writings of his which 
had no chance elsewhere. He had one chum 
named Raymond who could draw, another 
named Jones who could write like print, and a 
third named Barker who had a taste for finance. 

Payn provided the literary part, which Ray¬ 
mond illustrated, and Jones made as many 
copies as were needed. The circulation of the 
paper was left to Barker, who fixed the price 
at sixpence a copy. Their schoolfellows did 
not appreciate the venture, but Barker was the 
treasurer of the school, and held in trust for 
the scholars a certain fund out of which he had 
to give them two shillings weekly for pocket- 
money. Seeing that they would not buy the 
paper willingly, he calmly deducted sixpence 
from each allowance, and gave a copy of the 
paper to make up for it. 

“The * masses’ never know what is good for 
them,” Payn said, in referring to this, “and 


our schoolfellows were no exception to the rule; 
they called Barker a Jew, and, so to speak, 
‘murmured against Moses/ He was tall and 
strong, and fought at least half a dozen pitched 
battles for the maintenance of his objects. 1 
think he persuaded himself, like Charles L, that 
he was really in the right, and set down 
their opposition to mere ‘impatience of taxa¬ 
tion/ but in the end they were one too many 
for him, and, indeed, much more than one. He 
fell fighting, no doubt, in the sacred cause 
of literature, but also for his own sixpences, 
for we, the workers, never saw one penny of 

What of “Lost Sir Massingbird" now? At 
the booksellers 1 you may ask in vain for it, or 
for any of the seventy-five or eighty novels he 
wrote, and the easiest way to find it would be 
to uproot a dog-eared, brownish, smelly, and 
bethumbed copy from the shelf of some subur¬ 
ban or provincial library, whose readers, when 
unable to get the newest novel, quietly and 
without complaint divert themselves and are 
happy with forsaken books for which elsewhere 
there is “no call/'* 

Payn himself was more interesting than any 
of his novels, and more of a “character" than 
any of his fictitious personages, though he was, 
in his virtues and in his defects, only a typical 
Englishman of his class—one of those who 
value above all things what is sensible and 
what is sincere. Patient and generous with 
other faults and impositions, he was militant 
against humbug in every shape, and it was the 
only thing of which he was suspicious and 
against which he was bitter. I write of him 
as a friend and as an admirer, but I fear I must 
confess that he discredited some things for no 
better reason than his inability to understand 
or appreciate them. He discredited every 
form of the occult, the esoteric, the esthetic, 
and the mystical. And in that was he not 
sufficiently like thousands of his countrymen 
to justify us in speaking of him as a type? 

As a publisher's reader he rejected “John 
lnglesant," and never recanted his opinion of 
it, though he was hard hit by its immediate 
acceptance and success through another house. 
1 shrink from saying how many conventional 
things he did not care for. 

Educated at Eton, Woolwich, and Cam¬ 
bridge, he hated Greek and never acquired a 
foreign language, not even a tourist's French 
or Italian, as Sir Leslie Stephen has said. Nor 
is he alone among Englishmen there, if we are 
candid. I repeat that there are thousands of 
others like him: Herbert Spencer di<f not 

♦ Since this was written a sixpenny reprint of " Lost Sir Mas* 
singbird “ has appeared. 


swallow all the classics, ancient or modern, but 
disparaged Homer, Plato, Dante, Hegel, and 
Goethe. A smaller man than the philosopher, 
Payn resembled him in courage and frankness, 
and probably he did not overestimate the 
number of people who admire books they do 
not read and praise pictures they do not under¬ 

He did not thunder anathemas, like a Law¬ 
rence Boythom, against the things he chal¬ 
lenged and opposed. He spoke of them rather 
with a plaintive amazement at their existence, 
and protested rather than denounced. At the 
end of his charge his pale and mild face had the 
troubled look of one who sees error only to 
grieve over it. He was never boisterous, 
though he had a ringing laugh. One day, at 
the Reform Club, that laugh disturbed a testy 
member, who said in a voice loud enough to 
carry, as he meant it should, “That man has 
a mouth like a gorilla's." Payn heard it, and 
instantly flung over his shoulder the retort, 
“Yes, but 1 never could swallow you." 

Those of us who have the dubious blessing 
of an imagination nearly always anticipate a 
meeting with the people we have heard of or 
known only through correspondence, and out 
of the slenderest material boldly draw imaginary 
portraits of them which are curiously and 
fantastically wide of the mark. I remember 
dining at the House of Commons one night — 
one of many nights — with that most genial of 
hosts, Justin M'Carthy, and being introduced 
to a tall, smiling, hesitating man, who seemed 
embarrassed by an inexplicable shyness. His 
smile had a womanly softness. From his 
appearance it was possible to surmise a sort of 
amiable ineffectiveness. 1 gasped and doubted 
my ears when 1 caught his name. It was 
Charles Stewart Parnell. 1 had always pictured 
him as stern, immutable, forbidding, dark in 
coloring and rigid in feature. That was the 
impression that all his photographs gave, for 
in his as in all cases photographs do not preserve 
or convey complexions or the full value of 

It is M'Carthy who tells of a man who, long¬ 
ing to meet Herbert Spencer, sat next to him 
through a long dinner without recognizing him. 

“I thought I was to meet Spencer," he mur¬ 
mured to his host. 

“Haven't you met him? This is Herbert 

This — this quiet man at his elbow, whose 
diffidence had made conversation impossible! 

“Yes, 1 am Herbert Spencer," the philoso¬ 
pher admitted, in the deprecatory voice of a 

Of course 1 made a guess at Payn when he 



invited me to visit him at Folkestone, where, 
one summer in the early eighties, he was sharing 
a villa near the Lees with Sir John Robinson, 
then manager of the Daily News , who was one 
of the most devoted and intimate of his friends. 
He was by my inference to be a dashing, flaring, 
sounding, facetious person, on the evidence of 
a string of humorous stories he had gathered 
together under the appropriate head of “In 
High Spirits.*' I had heard something of his 
escapades in the days when he was a cadet at 
Woolwich — of how, stranded in London after 
a holiday, he had raised the money necessary 
to take him and a friend back to the Academy 
by playing the part of a street preacher and 
passing his hat among the crowd at the end 
of the service. 

After leaving Woolwich he had been to 
Cambridge with the intention of preparing for 
the Church — a facile change of course taken 
without any change of heart or stability of 
purpose. His natural bent toward literature 
reasserted its claim, and it was fostered, cau¬ 
tiously and temperately by a friend and 
neighbor of his father's who lived at Swallow- 
field, near Maidenhead. This was Mary Russell 
Mitford, of “Our Village." She objected to his 
making a profession of it, and recommended it 
as an avocation, not as a vocation. He lent 
me a bundle of her letters to him, all written in 
a microscopic hand, more crabbed than his 
own became in later life, when it resembled 
nothing more than the tracks of a fly escaping 
from an inkpot. I have dozens of letters of his 
which to this day are partly undeciphered. 
Not only was Miss Mitford’s writing small and 
angular, but after filling all sides of the sheet 
with the closest lines, she economized further 
by running postscripts edgewise all along 
the margins and even on the flaps of the 

Miss Mitford's advice, by the way, is as good 
for any literary aspirant now as it was for him 
when it was given, sixty or seventy years ago, 
and it was reechoed long afterward, in verifica¬ 
tion of her wisdom, by his own words: “There 
is no pursuit so doubtful, so full of nsks, so 
subject to despondency, so open to despair 
itself. Oh, my young friend with 'a turn for 
literature,' think twice or thrice before com¬ 
mitting yourself to it, or you may bitterly 
repent, to find yourself where that 'turn* 
may take you! The literary calling is an 
exceptional one, and even at the best you 
will have trials and troubles of which you 
dream not, and to which no other calling is 

1 hrough her he made literary acquaintances. 
She introduced him co Harriet Martineau, and 

Harriet Martineau in turn introduced him 
(among others) to De Quincey. At luncheon 
with De Quincey, he was asked what wine he 
would take, and he was about to pour out a 
glass of what looked like port from a decanter 
near him, when the “opium-eater’s" daughter 
whispered, “Not that." That was laudanum, 
and Payn saw De Quincey himself drink glass 
after glass of it. 

My guess at his appearance before our first 
meeting proved to be wide of the mark. The 
door of the cab that met me at the station was 
opened by one who had all the marks of a 
scholarly country parson or a schoolmaster — 
a pale, studious, almost ascetic face, with thin 
side-whiskers, spectacled eyes, and a quiet, 
entreating sort of manner. And his clothes 
were in keeping with the rest— a jacket suit 
of rough black woolen cloth, topped by a wide- 
brimmed soft felt clerical hat. His appearance, 
however, was deceptive. He was neither 
ascetic nor bookish, and his pallor came from 
the ill health that even then had settled upon 
him in the form of gout and deafness. His 
spirits were invincible. He made light of his 
sufferings, as, for instance, when, speaking of 
his deafness, he said that while it shut out 
some pleasant sounds, it also protected him 
from many bores. He loved a good story, 
and had many good stories to tell. It was 
almost impossible to bring up any subject 
that he would not discuss with whimsical 
humor, and his point of view, always origi¬ 
nal and independent, was untrammeled by 
any sense of deference to the opinion of the 

One day the three of us drove over to Canter¬ 
bury, and with much persuasion Sir John and I 
induced him to go with us to the Cathedral. 
While the verger showed us the sights, and we 
became absorbed in them, Payn dragged be¬ 
hind. We stood at the foot of the steps worn 
deep by the pilgrims to Becket’s shrine. He 
was sighing with fatigue and heedless of the 
verger's reproving eye. Then we heard him 
whisper, “How I’d like to sit on a tomb and 
smoke a pipe!" 

After the visit to Folkestone l was seldom in 
London, during the rest of his life, without 
seeing him, either at his home in Warrington 
Crescent, with his devoted wife and girls,— one 
of whom married Mr. Buckle, the editor of the 
Times ,— or at his office in Waterloo Place. He 
was then editor of the Cornhill Magazine, and 
his room was more like a pleasant study than 
a place of business. A fire glowed in the grate 
even fin warm days, and in the afternoons 
the fragrance of tea sometimes mingled with 
that of tobacco. He lived by the clock. His 

Copyright by lied crick Hu l Iyer 




From a photograph in the possession oj Mr. Rideing 

forenoons were given to editorial work; then 
came luncheon at the Reform Club, and an in¬ 
variable game of whist—the same players, 
day after day, year in, year out; another hour 
or so at the office, and a cab to Warrington 

One day an unannounced caller who had 
managed to evade the porter downstairs 
opened Payn's door. His hair was long, and 
his clothes were shabby and untidy. He had a 
roll of papers in his hand. Payn, surmising 
a poet and an epic several thousand lines long, 
looked up. 

“Well, sir?" 

“ I've brought you something about Sarcoma 
and Carcinoma/* 


“We are overcrowded with poetry — couldn't 
accept another line, not if it were by Milton/* 

“ Poetry!** the caller flashed. “Do you know 
anything about Sarcoma and Carcinoma?** 
“Italian lovers, aren't they?'* said Payn im¬ 

The caller retreated, with a withering glance 
at the editor. Under the same roof as the 
Cornhill was the office of a medical and surgical 
journal, and it was this that the caller sought, 
for the disposal of a treatise on those cancerous 
growths with the euphonious names which, 
with a layman’s ignorance, Payn ascribed to 
poetry. Payn was always playful, but it is not 
for me to prove his stories, and others will lose 
rather than gain by insisting on evidence. 

From a photograph 

I I 

The publisher complains, often in a strain of 
sentiment and pathos, and I have known even 
a literary agent to say, that the author expects 
everything and objects to everything. “The 
only thing that satisfies him is being paid, and, 
if possible, being paid twice over.” Undoubt¬ 
edly he has become more sordid, or it may be 
fairer to say more businesslike, under the in¬ 
fluence and instruction of the agent, who occa¬ 
sionally finds a once tractable and complaisant 
client transformed into a Frankenstein. 

I like, however, to see the author have his 

turn, for until recent years he has been the 
under dog in the struggle for an equitable 
division of the money his work has produced. 
The publisher has had the cheese and he the 
holes—though not always. Tennyson especially, 
and Thackeray and Dickens knew how to take 
care of themselves. We smile as we recall 
Thackeray in his early days making a desperate 
effort to dissemble his rejoicing at an offer much 
larger than he expected, and the wiles of Gibbon 
when he instructed Lord Sheffield as to how 
that nobleman should negotiate with Nichols, 
the publisher, in his behalf. His lordship was 
to speak of the prospective book as if the idea 


From a photograph taken when she was about twenty 
years of age 

came from himself, "as it is most essential that 
1 be solicited, and do not solicit." "Then," 
wrote Gibbon, "if he [Nichols] kindles at the 
thought and eagerly claims my alliance, you 
[Lord Sheffield] will begin to hesitate. ' I am 
afraid, Mr. Nichols/ you say, 'that we can 
hardly persuade my friend to engage in so great 
a work. Gibbon is old, and rich, and lazy. 
However, you may make the trial/" 

Was the trick ever played more cannily? 
Could any salt for a bird’s tail have more effi¬ 
cacy? Still, I think that among authors in 
their business affairs there are and have been 
more geese than such foxes as Gibbon was in 
this instance. Why should we wonder if, at 
the end of a long period of ignorance of or in¬ 
difference to commercial values, they strain 

them out of due proportion when they discover 
them, and lose sight of all else? The corollary 
is inevitable, and equity in suspense. 

All this is a roundabout approach to saying 
that, in a varied editorial experience of more 
years than I can acknowledge with equanimity, 
I met only one author who thought that what 
we offered him for some of his work was too 
much, and, strange to relate, that was Charles 

He had then lost his pretty house in Knights- 
bridge, that "Naboth’s Vineyard," as he called 
it, against the loss of which he had fought with 
characteristic energy through long years in both 
the courts and Parliament, and had moved to 
Shepherd’s Bush, a choice that was to me un¬ 
accountable and incredible. Of all places in 


the world, one wondered, why Shepherd's 
Bush? And why Blomfield Villas, of all places 
there? As l sought the house, I thought that 
1 must have made some mistake, and that none 
of those rows of stucco-fronted, small, vulgar, 
undistinguished domiciles, detached and semi¬ 
detached, in stony, pocket-handkerchief gar¬ 
dens, could possibly contain the great man I 
was looking for. The neighborhood spoke of 
city clerks, shopmen, and retired people—not 
“nice" retired people, half-pay officers and 
such, but retired plumbers, green-grocers, 
buttermen, and licensed victualers. Here and 
there one of them could be seen pottering, 
shirt-sleeved, in his crowded and heterogeneous 
garden, with an air of stolid and immitigable 
British satisfaction, his old briar fondly held 
between his pursy lips, and the fat of plethoric 
nourishment oozing on his face, a solid proof 
that I was astray. 

When 1 came to the number given to me, I 
hesitated before ringing the bell, 1 was so con¬ 
fident of the futility of my inquiry, and the 
reply of the maid who answered the bell — 
“Yes, this is Mr. Reade’s" — had to be repeated 
before it penetrated me. 

Yes, this was Mr. Reade's, and I was shown 
into a littered and cramped study, correspond¬ 
ing to the drawing-room 
of the other houses, its 
shelves loaded with a 
series of scrap-books 
bursting with clippings 
on every subject, from 
newspaper articles. Oc¬ 
casionally, perhaps, he 
found inspiration and 
suggestions in them, 
for it was a point with 
him that truth was 
stranger than fiction,— 
and in that I might 
concur, taking Blomfield 
Villas as an example,— 
but my impression is 
that those sallow and 
bulging archives had 
their chief use in con¬ 
founding the critics who 
ventured to challenge 
what seemed to be im¬ 
possibilities in his works. 

Was it in “ Foul Play," 
or another story, that a 
white whale appeared? 

And did some scribe say 
that a white whale could 
not have been in the 
latitude and longitude 


given? Down came one of the scrap-books, 
and down its weight on the head of that critic, 
leaving him not a breath for rebuttal, or a leg 
to stand on. Within it was a faded extract 
from the log of a ship that had reported the 
phenomenon in the very spot in which Reade 
had placed it. And I believe that in such an 
achievement as this he took as much pride as in 
one of the best chapters of “The Cloister and 
the Hearth." If he could not demolish them, 
he loved to confuse those who “called him 
down," and the scrap-books were his arsenal. 

I thought, in the timidity of my inexperience 
at that period, he meant to demolish me as he 
burst into the room, seeming to bring with him 
a gale that rattled the house and all its doors 
and windows. I had written a chaffing article 
in the Atlantic Monthly, pointing out some 
amusing errors of his in the American scenes of 
“The Wandering Heir," or “Singleheart and 
Doubleface," and for a moment 1 feared, for¬ 
getting that it was unsigned, that my sins 
were to overtake me there and then. But 
the tornado was of sound only, the breath 
of an impulsive and impetuous temperament, 
which at heart was essentially fine and gentle. 
Passing, it left in its place a presence that, 
though dogmatic, was far from disagreeable. 

Following that visit to 
Blomfield Villas, I had a 
long letter from him 
which seems to me to 
be an epitome of the 
complex variety of his 
qualities, and in print¬ 
ing it I should explain, 
in reference to one of 
its passages, that I had 
asked him to write a 
serial story for a juve¬ 
nile periodical, whose 
editors think an amo¬ 
rous interest is unwise 
in view of the age of 
their readers. 

Hotel Splendide, 

28 Jan’y, '84 
Dear Sir: I beg to 
thank you for the munifi¬ 
cent sum you sent me 
through Mr. Liston; it 
was too much for a 
mere dictated article of 
which you had not the 
monopoly; and shall be 
reconsidered if we do 
business together. 

From a photograph in the collection of 
Robert Coster 



I must now tell you the real reason of my 
delaying so long to write to you: Your often 
repeated wish to have something from my pen, 
and your liberality, had made me desirous to 
let you have something good; now I have 
observed that it is extremely difficult for any 
author to increase the circulation of an estab¬ 
lished periodical, and, when it is done, fiction 
is very seldom the happy instrument. How¬ 
ever, I have by me, in manuscript, certain true 
narratives called " Bible Characters, 0 which 1 
think will do a magazine more good than any 
number of fictions. The subject, of course, is 
old, but it is as good as new and better; because, 
up to this date, the treatment of such subjects 

by French, German, and English writers has 
been all a mistake, and a truly wonderful one. 
1 cannot in the compass of a letter explain to 
you the many vital blunders in their treatment: 
1 must confine myself to saying that it is so; 
and that everybody will see it when my manu¬ 
scripts are printed. 

Well, 1 must now* tell you, under the seal of 
the most strict and honorable confidence, that 

I sent to - a short preliminary discourse 

and two Bible characters that pass for small 
characters only because the divines who have 
handled them have literally no insight into 
character whatever. The editor received this 
instalment of the subject with open arms, but 


/ nun a copyright photograph by the London Stereoscopic Company 

Copyright by Frederick Holiyer 

Front a painting by an unknown artist 

he has been shelving my fictitious stories, and 
editing me, making unjustifiable and very silly 
alterations, so that my text and my English 
copyrights seem neither of them to be safe in 
that magazine. I therefore requested him to 
send me back all my copy without exception, 
and I intended to do you a good turn with the 
Bible characters, both in your periodical and 
in book form; and I thought long before this 
my manuscripts would have come home; but 

probably my old friends Messrs. - , the 

publishers, took alarm, and objected to part with 
them; at all events, the manuscripts were re¬ 
tained, most charming excuses made, and I was 
requested to reconsider the matter. 1 was not, 
on my part, the least disposed to quarrel,- it 

would have been ungrateful; I therefore gave 
them the alternative under very stringent con¬ 
ditions— no editing, no interruption,— when 
once I begin,— and, in short, no nonsense of 
any kind. Now, if they accept these terms 
they will have the works, and if they do not 
they will lose them and find their mistake. 

If they let them slip, you can have them if 
you like; if they retain them I see my way to 
write you a strong story, but there must be 
love in it: not illicit love, nor passionate love, 
but that true affection between the sexes with¬ 
out which it is impossible to interest readers 
for more than a few pages. Pray consider the 
subject, thus confined; it cannot be long hidden 
from the young that there is an innocent and 




natural love between the sexes, and, in plain 
truth, successful fiction is somewhat narrow; 
love is its turnpike road; you may go off that 
road into highways, into byeways, and woods, 
and gather here and there choice flowers of 
imagination that do not grow at the side of 
that road; but you must be quick and get back 
again to your turnpike pretty soon, or you will 
miss the heart of the reader. 

When l return to England and have my books 
about me, 1 could write you one good article 
about men and animals, their friendships, and 

order in the intestines, I am fulfilling an engage¬ 
ment to write a serial story in-, and I 

hope to finish it in a month, but I do not think 
I shall ever again undertake to write a story 
of that length. After all, condensation is a 
fine thing, and perhaps a story long enough 
to excite an interest, and paint characters 
vividly, a story in which there is no con¬ 
versation, but only dialogue which rapidly ad¬ 
vances the progress of the action, is more 
likely to be immortal than those more ex¬ 
panded themes which betray us into diffuseness. 



From the collection of Frederick 
H. \leserce 

Copyright photograph by H. L. 

how the lives of men have been sometimes taken 
and saved by quadrupeds, fishes, birds, and even 
reptiles, and could wind up with an exquisite 
story of how a man's life was once saved by a 
ladybird; but one such article, with my habits of 
condensation, would exhaust the whole vein, 
whereas fiction and biography are unlimited. 

Then, as to the remuneration you were kind 
enough to offer, 1 do not see how you can afford 
$ per page. Publishers will pay for their 
whistle, like other people, and will buy a name 
for more than it is worth unless it is connected 
with work that would be valuable without a 
name. In my view of things, nothing is good 
that is not durable, and no literary business 
can be durable if the author takes all the 
profit. . . . 

In spite of bronchitis, and some strange dis¬ 

please make allowances in this letter for any 
defects arising from dictation. I am not yet a 
good hand at that practice. 

Yours faithfully, 

Charles Reade. 

There we have the man as he was, as he saw 
himself, and as he revealed himself: knowing 
better what a periodical wanted than its editors, 
and more of the Bible than the theologian; 
level-headed in such axioms as " nothing is good 
that is not durable"; arrogant as to conditions 
and fair-minded as to rewards; broad and lib¬ 
eral here, narrow and prejudiced there; sound 
in business; direct in method; and, above all, 
imperious and confidently omniscient. 

Payn also had his joke at the exclusion of 
sexual love and the supernatural from a story 


he attempted for the same periodical. “ Never," 
he wrote, "since the Israelite was requested to 
make brcks without straw by his Egyptian 
master, was employee so put to it. I am bound 
to say that, though amply remunerated, that 
story” (his own) “did not turn out a success. 
Think of Hamlet with not only the prince left 
out but also the ghost! My position seems to 
be similar to that of woman in conversation. 
Almost everything that is really interesting is 
tabooed to her.” 

Our women contributors never found any 
difficulty in or objection to the restriction, nor 
did the interest of their work suffer from it: 
Mrs. Macquoid, the author of "Patty,” whom 
I used to see at her old house in the King's Road, 
Chelsea, where she lived for many years; Mrs. 
Harriet Beecher Stowe, frisky as a girl at eighty; 
Louisa M. Alcott, retired at Concord, and Mrs. 
Oliphant in her lodgings in Ebury Street or at 
Windsor or Wimbledon. They never mur¬ 
mured against Moses, or complained that they 
were asked to make bricks without straw, 
because passion and superstition were eschewed. 


Mrs. Oliphant gave us some of her best work, 
and that, as I appraise it, came very near to the 
best of any woman novelist in English literature. 
The little it lacked in the measure of perfection 
could be charged to the harassing conditions 
of pressure and distraction under which it was 
produced. Her characters were never wraiths 
or puppets, or like the stamped patterns on 
wall-papers: they lived for us; we saw them 
back and front, within and without, through 
their bodies to their souls; and when they died 
they filled us with such a sense of desolation 
and of echoing void in the house of mourn¬ 
ing as we received from that vivid scene of 
death in her "Country Gentleman.” The wolf 
howled at her door, while her children clung to 
her skirts like the daughters of the horse-leech, 
crying, "Give, give.” Much of her writing was 
done late at night. She told me that this had 
become a habit with her since her children’s 
infancy, when it was necessary to have them 
in bed before she took up her pen, and it per¬ 
sisted after they grew up. A glass of sherry 
sustained her in it. 


B Y 


I T was so great a light you held. 

And yet you did not know. 

I caught my breath for fear of it,— 
You swung it to and fro. 

If you had lost it, all the world 

Could not have given it back. 

You went unconscious as a rose, 

With power that emperors lack. 

A little laugh might blow it out; 

The sacred oil might spill; 

A step might shatter it, yet you looked 
With eyes as calm and still 

As one who had no secret gold, 

No treasure under key. 

Though what was yours would be, if lost, 
Lost irredeemably. 

And I, who read this in your face, 
Prayed God it might not be. 





Y OU never turned down the Mc- 
Guffeys Three before,” argued a 
lean young man from the top 
step of the theatrical boarding¬ 
house in East Fourteenth Street. 
“This here place was alius open to vodeveel 
teams. Ain't you got jest one room left, Mis’ 
de Shine?” 

The buxom landlady shook her tightly 
curled blond “front” and gazed sternly at the 
pleading faces of the McGuffeys Three. 

“In this age yuh gotta progress or be set 
down fur a dead one,” said she. “Pers'nally, 
1 got nothing against the vodeveel purfession. 
But Fm raisin' my standard, an' in future only 
players in the legit — man'gers an' act's what’s 
lifted 'emselves above the ord’nary level — 
will be took. Meanin' no offense to nobuddy 
present, Mista McGuffey, fur I do not.” 

“Bill, don't stick there to be insulted,” put 
in Clara McGuffey excitedly. 

“I remember the time when 
she was darn glad to git us. 

Come on away.” 

“ I hope you don’t regret 
it,” remarked Clara's brother 
Harry threateningly, “but you'll 
git yours yet!” 

“They ain't no call fur hard 
langwitch,” replied Mrs. de Shine 
haughtily. “A party has a 
right to add more tong to their 
own joint, I b’lieve; an’ I'm 
doin' it.” 

She shut the door upon them 
and retired to a rocker in the 
parlor. Her meditations were 
interrupted bv loud voices. 

“Whatever is a-comin' off out 
here?” she exclaimed, advancing 
into the hall. 

The North Platte Quartette, 
composed of four men in gar¬ 
ments of exaggerated cut, set 
off by rakish hats and scarfs of 
gay hues, were quarreling vio- 

lently with a blue-uniformed and brass-but¬ 
toned youth. 

“They say they won't be put out, an' I 
can't make 'em!” shouted the page, fleeing 
toward Mrs. de Shine. 

“What’s the ideer of havin' a kid dressed up 
like a comedy act an' tellin' us to beat it?” de¬ 
manded Mr. White, first tenor of the North 

“He's lucky we didn't tear all them buttons 
off,” observed the stout baritone. 

“Mebbe we will yet,” rumbled the basso. 

“Will I run to the comer fur a cop. mum?” 
the page shrilled tremblingly. 

“No, Vernon; I kin handle ’em,” said the 
landlady. “The ideer is, ge'lmun, that a raise 
from seving to twelve bucks a week fur each 
puhson has been made, an' the payin’ guests 
gave the refusal of them terms. Yuh said 
nothin' doin’, wherefur 1 gotta have yer rooms. 

The Garibaldi Dramatic Com- 
p'ny is due on a late train, an' 
they're the kinda people what ex¬ 
pects their apartmunts tobeswep’ 
up and made ready on time.” 

“He said I was a impident 
puppy,” complained the page. 
“Well, he’s a big stiff, he is!” 

“Why don't somebody give 
the brat a kick?” asked the 
second tenor. 

“'Cause they betta not, that's 
why,” responded Mrs. de Shine. 
“Four growed men jumpin' on a 
little boy like yuh done is small 
credit to yuh. An' now I want 
yuh to kin’ly be on yer way.” 

The Quartette became humble 
and promised to conduct them¬ 
selves quietly and to refrain from 
assaulting Vernon if Mrs. de 
Shine would only let them keep 
their rooms. 

“We're willin' to pay twelve. 
Kin a # guy say fairer?” begged 
Mr. White. 


Copyright, 19 tO, by Helen Green. Book and dramatic rights reserved 



“Ge’lmun, I gotta decline/' said the landlady 
firmly. “The Garibaldi Comp’ny, comprisin' 
nine purformers, has hired them accommoda¬ 
tions; an’ I'm not the woming to lay down on 
my word." 

The Quartette mournfully packed their ef¬ 
fects and left. A “single singing turn" of the 
feminine gender was ousted as summarily as 
the North Plattes. 

“As I'm to be the same as throwed into the 
street," said the angry artiste, “all I have to 
remark is that, if your old Garibaldis are so 
particular, maybe they'll insist on havin' clean 
curtains oftener than every six months. The 
trouble with me was. I'm too easy, an' I'm 
sufferin’ for it.” 

“ I bid yuh a p'lite farewell, maddim," re¬ 
torted the landlady. “ Ef yuh didn't like it, I'm 
s’prised at yuh bein' so sore when ast to leave." 

“I’m only weedin' out the undesirables," 
she explained to the remaining boarders at 
dinner. “Them now in the house is wel¬ 
come to remain. Beginnin' to-morra, I'll have 
finger-bowls an' three extry courses, with fish 
an' meat both to each party. It's expensive, 
but yuh kinnot give the rull genteel finish 
without payin’ high fur it. The Garibaldis is 
sutten to tell their frien’s about me. I was 
knowed by the hull vodeveel purfession in no 
time, an’ I oughta git there jest as rapid with 
the legits." 

“ I never heard of this troupe," observed 


Birdie de Wallop, of The De Wallops, the cele¬ 
brated European acrobats. 

“While I myself ain’t met none of 'em," said 
the landlady, “I had a lovely letter from 
Giovanni Garibaldi, an’ I cud feel a sympathy 
with him at onct." 

“Them wops are alius shootin' the bunk," 
observed Johnny Trippit, world’s champion 
buck dancer. 

“Yuh oughta be ashamed to be showin' 
jealousy of a ge'lmun placed above yuh in 
stage life, Mista Trippit," rebuked the land¬ 
lady. “ I bettcha he wudn’t knock yuh." 

“He won't if he's a wise guy," remarked 
Trippit ominously. “No legit that ever got 
hissed kin gimme any guff." 

“ I s'pose the ladies will consider themselves 
superior to us," said Mrs. Spangle, of the 
Balancing Spangles, whose billing is “Queen 
and King of the Slack Wire." 

“Don’t notice 'em," advised Mr. Spangle. 
“Let them seek the introduction. We won’t. 
Gimme the putatas." 

“Ef the Garibaldi Comp’ny's to be received 
in sech a hateful spirut, I'll simply set 'em at 
a special table," said Mrs. de Shine, “an' I 
serve notice to all present that they'll eat when 
the comp’ny's through, too. Or else treat 'em 

A mutinous muttering followed. Vaudeville 
was plotting war against the legitimate. 



It was midnight when a loud ring called the 
landlady to the front door. 

“This Meesa de Shine? Me, I am Garibaldi/’ 
began a pleasant-voiced Italian. “My peop’ 
they are delay bicos that so beega fool rail- 
away he maka beega mistak\ You giva me key, 
an’ I breenga my peop’ back; mebbe two, mebbe 
free ’clock biffor I do thees. Yes, ma’am." 

"Ain’t that dretful?" cried the landlady. 
"Now, listen. I’ll show yuh the rooms, an’ 
here's a key. Them railroads is so irritatin’. 
When I was in the business myself our show 
was alius bein’ late or sumpin’. This way." 

Signor Garibaldi bowed impressively after 
he had viewed the quarters for his company. 
With his hand on his heart, he said that they 
were almost too good. 

"Yuh folks must feel yuhselves right to 
home/* said Mrs. de Shine graciously. "Yuh 
got the run of the entire house, an’ my hull de¬ 
sire is to make my payin’ guests comfortable." 

The regular boarders went to breakfast in a 
compact body, determined not to give way an 
inch before the Garibaldis. 

"They ain't et yet?" queried Trippit, anx¬ 
iously eyeing nine vacant spaces. 

"No," replied the landlady, "but they’re 
prob’ly in a exhausted state, fur they got in so 
late an’— here they come." 

The vaudevillians, maintaining a dignified 
silence, looked in another direction. They were 
startled by a wild scream from Mrs. de Shine. 

"Help! Oh, Mista Garibaldi! What’s that 
behind yuh?" she shouted. 

The boarders sprang to their feet, staring. 


Johnny Trippit grasped a pickle-bottle. The 
Spangles got behind the table as Birdie de 
Wallop disappeared beneath it. George and' 
Wilbur Dooley — known as the Daring Dooleys, 
Emperors of the Hoop Rolling Art—dashed 
for the kitchen door, departing thence to the 
seclusion of the back yard. 

"I no understanda thees beega fuss," said 
Garibaldi. "Signori an’ signoras, here ees 
Pietro, Alessandro, Catalina, Giuseppina, Giu¬ 
seppe, an’ t’ree bambini — the Garibaldi Com- 
panee. 1 thanka you — why they run away, 
pleesa, ma’am?" • 

"Take ’em outa my house this instant, or I’ll 
holler fur the police!" shrieked the landlady. 
"Mista Trippit, are yuh a man or a mouse, 
that yuh don’t aid a woming in distress?" 

"Gee, 1 dunno how to go at ’em," protested 
the buck dancer weakly. "They’re outer my 

"Pietro, Alessandro, pleesa to taka your 
seat," said Garibaldi, addressing two of the 
company, who paused just inside the door. 
"Theesa peop’ maka me seek." 

"They—they kinnot," quavered the land¬ 
lady. "It’s agin the rules! They gotta be 
took out immejut!" 

"’Scusa me," said Garibaldi mildly, as he 
seated his entourage. " I hava your let’, 
signora. Board for me an’ my troupe. Eet’s 
contract— same as t’eatrical." 

"And we was bawled out on account of such 
as them," said Birdie de Wallop, whose re¬ 
appearance was heralded by a thump of her 
head against the table-top. "As for me, I cer¬ 
tainly won’t take my meals with that bunch.” 

Garibaldi’s company, careless of the feelings 
of others, reached eagerly for various dishes. 
Giuseppina, in her haste, upset the fried eggs. 
Mrs. de Shine put her hands to her eyes and 
burst into hysterical sobs. 

"I take back my letter!" she wailed. "No 
court’d hold me." 

" ’Scusa me once more," said Garibaldi. "So 
sav a signora een Peetsaburg. Yet she have 
to feeda my peop’.’’ 

Hunger had driven the Spangles back to 
their chairs. 

"Here, don’t you shove my plate, you 
wretch!" exclaimed Mrs. Spangle indignantly, 
as Pietro appropriated a slice of bread that 
she had daintily broken. 

"The whole outfit’s got the manners of 
hawgs," said Mr. Spangle. 

Pietro, entirely unmoved by this candid 
comment, drew Mrs. Spangle’s cup across the 
table and noisily drank her coffee. 

"Oh, this is unbearable!"she shrilled. "Let 
me out!" 



Alessandro, quite forgetting himself, 
leaped nimbly upon the table. 

11 Cussed if I’ll stay in a house with 
these monks!" said Trippit vigorously. 

"It’s expectin' too much of a feller!" 

"You calla my peop' the monk?" re¬ 
proached Garibaldi. "'Scusa me, sare! 
Chimpanzee —vary different theeng. My 
companee are educate. They lady an' 

The younger members of the company 
glared at the empty dishes and chattered 

"Whatever they are, we ain't sank 
low enough to associate with 'em," said 
Mrs. Spangle tearfully, addressing Mrs. 
de Shine, "an' you can just git summon 
else fur our room." 

Pietro, who was clad in a suit of blue- 
and-white checks, seized his red waist¬ 
coat at the waist-line, flapping it up 
and down, while he uttered alarmed 
cries. The bambini emitted plaintive 
wails. Alessandro, throwing off his 
little jacket, put up his fists in boxing 
attitude and darted upon Mr. Trippit. 

The boarders, led by Birdie de Wallop, fled 
past Garibaldi and his talented simians and 
broke for the upper stories. Mrs. de Shine, 
quite overcome, staggered after them, leaving 
the Garibaldis in possession. She joined the 
conference which was held in the room of the 
Balancing Spangles. 

" I b'lieve he kin make that letter stick," 
said Mr. Spangle thoughtfully. "Now, leavin' 
out how we all feel, here's what you might do. 
Make 'em eat in their own rooms — see? And 
charge 'em extry for service!" 

Mrs. de Shine, considerably calmed, de¬ 
scended to the kitchen, where the Garibaldis 
were ransacking cupboards and ice-box, and 
ordered their manager to stand forth. 

" But allaways my peop' stay in the eye 
publica," remonstrated Garibaldi. "That ees 
gooda advertise, signora." 

"Mista Garibaldi, I'm only a delikit female, 
an' none too strong, even ef I do look so 
hearty," began Mrs. de Shine; "but I'm boss 
here, an' either them animals remains quiet an' 
decent in the third floor back an' seckind floor 
front, or out yuh go, letter or not. That's all." 

Garibaldi reflected briefly. A suitable lodg¬ 
ing for select chimpanzees is difficult to find. 
He bowed agreement. 

" But no one shall see," he said gloomily. 
" Beega peety, signora. My peop' they maka 
you famous—beega crowd all the time come to 

Mrs. de Shine smiled coldly. 


Three rooms had been allotted to the com¬ 
pany. Pietro and Giuseppe were placed in 
one; Giuseppina, Catalina, and the "bambini" 
in a second; Garibaldi occupied a third, with 
the talented Alessandro. Meals were conveyed 
to them by Vernon, the page. 

The vaudevillians in adjacent rooms com¬ 
plained bitterly, for the chimpanzees fought 
incessantly, smashing chairs and mirrors, and 
generally disturbing the hours dedicated to 
slumber. Pietro's group amused themselves 
by hanging from a window that looked upon 
the street. 

"Oh, ef this week is ever done, it's all I ast!" 
exclaimed the landlady to a visitor, Tuesday. 
"He's paid fur bustin' the furniture, but it 
ain’t his money I want." 

The caller’s vaudeville name was "Princess 
Lalla," exponent of the languorous dances of 
the Orient. The Princess was not lacking in 

"Law, it'd be a cinch to get rid of 'em," 
said she, with a smile. "Put me next door 
for to-night. I’ll show you how to do it." 

Mrs. de Shine moved Birdie de Wallop to the 
fourth floor, and installed the Princess Lalla 
within ear-shot of Signor Garibaldi's company. 

Late the following afternoon Garibaldi 
sought Mrs. de Shine. He was pale and 
greatly upset. 

" Lasta night my poor Pietro he hear a beega 
noise; scare heem so he riff use to do hees treek 
at mat’n£e to-day," he complained. "Beega 


hees! Lika snake, signora. What you theenk 
theesa can be?" 

“ I rully got no ideer,” answered the landlady. 
" Also, I suttenly ain’t int’rusted in no monkeys/' 

Garibaldi sighed, gazed at her sadly, and 
plodded up to his company. 

Princess Lalla entered her temporary abode 
at six o'clock. Ten minutes later dinner was 
served to the Garibaldi company in Pietro's 
room, with Garibaldi present to keep order. 

"Leave the door open a foot when you’re 
handin' it in," directed the Princess. 

Vernon nodded and rapped. Pietro ad¬ 
mitted him with joyful cries. 


Something long and smooth and blotchy 
brown undulated between Vernon’s legs. It 
emitted a dreadful hiss as it darted into the 
room. Pietro dropped the tray. Catalina 
bounded, by way of a wash-stand, to the top 
of the wardrobe. Alessandro flung himself 
upon Garibaldi, who roared: 

"Assassinato! Help! Eet ees a snake!” 

"Oh, mercy! Clarence is loose!" called 
Princess Lalla from the hall. "Don’t be 
scared. He can't bite!" 

Garibaldi did not stop to argue. Catalina 
leaped from the wardrobe to her masters 
shoulders. Pietro, chattering, scrambled w 


his back. Alessandro and Giuseppina and 
Giuseppe caught up the baby chimpanzees and 
galloped madly over Vernon. Garibaldi and 
his burden tumbled after them. 

Birdie de Wallop kindly held open the 
front door. As it closed upon the Gar¬ 
ibaldi Company, Princess Lalla poked her 
trained boa constrictor with one foot, saying 

“Clar-ence! That's enough! You won’t get 
none them for supper. C'mere to me!” 

With Clarence gracefully twined about her. 


the Princess joined the boarders, who were 
massed in the hall below. 

“Oh, how kin mere words thank yuh, 
dearie?” ejaculated Mrs. de Shine. 

“It was a real pleasure,” said the Princess 

Vernon, the page, approached. 

“The McGuffeys Three are here again, mum, 
astin’ is they anything vacant.” said he. 

“Bring ’em in quick,” ordered the landlady 
happily, “fur the Garibaldi Dramatic Com- 
p’ny has jest gave up their rooms!” 




O LITTLE house, so plain and bare, 
My slow feet linger on your stair 
For the last time. 1 shall no more 
Come hither. When I close the door 
Upon you now, I shall be through 
With all the dear, sad past, and you. 

Dear house! And yet, I did not guess 
Before there was this tenderness 
Hid in a heart that often swelled 
With angry yearning, and rebelled 
At your low walls, the humble guise 
You wore to careless stranger eyes. 

1 chafed so at the meager ways. 

The narrow cares, the fretted days, 

The life you were the shell of; yet 
Now, for your sake, my cheeks are wet. 

Oh, wild dark sea of change and chance! 
Oh, varying winds of circumstance! 

How kind, how sure, this haven seems, 
How dear the past — its hopes, its dreams, 
The old, old love, the toil, the care. 

Forth to the future now I fare. 

Yet still with backward gaze that clings 
To the old, worn, familiar things; 

With backward gaze that seems to see, 
Bidding their still farewell to me. 

Dim shapes, whose wistful eyes entreat 
Remembrance. Ah, unechoing feet, 

Ah, unheard voices, sad and kind, 

These too, these too, I leave behind! 

Here, with the old dead years, alone 
I have you safe — you are mine own. 

Farewell; my hand has left the door 
That opens to me now no more. 




I N those colleges where the choice of a 
course is left to the student, it is always 
interesting to inquire into the motives 
that guide the preference. Of the hun¬ 
dreds who flock to a course in history, or 
economics, or chemistry, or literature, certainly 
there are many who know that they have 
chosen the course that they need and the one 
that will be most profitable for their inner de¬ 
velopment. But there are others, and those 
others are far too many. Some students select 
a course because their friends are taking it, 
others because they have heard that it is a 
"soft snap." Sometimes a course is chosen be¬ 
cause the lecturer is well known for his witty 
remarks, sometimes because the lecture hour 
conflicts least with the training for athletics, 
and again because the lecture room is con¬ 
veniently located downstairs or because the 
books needed for the course are small enough 
to be carried in the pocket. 

On the whole, this situation also pictures 
the methods by which the American youth 
chooses his life work. The overwhelming ma¬ 
jority must enter upon a bread-winning life 
when the graded school has been passed. Here 
also a large number certainly have an aim 
and a goal, and with firm step they enter the 
chosen path. But a discouraging number of 
boys and girls are drifting here and there from 
haphazard motives and most trivial causes. The 
hasty advice of an incompetent friend, a chance 
advertisement, a superficial liking for some 
surface features of a calling without any knowl¬ 
edge of its real duties, a vague, illusory idea as 
to the great financial rewards of a line of work, 
push a boy in this or that direction. Not 
having been trained for any definite thing, and 
having neither a conscious preference nor suffi¬ 
cient knowledge of the social world with its 
openings and its opportunities, he is glad to 
slip in anywhere. 

All this repeats itself, not very differently 
though on a somewhat higher level, with that 
smaller part of the population that has passed 
through the high schools. To be sure, those 
four additional years have given to many a 

boy a wholesome opportunity to find himself 
and to discover his aptitudes and interests. 
But, if we watch the further development, we 
witness the depressing sight of the same hap¬ 
hazard selection of a practical career, the same 
ignorance, the same valuation of petty circum¬ 
stances, the same drifting. The most impor¬ 
tant step in life is often taken with hardly 
more deliberation than many of those boys 
would use in selecting a new suit of clothes. 

7he Reckless Choosing of Careers 
in ^America 

The student who recklessly chooses his lec¬ 
ture course in college may lose the highest gain, 
but the result will not be serious harm. Every 
course is planned so as to give him something 
of value. But an unsuitable life course may 
result in real harm— yes, in failure and wreck. 
Surely the divorce mills of the country have 
enough to do; but the cases in which a man is 
divorced from his profession, or at least ought 
to be divorced from it if his life is not to be 
misery to him, are even more numerous. Yet, 
the cases of failure are not the only ones that 
count against the present system. From the 
national point of view, the absurd wastefulness 
condemns this reckless scheme no less. The 
boy who drives a butcher's cart, then becomes 
call boy in a hotel, afterward goes to work in a 
factory, and a few weeks later tries the next 
chance job that offers itself, loses the great ad¬ 
vantage of systematic trainingfora definite task. 

No one can deny that this careless shifting 
and unprepared entrance upon a life career is 
dangerously favored by certain conditions of 
American life. Politics and the whole social 
structure of the country have always encour¬ 
aged the view' that everybody is fit for every¬ 
thing. The traditional disrespect for the 
expert, the old-fashioned spoils system, the 
tendency of democracy to put the technical 
government of towns into the hands of untrained 
men, have too long reinforced the impression 
that nothing but the possession of intelligence 
and energy are necessary to fill any place. The 
absence of social barriers and the predomi- 



nance of the money influence, the lack of dis¬ 
cipline and authority in the education of the 
youth, and, perhaps strongest of all, the nat¬ 
ural wealth of the nation, work in the same 
direction. The country could afford the limit¬ 
less waste of human energies, just as it felt justi¬ 
fied in wasting the timber resources of the forests. 

But in recent years all this has changed. 
The more complex conditions of modern life, 
the progress of science and economics, of 
sanitation and education, have gradually taught 
the country a new respect for the services of 
the expert; the devastating spoils system has 
had to yield, and the national conscience has 
forcefully awaked in its protest against the 
waste of the national resources. This new 
spirit has at last started a growing conviction 
among thinking people that something must be 
done for the youth who seeks a vocation. 

Shall the School Develop Children 
into Little Specialists? 

To many the most natural way would seem 
to be in a reorganization of the schools. In¬ 
deed, it has often been proposed to give to the 
child a greater chance for specialization, even 
in the lower schools. In this way the school 
might develop little specialists who would be 
better prepared than others for certain lines of 
work, and who would be more successful 
through such early training. Moreover, the 
school would have opportunity to adjust such 
early specialization to the gifts and predomi¬ 
nant interests of the individual boy or girl. 
But a more thorough study of the functions of 
the public school sounds a decided warning 
against this tendency. Dangers lurk there on 
all sides. The safety of the nation demands a 
real common ground for the whole population, 
a common education in the fundamentals of 
the national life. The more years the youth 
of the country can devote to a general educa¬ 
tion, the more wholesome will be the state of 
society and the stronger the inner life of the 
individual. The school must give to everybody 
that which binds us all in a common social inter¬ 
course, in an understanding of the public life 
and of nature. The school would be hampered 
in this its highest mission if its program were 
encroached upon by the demands of personal 

But the dangers of a pseudo-professional 
work in the schools would result no less from 
the intrusion of an element of personal whim 
and fancy. The child would follow his per¬ 
sonal liking at a time when he needs to learn 
nothing so much as to overcome his mere likes 
and dislikes. In the years that slwuld be de¬ 
voted to the learning of the highest task, to 

doing one's duty, the boys and girls would be 
encouraged in the ruinous habit of following 
the path of least resistance. The vocational 
aspect ought to be excluded absolutely from 
the public schools. Even subjects like manual 
training, which may become most useful for 
certain practical callings, in the school-room 
ought to be kept in the position of a formal 
discipline. The boy should learn in his manual 
training lesson that power of accuracy and ob¬ 
servation, of attention and energy, that will be 
helpful to him in every walk of life; he should 
not learn carpentry there in order to become a 
carpenter. Truly, they are the youth’s best 
friends who insist that this principle ought to 
hold even up to the higher stages of school life. 
There may be allowed more elasticity in the 
high school, and still more in the college work; 
but even these will ultimately be the more 
helpful the freer they are kept from professional 
aspects. Only when the schools have poured 
out their floods must the stream be guided into 
safe channels. 

The ^Advantages and Dangers of the 
Vocational School 

In the institution of vocational schools 
a most important step forward has been 
taken. Industrial education and trade schools 
have at last won the interest of progressive 
countries. By means of these perhaps more 
than by anything else, modern Germany has 
made its rapid strides forward. The boy of 
fourteen who cannot afford to prolong his 
general education cannot do better than to get 
thorough instruction in a specialized line. The 
advantage of these vocational schools would 
have to be acknowledged without reservation 
if we did not face one serious danger. The 
school is excellent for the boy who would other¬ 
wise spend his time in a desultory bread¬ 
winning activity; but such a school is harmful 
if it draws the boy away from a further pursuit 
of liberal education. It would be most regret¬ 
table if the industrial schools should contribute 
still more to the growing depletion of the high 
schools. The vocational school is the desirable 
solution for those who cannot afford the higher 
school, but it is undesirable for those who, for 
practical reasons, prefer it to a further liberal 
training. Yet, if this danger is kept suffi¬ 
ciently in view, the blessing of the vocational 
school for the youth who is seeking a life work 
must be most heartily acknowledged. 

Similar in importance is the establishment of 
vocation bureaus, a movement that was started 
by the late Professor Parsons in Boston, a 
true benefactor to the community, and that 
has been taken up in various other places. It 



represents an innovation of unlimited possi¬ 
bilities. Parsons* posthumous work on the 
choice of a vocation outlines his plans and sug¬ 
gests vividly the manifold cases that have been 
helped by the work of the vocation bureau. 
He recognized clearly that the need for guid¬ 
ance is at no time in life more essential than in 
the transition from school to work. He saw 
that inefficiency and change of vocation, with 
all the waste and cost involved, “are largely 
due to the haphazard way in which young men 
and women drift into employments, with little 
or no regard to adaptability, and without ade¬ 
quate preparation or any definite aim or well- 
considered plan to insure success/' 

How the Vocation Bureau Guides Boys 
and Girls to a Career 

The effort of the vocation bureau is to 
remedy these conditions through expert coun¬ 
sel and guidance. The immediate means con¬ 
sist, first, in furnishing the young people with 
a knowledge of the requirements and condi¬ 
tions of success, the compensations, opportuni¬ 
ties, and prospects in different lines of work; 
second, in guiding the candidate to a clear 
understanding of his own aptitudes, abilities, 
interests, resources, and limitations. Moreover, 
the officers of the vocation bureau must act as 
true counselors, reasoning patiently with the 
boy or girl on the practical relations between 
their personal qualities and those objective 
conditions of the social fabric. Thus the goal 
of the bureau is to find for every one the occu¬ 
pation that is in fullest harmony with his 
nature and his ambitions and that will secure 
for him the greatest possible permanent in¬ 
terest and economic value. No doubt much 
depends upon the wisdom and judgment, the 
sympathy and insight, of the counselor; and not 
every manager of such an institute will equal, in 
that respect, the founder of the first vocation 
bureau. Certainly, for such a task, thorough 
preparation is needed, and the equipment of a 
pioneer school for the training of vocational coun¬ 
selors was, therefore, necessarily the next step. 

The gathering of objective data that are 
needed to furnish all possible information has 
been most successfully started, and the little 
guide-book already contains unusually rich 
material regarding the conditions of efficiency 
and success in different industries; a classifica¬ 
tion of industries; a most suggestive list of 
ways of earning money that are open to women 
at home and away from home, indoors and out 
of doors, skilled and unskilled. The bureau 
has also prepared schedules showing the earn¬ 
ings for each industry, the average wage, sex, 
and nativity of persons engaged in various oc¬ 

cupations, the movement of demand in about 
two hundred vocations during the last decades, 
and many similar facts that would furnish the 
background for the discussion of any industrial 
case. All this becomes significant when applied 
to the personal qualifications of the candidate. 

The Average Man Incapable of True 

The methods employed to determine these 
individual facts are, so far, of a more tentative 
character. Here, decidedly, discussion is still 
open. And this is the point at which the in¬ 
terest of the experimental psychologist is at¬ 
tracted, and it appears his duty to take part 
in the discussion. The emphasis of the in¬ 
quiry lies, as yet, on a self-analysis and on the 
impression of the counselor. In order to get 
the fullest possible self-analysis, the candidate 
is asked to answer, in writing, a large number 
of questions that refer to his habits and his 
emotions, his likings and his ambitions, his 
characteristics and his resources, his experi¬ 
ences and his capacities. It seems in a high 
degree doubtful whether the results obtained 
by this method really throw a clear light on 
those mental factors that the counselor needs 
for his advice. Such self-analysis is very diffi¬ 
cult and, above all, very easily misleading. 
The average man knows his mental functions 
as little as he knows the muscles that he uses 
in walking or speaking. For instance, the boy 
is asked questions like the following: 

Compare yourself as to courage with others of 
your age. 

Is your attitude toward employers cordial and 
sympathetic or not? 

If you could have your every wish fulfilled, what 
would be your first half dozen wishes? 

What sort of people do you prefer to live with? 

Mention the limitations and defects in yourself. 

Do you cultivate smiles and laughter by right 

Do you take care to pronounce your words clearly? 

Do you look people frankly in the eye? 

Are you a good listener? 

Are you thoughtful of the comfort of others? 

Can you manage people well? 

Are you planning to form further friendships? 

Do you talk a good deal about yourself? 

Are your inflections natural and cheery? 

Such questions, representative of the most 
varied fields of inquiry, may yield bits of sug¬ 
gestion as to character in some cases, but they 
may, no less frequently, be answered mislead¬ 
ingly* To estimate the value of his replies we 
should have to know the boy thoroughly; yet 
we seek those replies in order to get that 
thorough knowledge. Hence we move in a 
circle withqut advancing. If w r e desire a care¬ 
ful, exact analysis of mental functions, we must 



not forget that the last decades have brought 
the science of the mind to a point where such 
an analysis can be performed by means of an 
exact experimental science. The modern psy¬ 
chological laboratory disentangles the mental 
functions with a subtlety that surpasses the 
mere self-observation of practical life as much 
as the search with the microscope surpasses 
the viewing of objects with the naked eye. 

Discovering a Man's True Calling by 
Psychological Experiment 

It is true that the modern psychological 
laboratory has been interested primarily in the 
finding of general laws for the mental life. 
But in recent years the attention of experi¬ 
mental psychologists has turned more and 
more to the study of individual differences and 
to the development of methods designed to 
bring these differences to the clearest percep¬ 
tion. We now realize that questions as to the 
mental capacities and functions and powers of 
an individual can no longer be trusted to 
impressionistic replies. If we are to have re¬ 
liable answers, we must make use of the avail¬ 
able resources of the psychological laboratory. 
These resources emancipate us from the illu¬ 
sions and emotions of the self-observer. The 
well-arranged experiment measures the mental 
states with the same exactness with which the 
chemical or physical examination of the phy¬ 
sician studies the organism of the individual. 

Of course, the psychological experiment does 
not enter into such complicated questions as 
those quoted. It turns to the elements of 
mental life. And just here lies its strength. 
As the organs of man are merely combinations 
of cells and tissues, so his mental personality 
is a complex combination of elementary states. 
If we know the simple parts, we can calculate 
beforehand the fundamental direction of the 
development. On the other hand, we can 
analyze every calling and vocation in order to 
find there, too, "the essential elements and 
fundamental features. We can determine 
which particular mental activities are needed 
for special lines of life work, and can then com¬ 
pare these demands with the table of results 
from an experimental analysis of the special 
mind. Only the application of experimental 
tests can give to the advisory work that 
subtle adjustment by which discrimination 
between similar tasks becomes possible. 

To give an illustration, there are mills in 
which everything depends on the ability of the 
workingman to watch, at the same time, a 
large number of moving shuttles, and to react 
quickly on a disturbance in any one. The most 
industrious workman will be unsuccessful at 

such work if his attention is of the type thal 
prevents him from such expansion of mental 
watchfulness. The same man might be most 
excellent as a worker in the next mill, where 
the work demanded was dependent upon 
strong concentration of attention on one point. 
There he would surpass his competitors just 
because he lacked expanded attention and had 
the focusing type. The young man with an 
inclination to mill work does not know these 
differences, and his mere self-observation would 
never tell him whether his attention was of the 
expansive or of the concentrated type. 

The psychological laboratory can test these 
individual differences of attention by a few 
careful experiments. The psychologist, there¬ 
fore, is in a position to advise the youth at which 
type of factory to apply for work and which 
to avoid. Under present methods all would 
be largely a matter of chance. The man with 
the focusing attention might seek work in the 
mill where distributed attention is needed, and 
would feel sure that his industry and good will 
were sufficient to make him successful in his 
work. And yet the result would be disappoint¬ 
ment and failure. Discouragement would en¬ 
sue. He would soon lose his place, and drift 
on. The psychologist would have turned him 
in the right direction. The laboratory would 
have reproduced the essential characteristics 
of those various machines, and would have 
measured, perhaps in thousandth parts of a 
second, the rapidity, and in millimeters the 
accuracy, with which the reacting movements 
were performed at the various types of appara¬ 
tus. These differences of attention are most 
important in various callings; and yet, the lay¬ 
man is inclined to discriminate only between 
good and bad attention. He is not aware that 
there exist a large variety of types of attention, 
each of which may be favorable for certain life 
works and very unfavorable for others. 

The Psychological Test of a Good 

To be sure, all such laboratory tests pre¬ 
suppose a real knowledge and careful analysis 
of the work to be performed. Dilettantism 
here would easily lead into blind alleys. I re¬ 
member a case where the Boston Vocation 
Bureau asked me to examine the auditory re¬ 
action time of a young man who wanted to 
become a stenographer. The examination was 
to determine whether his response to sound 
was quicker or slower than the average. If it 
were slower, he was to be warned against the 
career of a shorthand-writer. 

I refused to undertake the test, because I 
considered that the conclusion would be mis- 



leading. Even if the boy reacted slowly, so 
that the first word that he heard were written 
down by him possibly a fifth of a second later 
than his competitor wrote it, would that really 
show him to be less efficient? If both were to 
write from dictation for a whole hour, the boy 
with the slower reaction time would still, at 
the end of the hour, be just a fifth of a second 
behind the other, which, of course, would be of 
no consequence. The quickness of the other 
man's sound reaction would not make it at all 
certain that he would hold out with his short¬ 
hand-writing as long as the slower man. In 
the imagination of the counselor, it appeared 
that the delay of a fifth of a second on the first 
word would bring an additional delay on the 
next word, and that the time lost would in this 
way accumulate. What really needed to be ex¬ 
amined was the rapidity of successive action and 
the retention in memory of the spoken words. 

This problem of retention, too, demands very 
subtle inquiry. The future stenographer knows 
that he needs a good memory, but to him the 
word "memory" covers mental functions that 
the psychologist must carefully separate. The 
young man confidently asserts that he has a 
good memory for words, because after a long 
interval he remembers what he has learned. 
Yet, that is an aspect of memory that is of no 
consequence for his shorthand work. The 
memory he needs is that of immediate retention. 
Experimental analyses demonstrate that this 
retention and the later remembering are two 
quite independent functions. For instance, 
the child has strong power of remembering, but 
small power of retention, while in the adult 
the power of retention surpasses that of re¬ 
membering. The child must hear a number of 
words or figures more often than the adult 
before he can repeat them correctly. But, 
once the adult and the child have learned those 
figures, the chances are that the child will 
remember them after a longer time than the 
adult. The laboratory experimenter would 
always have to separate the test for such im¬ 
mediate reproduction from that for the later 
recall, and would have to consider carefully 
in which vocations the one or the other is an 
essential condition of success. 

Mental Traits that Fit One to be a Chauf¬ 
feur, a Secretary, or a Mill-Worker 

But if the psychological conditions of different 
vocations were scientifically disentangled and 
the mental analysis were carried through with 
all the discriminations that the progress of 
experimental psychology suggests, the vocation 
bureau would secure data that would be of the 
highest service. The association of ideas and 

the apperception of the outer world, the imagi¬ 
nation and the emotions, the feelings and the 
will, the attention and the discrimination, the 
accuracy and the effort, the suggestibility and 
the judgment, the persistence and the fatigue, 
the adaptability and the temperament, the 
skill, and even the character, with a hundred 
other functions and their interrelations, could 
be mapped out by decisive experiments. No 
boy ought to become a chauffeur, however his 
fancy is excited by motor-cars, if his reaction 
times in the laboratory indicate that he would 
not be quick enough to stop his automobile if 
a child ran in front of the wheels. No one 
ought to try for secretarial work who shows in 
the laboratory lack of inhibitory power and 
therefore a probable inability to be discreet. 
The boy who shows no sensitiveness for small 
differences ought not to work in a mill or 
factory in which his labor would be a con¬ 
stant repetition of the same activity. He would 
be oppressed by the uniformity of the work, 
it would soon be drudgery for him, and, with his 
interest, he would lose the good will. The 
next boy, who is sensitive to small differences, 
might find in the same work an inexhaustible 
pleasure and stimulus, as no two repetitions 
would be alike for him. 

The other day I wired from Boston to a 
friend in another town that I should expect him 
the next day at the Hotel Somerset. The tele¬ 
gram arrived with the statement that I should 
be at the Hotel Touraine. The operator had 
substituted one leading hotel of Boston for 
another. No good will on his part can help 
that young man. He is not in the position of 
another Boston operator, whom I recently gave 
a cablegram to Berlin, and who, as he looked 
up the rate, asked: " Berlin is in France, isn't 
it?" The geography of the latter can be cured, 
but the mental mechanism of the former, who 
under pressure of rapid work substitutes an 
associated idea for the given one, is probably 
fundamental. The psychological laboratory 
would easily have found out such mental un¬ 
reliability, and would have told the man before¬ 
hand that, however industrious he might be and 
however suited for a hundred other professions, 
that of the telegraph operator would not be 
one in which he could reach the fullest success. 

What Psychological Examination for a 
Career Would Cost 

The establishment of psychological labora¬ 
tories as part of municipal vocation bureaus 
would by no means demand a very costlv and 
elaborate outfit. An intelligent assistant with 
thorough psychological training could secure 
much of the material with a minimum of 



apparatus. There are hundreds of psycho¬ 
logical experiments that can be carried out with 
some cardboard and sheets of paper, strings 
and pins and needles, little outline drawings 
and printed words, small colored tops and 
levers, hairpins and cardboard boxes, balls and 
boards, picture-books and smelling-bottles, a 
pack of cards and a set of weights and perhaps 
a cheap stop-watch. Where ampler funds are 
at the disposal of the bureau, an electrical 
chronoscope ought to be added, and, if possi¬ 
ble, a kymograph. But in all cases the ex¬ 
periments themselves may be relatively simple, 
and even the most modest apparatus can 
furnish an abundance of insight into psycho¬ 
logical differences of which the mere self¬ 
observation of the candidate does not take 
any account and for which any gaze of the 
outer observer would be insufficient. 

The educational psychologists on the one side, 
the physicians, and especially the psychiatrists, 
on the other, have shown us the way in this 
field. The educator may ask a child to strike 
out the letter e wherever it occurs in a given 
page, and to do it as quickly as possible. He 
measures the time it requires and the accuracy 
with which it is done by seeing how' often a 
wrong letter has been canceled and how often 
the right letter has been overlooked. He 
knows that even such a rapid test indicates 
more with regard to the attention and accuracy 
and swiftness of the child than he can find out 
by the regular school tests. He knows that only 
such elementary inquiries with exactly measur¬ 
able results can discriminate between the 
various factors that are involved in any com¬ 
plex school work. Or the educator examines 
the power of the children to learn or to count 
at various hours of the day, and draws from it 
pedagogical conclusions as to the best arrange¬ 
ment of the school program. Of course, the 
school work must be adjusted to the average, 
since all must have school work at the same 
time. Yet, such experiments demonstrate the 
great individual differences. The curve of fa¬ 
tigue is different for almost every individual. 
Moreover, the psychological experiment can 
analyze the great varieties of fatigue, the fluc¬ 
tuations. the chances for a restitution of energy 
after fatigue; and it is evident that every result 
can be translated into advice or warning with 
regard to the vocational choice of the boy or 
girl. There are machines to which people with 
one type of fatigue could never be adapted, 
while those with another type might do excel¬ 
lent work. 

Even the natural rhythm of motor functions 
is different for every individual. The pace at 

which we walk or speak or write is controlled by 
organic conditions of our will, and is hardly 
open to any complete change. Again, it is clear 
that the thousands of technical occupations 
demand very- different rhythms of muscle con¬ 
traction. If a man of one natural rhythmical 
type has to work at a machine that demands a 
very different rhythmical pace, life will be a 
perpetual conflict in which irritation and dis¬ 
satisfaction with his own work will spoil his 
career and will ruin his chances for promotion. 
In a similar way, simple experiments might 
determine the natural lines of interest in a 
boy or girl. We might show pictures of farms 
or factories, of ships or railroads, of mines or 
banks, of natural scenery or street scenes, of 
buildings or theater stages, and so on. How 
much is kept in memory and how* much is 
correctly apperceived after an exposure of a 
few seconds, how they affect the emotional 
expressions, and similar observations of objec¬ 
tive character, may quickly point to mental 
traits that must be considered if a harmonious 
life work is to be hoped for. 

There is no fear that such institutes, with 
their psychological laboratories, would play the 
guardian in too rigid and mechanical a way, 
restricting too much the natural freedom of 
the youth. On the contrary, nothing but the 
counselor’s advice would be intended, and no 
one who did not want to listen to a warning 
would be restrained from following his own 

The young genius will alw r ays find his way 
alone, and even his severe disappointments are 
a beneficial part of his schooling for higher 
service; but the great average masses do not 
know this powerful inner energy that magnet¬ 
ically draws the mind ttnvard the ideal goal. 
They do not know r the w'orld and its demands; 
they do not know the opportunities and the 
rewards, the dangers and the difficulties; and 
they do not know’ themselves, their powers and 
their limitations. The old Greek legend tells 
us that when a man and woman find each other 
for life, it is a reuniting of two separate halves 
that have been one whole in a previous existence. 
This ought to be the way in which a man and 
his profession might find each other. But not 
every marriage nowadays suggests the Greek 
legend, and the unity of vocation and individual 
seems still less often predestined. And if fate 
has not decided the union in such a previous 
life, society ought at least to take care that 
in this life the choice be made with open eyes 
and w'ith the advice of a counselor who knows 
how' to fructify the psychological knowledge 
of our age. 






“ T YERE is the man who has done 
I more for Canada than all the poli- 
ticians.” In these words a distin¬ 
guished member of the Canadian 
K A Government the other day ex¬ 
pressed his estimate of the services rendered his 
country by Dr. William Saunders. This simple 
and unassuming gentleman was the creator, and 
has ever since its foundation been the Director, 
of Canada's system of Experimental Farms. In 
twenty-three years of untiring work he has 
scoured the earth for things of service to Can¬ 
ada; he has increased the potential yield of 
every acre of her farms; he has given the cold 
north plains fruits for their joy and wheats for 
their nourishment: and in all this he is making 
of his work a great educational Extension Serv¬ 
ice for the training of the intelligence of the 
Canadian farmer. 

Canada's farming problem stretches across 
the continent. East of Maine lie the Maritime 
Provinces; north of New England is Quebec, 
overlapping Ontario as far west as Buffalo; 
Ontario reaches on north of all the Great Lakes 
and almost all of Minnesota; Manitoba carries 
us half across North Dakota; while north and 
west of her sweep the great provinces of 
Saskatchewan and Alberta, until we come to 
British Columbia and the Pacific. The main 
activity of this immense region is agriculture,— 
nearly half of the whole Canadian population is 
agricultural,— and the problems awaiting solu¬ 
tion are as full of variety as the country itself. 
No greater service can be rendered the people 
of Canada than aid in solving these agricultural 
problems of theirs. 

Canada ^Attacks Her ^Agricultural Problems 
through the Experimental Farm 

So Sir John Carling saw when he was chosen 
Minister of Agriculture in 1885, and to him be¬ 
longs the honor of setting about a systematic 

answer. He inaugurated his coming into office 
by sending Dr. Saunders, then a business man 
who had long made a hobby of horticulture, on 
a mission to study what was being done by 
other nations to help their agricultural life. 
Returning, Dr. Saunders presented his report 
to the House of Commons, and within a few 
months found himself the newly created Direc¬ 
tor of five Farms not yet in existence. This was 
in 1886. The following day—the Director 
wastes no time! — he set out for three months of 
continuous traveling to determine the placing of 
his five Farms. In that year he threaded back 
and forth across the Dominion, and the autumn 
of 1887 found three Farms established, their 
heads appointed, and their work begun. The 
following two years saw the creation of the 
fourth and fifth. 

The Central Farm, where the Director was to 
live, had to be in the neighborhood of the capi¬ 
tal, Ottawa. The first Branch Farm, that for 
the Maritime Provinces, was set as near as 
might be to the boundary line between New 
Brunswick and Nova Scotia, in the latter, at 
Nappan. The second, for Manitoba, was placed 
at Brandon, in full view of the passing trains of 
the Canadian Pacific — a typical bit of country, 
fertile valley farm-land on the river, sloping up 
through bluffs slit by wooded ravines to higher 
lands above. The third, for the Northwest Ter¬ 
ritories, was set at Indian Head, also in full view 
of the railroad — more than six hundred acres 
of bare prairie-land stretching on and on, neither 
tree nor bush in sight. 

The Director's object was to place each Farm 
where it could be readily seen, readily visited, 
yet where it would be under no specially favor¬ 
ing circumstance, but would have to solve for 
itself the average problem of the region it was to 
serve. The Indian Head problem is that of the 
open prairie. At the last Farm, at Agassiz, 
British Columbia, the problem is that of fruit 


and nut tree growing in a mild climate, and two 
thousand kinds of fruits and nuts are now flour¬ 
ishing on its fertile valley land and mountain¬ 

At the present time a number of small sup¬ 
plementary stations are being established. The 
most interesting of these is the "farthest north" 
— Fort Vermilion, on the Peace River, in north¬ 
ern Alberta, six hundred miles above the United 
States boundary. In the spring of 1907 the first 
lot of seeds, trees, and plants was sent there for 
experiment, via Edmonton, from the Central 
Farm. On the first of May, "as there was no 
immediate prospect of the breaking up of the 
rivers" — the usual line of travel — these sup¬ 
plies were driven for seventeen days over four 
hundred miles, and ferried on a raft three hun¬ 
dred miles farther till they reached Fort Ver¬ 
milion. By the first of June the seeds were in 
and the land was fenced. It cannot be said that 
the Experimental Farms are not squarely facing 
Canada's problems. 

The heart of this system is the Central Farm. 
Everything that can be done is done here once, 
and under one head, the Branch Farms being 
left to deal with regional problems only. Here 
the distinctively scientific experiments in cross- 
fertilization, breeding, soil analysis, and the 
like, are carried on. The staff consists of a 
Chemist, a Botanist, an Entomologist, and a 
Cerealist, who make tests and publish bulletins 
applying to the problems of any of the Branch 
Farms, or of any farmer w'ho chooses to appeal 
to them; and of a Horticulturist, an Agricultur¬ 
ist, and a Poultry Manager, whose work is 
chiefly for eastern Canada. 

The Farm itself lies three miles out of Ottawa, 
spreading its four hundred and fifty sunlit acres 
for all to see — its arboretum, its belts of forest 
trees, its lawns and ornamental shrubs and gay 
flower beds, its hundred specimen hedges, its 
mile-long border of hardy perennial flowers, its 
orchards of cross-bred fruits, its test plots of 
standard, or new, or hybrid grain. The general 
public flock there from Ottawa and the sur¬ 
rounding country; and from its central offices 
and chemical laboratory go forth 340,000 letters 
and reports, and eighty tons of special and 
priceless seed, every year. 

How the Soil is Made to Increase Its Yield 

The first object of the Farms is, through im¬ 
proved methods, to increase the yield of every 
acre of Canadian farm-land. By tests extending 
over a long series of years, they have shown that 
it pays to sow' plump seed of productive varie¬ 
ties; that there is a loss of more than half the 
value of barn-yard manure when it is allowed to 
rot; that plowing in clover with grain increases 

the grain yield by nearly thirty per cent; that 
sowing W'heat only a week after the right mo¬ 
ment means a loss of nearly one third of the 
crop; and these profits and losses can be gaged 
with almost mathematical precision. An in¬ 
crease of one bushel only to the acre in the oat 
crop of the Dominion would put an extra 
$2,000,000 a year into the pockets of the farm¬ 
ers; a like increase in wheat would add nearly 
double as much. Arithmetic of this sort no 
farmer is too dull to follow; and putting its own 
lessons into practice where all could see the 
results, the Central Farm, in its first ten years, 
increased its oats twenty-three, barley twelve, 
and wheat four bushels to the acre. In a report 
of five years ago the Director notes that Ontario 
has increased her yield of oats till she now 
averages 42 bushels to New York's 37; but he 
shrewdly adds that the yield on the Central 
Farm has reached 62 bushels per acre. 

One Money Crop the Ruin of the Farmer 

But the Farms devote by no means all their 
attention to grain. With the lesson of our 
cotton-growing South before him,— five States 
living and dying by one money crop,— the Di¬ 
rector has set himself to preaching the lesson of 
"mixed farming," and above all of dairying and 
pork-raising, from end to end of the great grain 
regions of Canada. By this system the farm¬ 
land profits no less than the farmer—it keeps 
itself fertile automatically. Thus, if we sow 
grain alone and sell it as raw grain, we must 
sooner or later convert a portion of our cash into 
fertilizer for the reenrichment of the soil. In 
mixed farming the accounts run: grain, hay, 
and ensilage; these fed to stock give pork and 
butter; pork and butter give cash. But mean¬ 
while fertility has been restored to the soil by 
the stock; at no point does cash have to be 
turned in on the land again for fertilizer. 

A still greater advantage in this system is the 
insurance it secures for the farmer against the 
seasons when grain fails— and the farmer who 
raises only grain fails too. The 20th of August, 
1900, recorded five degrees of frost at Indian 
Head. Heavy rains followed, and the grain of 
all the surrounding country was spoiled. The 
Superintendent at Indian Head reported the 
loss, with a plea to the settler almost dramatic 
in intensity: "Nothing is so agreeable as the 
raising of wheat, yet nothing is doing so much 
harm to the country." But Dr. Saunders' com¬ 
ment is characteristically calm: "This visitation 
will be followed by compensating advantages." 
It was worth all it cost if the farmer could be 
made to think, and to calculate his chances and 
his risks. 

"Made to think"! Does not the greatest ad- 



vantage of all lie here— an advantage to the 
nation beyond even the mighty arithmetic of 
crop values? Instead of waiting through a sea¬ 
son for one crop, harvesting it in bulk, selling it 
for cash, and then living on the proceeds till the 
next harvest time, the farmer has here the in¬ 
tellectual stimulus and training of attending to 
a variety of things, seeing after a profit here, 
practising a small economy or avoiding a loss 
there— the same training that turned out from 
our stony New England farms so many of our 
ablest men. The calculable results of the system 
are already impressive. In 1884 Canada ex¬ 
ported cheese to the value of $7,000,000. Ten 
years after the founding of the Farms this had 
become $17,000,000. In the same period the 
value of exported butter had doubled. Pork 
outdid them both with a phenomenal record of 
an increase of from less than a million dollars 
in 1884 to $8,000,000 in 1898. The Superin¬ 
tendent at Indian Head reports, with a note of 
relief: “Only in a few districts is wheat still 

Covering the Northwest Prairies with 
Tree "Belts 

With the founding of the Central Farm, tree¬ 
planting was begun, and the first year saw it 
laid out into hundreds of seed and nursery beds, 
bristling with seedling trees. One of its most 
interesting exhibits is a hundred specimen 
hedges where the visiting farmer may examine 
samples of the best thorny protection against 
cattle, while his wife has her pick between Jap¬ 
anese rose and nodding blue Hungarian lilac. 

But tree-planting on Eastern farms is almost 
a luxury; on the Northwest prairies—miles 
and miles with neither tree nor shrub, the winds 
rushing over them sometimes at thirty miles an 
hour— it becomes a vital necessity. We in the 
East have no conception of what such condi¬ 
tions mean to the farmer. Every attempt to 
grow our most hardy fruit was proving utter 
failure. The Northwest homestead longed for 
shelter from the choking, dust-laden winds of 
summer as much as from the winter blizzards at 
“thirty below." 

On his Northwest Farms, accordingly, the 
Director began to develop tree belts; first, 
chiefly of the native Manitoba maple and the 
native ash; when these were established, of 
evergreens, in their shelter. Under this almost 
wind-proof protection areas were hedged off in 
checkerboard pattern with poplar, maple, lilac 
even; and garden planting was begun within 
these boxlike squares. 

Indian Head started without a tree or a bush. 
In four years she reported herself as “practically 
provided with shelter belts, forest clumps, ave¬ 

nues, and hedges." It was apparent soon that 
the problem of shelter for the Northwest prairie 
farm had been solved. In the snug squares and 
garden plots were growing strawberries, rasp¬ 
berries, currants, table vegetables, and flowers 
in phenomenal luxuriance, and a few young 
apple trees which had never before been win¬ 
tered in that region. 

One day in the summer of 1890, on his visit 
to the Western Farms, Dr. Saunders noticed, as 
he drove through the wooded country, that the 
native forest trees were heavy with seed. Ow¬ 
ing to frost, trees of that region do not fruit 
oftener than once in two or three years; but 
seed ripened in that cold climate develops into 
trees especially able to resist the cold, and is 
on that account very desirable. The Director 
therefore gave orders to the superintendents of 
the two Prairie Farms to hire a corps of helpers 
to collect tree seeds by the bushel. 

Money was scarce on the prairies, and settlers, 
Indians, and half-breeds saw their chance for 
extra earnings. They did not stop at bushels — 
they got seeds by cart-loads. The result was 
between two and three tons of seeds. Seven 
acres were sown at each of the Branch Farms, 
and a ton and a half of seed was forwarded to 
Ottawa. From there, one thousand cotton 
bags, each containing a pound of seed, went out 
at once to settlers in the Northwest; next year 
two thousand more. From one pound of seed 
the most careful growers got from three to five 
thousand seedlings. Even average care would 
give eight hundred little trees. In six or seven 
years the young tree begins to bear seed on its 
own account, in the favorable seasons. With 
his interest awakened, there was no limit to 
what a settler could do. 

In the annals of Canadian tree-growing, the 
red-letter year is 1890, for it saw also the begin¬ 
nings of the distribution of seedling forest trees. 
This distribution was advertised through the 
newspapers of the Northwest. The farmer who 
made application to the Central Farm presently 
received through the mails a package done up 
in manila paper with a layer of oiled paper 
beneath. Within, rolled in moss still damp, 
though it had been on the road for possibly four¬ 
teen days, were a hundred little forest trees from 
ten to fifteen inches high, each variety bearing 
a wooden label with its name upon it. A note 
of directions for planting and cultivating accom¬ 
panied them, ending: 

“You will be expected to take such notes as 
will enable you to make a report on the be¬ 
havior of each variety. Reports will be ex¬ 
pected, whether favorable or unfavorable." 

One hundred thousand little trees thus went 
out; the following year twice as many. Ten 


years after the starting of the work, the Director 
reported that seven tons of hardy tree seed had 
been distributed, that one and a quarter million 
little seedlings had been sent to “individual 
lovers of trees,” and that there were on home¬ 
steads in almost every part of the Northwest 
plantations of forest trees for shelter and beauty. 

For beauty as well as serviceableness is an 
object with the Farms. Our Director has a way 
of going about his professional journeys with 
his pockets stuffed with flower seeds, so that the 
farmer's wife may have something, as well as 
her good man. The Central Farm wears to the 
casual visitor much the air of a pleasure park. 
The Branch Farms, too, have their arboretums 
and perennial borders; they publish reports on 
roses that may be grown with some hope of suc¬ 
cess a few hundred miles, more or less, north of 
the Dakotas, and on the geraniums that make 
the bravest show in the garden before the advent 
of the early autumn frost. The attempt is being 
made here, an early report announces proudly, 
to grow flowers, as well as to raise No. i Hard 

The Earth Scoured for Things of Service 
to Canada 

One great division of the work of the Farms 
is the testing of new things from elsewhere, to 
ascertain their serviceableness for Canada. If 
they stand the test, they are promptly intro¬ 
duced to the farmer. An illustration of the im¬ 
mediate usefulness of some of these importations 
is the awnless brome-grass (Bromus inermis). 
This hardy Russian grass has so exuberant a 
vitality that in favorable soils it soon rejoices as 
a weed. Where, however, other pasture can 
scarcely be grown, or where its season is discour- 
agingly short, brome-grass is proving a godsend. 

It thrives on drought and bitter cold. It offers 
pasture on its young green shoots two weeks 
earlier than the native grasses, and bears a 
heavier aftermath, holding its head up several 
inches, persistently green, through the first 
snows. Additional weeks of succulent food 
mean additional weeks of rich milk, and brome- 
grass is preparing the way for the onward march 
of the cattle trade, and of the butter and cheese 

Another important function of the Farms is 
the seed distribution. This began in the first 
year of their work with the sending out of a 
number of small bags of an early-ripening wheat 
just imported from Russia to test its behavior 
in Canada. For the first object of the distribu¬ 
tion is to gain information by supplementing the 
experience of the Farms with that of other dis¬ 
tricts throughout the Dominion. The other ob¬ 
ject is to increase the quality and yield of the 
farmer’s crops by introducing to him varieties 
better or more productive than his own. A 
farmer who wishes a free sample must make 
application for it himself direct to the Farm. 
He then receives enough grain to sow one twen¬ 
tieth of an acre. He is expected to grow it in a 
plot by itself; to thresh it separately by hand; 
and to use the product as seed the next year. 
Meanwhile, he is to send a report of it, “favor¬ 
able or unfavorable,” to the Farm. 

At first about two thousand bags of samples 
supplied the demand. The fourth year, when 
the Farm had become knowm, fifteen thousand 
farmers suddenly applied, and got seed. Within 
a year or so, some of the grains sent as sam 
pies, carefully harvested, propagated, and re¬ 
harvested, were becoming leading varieties 
throughout the Dominion. One report may 
serve as a specimen of hundreds that come in: 




“We got a sample of oats from you six years 
ago. The people about here think very highly 
of them and there are thousands of bushels of 
them grown. The farmers are coming here for 
>eed from twenty miles around.” 

Each year the interest has steadily grown, and 

now the number of co-workers in these tests is 
over 45,000, and the seed sent them — often of 
varieties that money could not buy— amounts 
to eighty tons. The reports that come in bear 
witness to the recipients’ good faith, ardor, and 



“I didn't have good results 
with my plot this year/’ one 
recently writes; “my dog killed 
a ground-hog in the middle 
of it.” 

Lamentations that “my 
horse ate the heads off my 
wheat plot,” or “ the chickens 
scratched up my seeds,” only 
go to prove that the fault with 
many is over-care. Really, 
the plot would do better if set 
down in the middle of the 
grain-field. Still, Dr. Saunders 
has full right to allude to the 
farmers as his “army of co-ex- 
perimenters,” and to boast 
that no such gigantic and 
practical cooperative work for 
the improve¬ 
ment of the 
more impor¬ 
tant farm 
crops has 
ever been 
and success¬ 
fully carried 
out before. 

We come 
now to the 
work of the 
tal Farms, 
which is the 
most roman¬ 
tic of all in 
the appeal it 
makes to the 




fore Dr. Saunders began his 

and to the 
possible fu¬ 
ture develop¬ 
ment of the 
continent — 
the creation 
of things al¬ 
together new, 
fruits that 
will survive 
the long win¬ 
ters of the 
and grains 
will ri- 
Long be- 

i t s 


public work he had a garden 
of his own in which he had 
cross-fertilized and experi¬ 
mented for years; and, com¬ 
ing to the Central Farm, he 
brought with him from his 
little trial ground at London, 
Ontario, over eight hundred 
seedlings, raspberries, goose¬ 
berries, and currants, the 
results of his own crosses. To 
receive these he laid out on 
the great new Farm a small 
private garden with a strong 
fence about it, a hedge, now 
ten feet high, and a padlocked 
gate. Within this he stowed 
his precious collection. It 
included many sorts that are 


of value in the climate of Ontario, but they were 
not available for the Northwest Provinces, where 
scarcely any fruits were hardy enough to survive, 
except the native Manitoba plum and a few wild 
berries like the sand-cherrv. Of these fruits as 
table delicacies the less said the better — even 
so hardened an optimist as the Superintendent 
of a Northwest Farm can claim no more for 
them than that they are “excellent for can¬ 
ning/* Yet the people of the Northwest were 
no less fruit-hungry than other people. 

The fruit a farmer most wants is the apple, 
and in the Northwest Provinces the apple would 
not grow. Apples were tried by the hundreds 
— hardy apples from other parts of Canada; 
apples from Russia; seedlings raised from Rus- 

sian seed in Ottawa; crabs of the toughest 
sort; apples grown as bushes when the trunks 
killed back, and trees wrapped in canvas and 
tar-paper till May—all were tried, and all 

The Evolution of the First Apple 0) 
the Northwest 

The Western Farm Reports took on an un¬ 
usual, apologetic tone. “ I regret/* and “Unfor¬ 
tunately/* became the opening phrases of the 
sections on Apples. The casualties were dread¬ 
ful; “died this spring/' or “killed, root and 
branch," occur with deplorable persistency, in 
more cheerful moments a “List of Survivors" 
was penned. Even garden roses were easier to 


raise. Brandon succeeded in growing one 
Transcendent crab—by casing up its stem 
and filling it about with earth each winter — 
which had reports all to itself for several years 
under the heading, "Standard Crab-apple"! 
But this as a promise for the future of apple- 
growing in the Northwest left something to be 

In 1887 there had come to the Farm from the 
Imperial Botanic Gardens at St. Petersburg, 
among other packets of seeds of hardy shrubs 
and trees for trial, a packet of the seed of the 
hardy crab-apple of Siberia, Pyrus baccata, the 
berried crab. Seedlings raised from this on the 
Farm bore tiny fruits the size of a cranberry, 
and very astringent; but when they were sent to 

the Northwest Farms to be tested, they were 
reported in due time as "perfectly hardy." 

The excitement they created is tragi-comic. 
The Farms could scarcely believe that an apple 
tree had wintered in the open and stood hardy 
to the tips. But not till 1898 could Indian Head 
- the testing ground for the Northwest-— tri¬ 
umphantly report: "The first crab-apples ever 
produced on this Farm were grown this year." 
Ten trees, it seems, were covered with blossoms, 
till a late May frost culled all but a few, which 
ultimately developed into six crabs! "They were 
not large," says the report complacently, "but 
nevertheless they were perfect apples." (The 
largest was the size of a pie-cherrv!) 

Three years later, the trees were so heavy with 





fruit that they had to be propped to keep them 
from breaking. The Farm then busied itself 
with making up samples of jelly and pickles — 
“ for either of these commodities nothing better 
could be desired." 

But far more important than the jelly these 
tiny fruits could produce was the promise 
they contained in their hardy sap of a possible 


apple for the Northwest plains. The Director 
took immediate advantage of it. He crossed the 
berried crab, and also its cousin, Fyms prunifo - 
lia, a fruit a little larger and equally hardy, with 
a few good eating apples that were absolutely 
hardy at Ottawa. Four years after the first 
seed was planted, these prompt little cross-breds 
began to bear. Their fruit was several times 
larger and many times more palatable than that 






of their sour little mother. It was less astrin¬ 
gent, sweeter, and juicier, ranking very fairly 
with our standard crab-apples. They were at 
once grafted on to the stock of their tough par¬ 
ent, the berried crab, and were distributed, as 
fast as Nature would permit, to the Northwest 

Some Experiments in Grafting 

Meanwhile, these Farms had been trying their 
own experiments. They were grafting on young 
trees of the berried crab such table apples and 
crabs as had proved most nearly hardy through 
the long winters. And they were raising seed¬ 
lings from them, too, in the hope that such as 
survived might prove stronger than the parent 
tree. Each of these ventures turned out suc¬ 
cessfully. Apples not hardy on their own roots 
proved to be so on the wood of the tough 
crab tree. Seedlings of crabs that had suc¬ 
cumbed came up and themselves lived. Best of 
all, snugly hedged within the little plots that 
had been made ready for their reception, the 
new cross-breds began to bear. Each of the 
Northwest Farms could boast an “orchard.” 

The Director was not satisfied yet. As his 
new crosses fruited, he continued to work. Of 

some he saved the seed as it stood — there was 
likelihood that it might “sport” still farther 
from the original tiny grandmother crab, and, 
while retaining her hardiness, show nearer ap¬ 
proach to the size of the other grandparent. 
This hope has just been realized. Last Septem¬ 
ber the first of these seedlings of seedlings 
to show an increase in size over its parent 
crosses fruited in the “cross-bred orchard.” 
From one tree I plucked several, larger around 
than a good-sized egg, a handsome, dark red 
fruit, slightly astringent still, but making a close 
approach to a gpod dessert apple. There is a 
very promising group of “second crosses” — 
crosses with good Eastern table apples on the first 
hardy cross — which are just beginning to show 
fruit. The fruit is larger in almost every case 
than that of the first cross. Whether the race 
will be sufficiently hardy can be determined 
only by the ordeal of the winters at I ndian 1 lead. 

Still another venture has been made. In the 
early years of the Farm there was placed in the 
arboretum a specimen tree of the wild Euro¬ 
pean apple, Pyrns Malus , bearing a tough, 
scarcely edible fruit, but hardy, and at least 
larger than the berried crab. The Director be¬ 
thought him of a cross on this too. The crosses 



were made when blooming season came, and a 
ten-foot fence was erected in the arboretum 
around the little tree. But the arboretum is a 
popular resort for the dear public, and, despite 
the ten-foot fence, the fruits were stolen before 
they were ripe. The Northwest had therefore 
to wait for its crosses on Pyrus Mains until a tree 
could be grown to bearing size behind a boy- 
proof hedge in the Director's own little pad¬ 
locked garden. There it now stands, but its 
crosses have not yet borne fruit. 

Of recent years a new enemy to the precious 
cross-breds has appeared — the twig blight. 
Pyrus baccata and its crosses are specially sub¬ 
ject to this disease. The trees begin to die at 
the tips of their branches, and nothing yet dis¬ 
covered stays the progress of the mischief. A 
very large number of the crosses, established 
after so many years of effort, have succumbed 
at Brandon and are completely dead. But some 
of the best still stand, and our courageous hy¬ 
bridizers are now turning to the blight-resisting 
sorts as the basis of a new strain that shall both 
bear good fruit and withstand the blight. One 
day the Northwest shall have its apple, hardy, 
blight-proof, and good to eat. 

The Test of a Wheat's Market Value 

Dear as a good eating apple would be to the 
settler in the Northwest, his real need is for a 
wheat. His ideal wheat must be of the very 
highest market value, in order to outweigh the 
cost of transportation to the far distant Atlantic 
seaboard. Roughly speaking, it is hardness of 
kernel and flour strength that determine a 
wheat's market value. After a new wheat has 
been bred, therefore, its flour strength must at 
once be put to the test. By the "strength" of a 
flour is meant its ability to take up a large quan¬ 
tity of water when mixed to a dough, and to pro¬ 
duce a high loaf of even crust and firm texture. 
It can be finally determined only by an actual 
baking trial. But from a few kernels of a new 
wheat an expert like the Cerealist of the Cen¬ 
tral Farm can get an idea of the value by the 
"chewing test." This consists in chewing the 
kernels for four or five minutes and then exam¬ 
ining the gluten thus obtained. The gluten most 
elastic when squeezed between the fingers marks 
the wheat that will make the strongest flour. 
The work requires patience, the Cerealist ob¬ 
serves, and a fairly good set of teeth — both 
essential to all breeders of wheat! 

After a certain amount of a wheat has been 
grown, it is subjected to an actual baking test. 
Something over a pound of it is passed through 
the two pairs of rollers and the twelve sieves of 
the experimental mill. The flour is kept for a 
month or so, and then baked in tiny pans one 

inch high by three inches across — a compro¬ 
mise between the American bread baked in the 
high-sided baking-tin and the English cottage 
loaf baked with no support. For the flour is 
being tested for use in both England and 
America. The resulting loaf looks like a very 
tempting "raised breakfast biscuit." Minute 
observations on it are recorded, one of the 
most important facts to the baker being the 
amount of water taken up by the flour (a 
large amount gives a dough easier to work) 
and the amount of water retained during baking 
(a large amount of water sells profitably at 
several cents a pound). Nutritive value and 
flavor are not important enough to record. A 
commercial flour is for the commercial baker, 
the consumer, here as elsewhere, takes his 

The strongest flour, therefore, does not 
inevitably make the best bread; but it is in 
demand throughout the world's markets for 
mixing with other sorts too low in strength, 
and the supply of it is limited. The No. 1 
Hard wheat that produces it, therefore, always 
commands the highest price. 

How an Accident Produced Canada's 
Finest Wheat 

For Canada, the chief source of No. i Hard 
wheat is the famous "Red Fife," introduced as 
long ago as 1842 by a Scotchman, David Fife, 
then living in "Canada West," now Ontario. 
The Canadian Agriculturist of 1861 gives this 
account of its origin: A Glasgow friend sent Mr. 
Fife, early one spring, a quantity of wheat that 
he had got from a cargo straight from Dantzic. 
Mr. Fife sowed it in the spring, but it proved to 
be a winter wheat that should have been kept 
till the autumn to be put in. None of it ripened 
save three ears, sprung, apparently, from a sin¬ 
gle plant — a plant that was to prove a verita¬ 
ble Jack's bean-stalk in its growth for Canada. 
Mr. Fife wanted a wheat for spring sowing, and 
saved the seed from his three precocious ears, 
planting it the following spring. He sowed it 
too late and in a shady place.— so this fairy tale 
of wheat-growing tells us,— yet at the harvest it 
stood free from rust when all the wheat in the 
neighborhood had rusted. Mr. Fife carefully 
preserved the seed again, and from it sprang the 
wheat that will perpetuate his name forever in 
Canada. The search-light of modern criticism 
has recently been turned on this charming story. 
A few years ago the Cerealist of the Central Farm 
discovered that one of his imported wheats from 
Galicia (three hundred miles from Dantzic) was 
completely identical with Red Fife: Canada's 
greatest wheat came to her as a chance grain or 
so in the wrong bundle! 



Red Fife, with its variety White Fife, is so 
high in quality and so large in yield that it serves 
as a standard throughout the Dominion. Car¬ 
ried by settlers from Ontario to Manitoba and 
the Northwest Territories, it seemed only to im¬ 
prove; and, where it can be grown, it takes the 
lead among Canadian wheats. Many millers are 
unwilling to buy any other kind. 

But Red Fife is slow to ripen. Up to a cer¬ 
tain latitude it can be depended upon to produce 
the much-desired No. 1 Hard. Beyond this, far¬ 
ther north in the plains, or up in the higher alti¬ 
tudes with their shorter summers, the settler 
was brought up short every year with the ques¬ 
tion as to whether he could harvest his crop as 
No. 1 Hard before the dreaded August frost, or 
should have to dispose of it, after freezing, as 
"Grade 5," for cattle feed. Farther north still, 
he realized that, despite the richness of the un¬ 
touched soil, the question was taking the form, 
Can I raise wheat at all? 

Pushing the Wheat Line Northward 

The Story of Wheat is one of the romances of 
humanity. If Canada was to grow, she must 
grow northward; and there her need was for a 
wheat of the highest grade, but, above all, of 
the earliest ripening. Millions of fertile acres 
waited to yield up their holdings to him who had 
in his hand a wheat that could mature in that 
short summer. Every day that could be saved 
by early ripening would push the wheat line 
one step farther northward. This was the 
challenge of the North to man. How was it 
to be met? 

Letters from a Moravian missionary "labor¬ 
ing in the higher altitudes of the Himalayas" 
had fallen under the eye of Dr. Saunders, and 
he was quick to notice the significance of refer¬ 
ences in them to native wheats, ripening in the 
brief season of those mountain-sides. Lord 
Dufferin, then Viceroy of India, had been Gov¬ 
ernor-General of Canada. His interest was read¬ 
ily enlisted, and through his cooperation several 
bushels of different wheats "collected by the 
Government of 1 ndia for the benefit of Canada," 
some of them from an altitude of eleven thou¬ 
sand feet, came over to try a new climate. The 
Himalayan wheats ripened, the earliest of them, 
in ninety days. Red Fife takes one hundred and 
five days. But they yielded only three and a 
half to ten bushels an acre, where Red Fife 
yielded twenty-five. It was obvious that they 
were not worth considering. 

However, early-ripening wheats may be found 
in high latitudes as well as at high altitudes. 
Russia is a great wheat country, so it was nat¬ 
ural to turn next in the search to her northern 
regions. Upon application, Goegginger, the noted 

seed dealer of Riga, recommended to the Farms 
a wheat from Lake Ladoga north of St. Peters¬ 
burg— a latitude six hundred miles farther 
north than the city of Winnipeg. This Ladoga 
wheat was imported in quantity, part of the 
shipment being distributed to farmers through¬ 
out the Northwest. It did better than the I lima- 
layan. It ripened ten days before Red Fife and 
gave a large yield; but it produced a yellowish 
flour, and though it has already proved a boon 
to the settler of the far Northwest for his own 
use, its quality is not high enough for an export 

But if these imported wheats arc not in them¬ 
selves valuable, why might they not be made 
the basis of a new stock? Why should it not 
be possible, by cross-breeding them with Red 
Fife, to produce a wheat that should combine 
the earliness of the foreign parent with the yield 
and quality of the home-bred? Work to this 
end was begun in 1888 by the Director, with the 
able assistance of Mr. W. T. Macoun, Horticul¬ 
turist of the Central Farm. 

The Long Search for an Parly- 
Ripening Wheat 

The wheat flower is one of those in which both 
the stamens and the pistil are found in the same 
bloom, so that, left alone, each flower fertilizes 
itself, the poljen falling from the anthers upon 
the pistil. To cross-fertilize, the covering chaff 
must be separated from one of the tiny wheat 
flowers that has not yet reached maturity. 
With a pair of small forceps the anthers are re¬ 
moved. This flower is now ready to be fertilized 
with pollen brought from the matured flower of 
another variety. An anther from such a (lower 
is brushed gently over the pistil to be fertilized, 
till the latter is covered with pollen. The flower 
case is then closed as before. When the opera¬ 
tion is completed, the head is tied up in a little 
paper bag to protect it from foreign wind-borne 
pollen, and attached to a bamboo cane to hold 
it upright, and so left till harvest time. Each 
kernel, when sown the following season, forms 
the starting-point of a new variety. With all 
the skill trained hands can bring to the work, 
the ripened kernels are always few. After six 
years of experiment, Dr. Saunders reports seven 
hundred kernels produced - half a teacupful - 
the result of five thousand flowers carefully 

From these first crosses have sprung several 
wheats now widely grown in the Northwest. 
The best three are of one parentage Red 
or White Fife crossed with Ladoga - and are 
named Preston and Stanley and Huron. They 
were sent, as early as possible in their existence, 
to the Northwest Farms, and from the first made 



a brave showing on the test plots there, side by 
side with Red Fife, sometimes outranking it in 
productiveness, and always maturing earlier. 
They ripened, in favorable seasons, from four to 
six days earlier than Red Fife; in a cold and back¬ 
ward year, when the ripening was slow and there 
was need for speed, they seemed to outdo them¬ 
selves, their advantage in earliness being then 
ten or twelve days. In some instances Preston 
won by as much as two weeks. As to their qual¬ 
ity, they were pronounced by experts to be 
practically on a par with Red Fife, both for 
bread-making and for general selling. The 
farmers reported hundreds of acres planted with 
the new sorts, particularly Preston, and many 
millers paid the same price for it as for Red 

Records Made by the New Wheats 

The new wheats have kept every promise they 
made on the test grounds. They not only ripen 
from four to twelve days earlier than Red Fife, 
but they often give a better yield, even in a good 
season; and always, when frost has to be en¬ 
dured. They have done wonders for wheat¬ 
growing in the colder districts in the past few' 
years. Unfortunately, their flour is of a deeper 
yellowish color than that from Red Fife, and, 
a more serious defect, it does not possess the 
same extraordinary baking strength. Dr. 
Charles Saunders, nowCerealist at the Farm, by 
the utmost care in re-selection, breeding in each 
case from one particularly promising plant, has 
already improved these strains. His new Stan¬ 
ley now' produces flour of a color identical with 
that from Red Fife. 

A still more precious single plant he spied one 
day six years ago when walking through the 
trial plots. 11 is such moments as these that lend 
dramatic touches to the life of the hybridist. 
In a plot of Red Fife, one plant stood ripe four 
days before the rest of the plot was ready for 
harvest. The seed sprung from that plant now 
amounts to several bushels— absolutely price¬ 
less. Only a Red Fife a few days early; but a 
“few' days” in this campaign to the northw'ard 
means hundreds of miles and millions of bushels. 

One other wheat promises better still— the 
best of all, so far. It has been named the 
“Marquis,” and was distributed for the first 
time last year. Here is a wheat that ripens w ith 
Preston and Stanley and Huron, ten to twelve 
days before Red Fife. Better still, in color and 
flour strength, the few bushels thus far grown 
actually surpassed Red Fife of the same year. 
Marquis sounds too good to be true; a position 
above Red Fife is not finally assured by the 
records of only one season. But there is little 
question that this variety is the greatest achieve¬ 

ment in wheat-raising at the Farms. By this 
year's returns, w'hich have just come in, Marquis 
still holds its lead; Brandon, where a high yield 
for Red Fife is forty-five bushels, reports for 
Marquis in 1909 a yield of fifty bushels to the 

Hundreds of new r wheats, sprung from his 
crosses in the past few years, are now being prop¬ 
agated by the Cerealist, and other hundreds are 
coming forward. ”The work,” he says, “is just 
now f reaching the period of greatest interest, 
during which the most rapid advances may be 
expected”—and this after twenty years! Of 
these wheats only a few will be wanted in the 
end. The task of crossing, propagating, fixing, 
testing, and finally of deciding between them 
and throwing out the less worthy, is long and 
hard. New strains are not established over¬ 
night. It is very easy to “create” a large and 
miscellaneous collection of hybrid plants; but 
the perfect fixing of a type is often the labor 
of years. The “sensations” of horticulture look 
better on paper than they do in the field. The 
real progress is slow' and incredibly silent-footed. 

Dr. Saunders and his assistants have been very 
careful not as yet to recommend any of their 
new varieties to displace Red Fife as a main 
crop, w'here early autumn frosts are not feared. 
Even in such districts, however, the early 
wheats give the settler a chance to make the 
best use of his always limited “help.” Where 
a w'ide crop is ripe and ready w ithin a few days, 
he must cut some of his wheat still unripe in 
order to get the rest cut before it shells; with 
the same acreage ripening by relays, the har¬ 
vesting is spread over several weeks, and the 
entire crop may be cut w hen at its best. 

Millions of Acres Opened to Settlement by 
the New Wheats 

But the real achievement of the new wheats 
is their march north, across the parallels. Offer¬ 
ing their harvest a week, and in the more unfa¬ 
vorable seasons even tw'o w eeks, earlier than the 
old sorts; making a better pace, too, as the 
days lengthen to seventeen or eighteen hours 
of sunlight; they are conquering for wheat¬ 
growing slowly, surely,millions of acres of virgin 
land lying north of the present wheat-fields. Dr. 
Saunders, says a w'itty observer, has made the 
Canadian summer ten days longer. 

And the great national result of all this? The 
land is of the richest; its price is enticingly low'; 
the new wheats are ready to grow' on it. Canada 
offers land and w'heat, and bids the new settler 
welcome by every means in her pow'er. As a 
result, there are pouring across her borders and 
over her great plains every year, now, tens of 
thousands of the best of our farmers from the 

4 1B 


Dakotas, Minnesota, Iowa — the best in ex¬ 
perience, in initiative, in equipment of imple¬ 
ments and money — an exodus comparable only 
to the New England exodus of half a century ago 
which built up our own great West. The last 
fiscal year saw the largest emigration on record 
— sixty thousand American citizens, and wealth 
estimated at sixty million dollars, gravitating, 
almost the whole of it, to the great Canadian 
wheat-lands. Canada is solving her immigra¬ 
tion problem in a way of which she may 
well be proud — at the expense of the United 

If, of the lands available for wheat-growing, 
but still unoccupied, one quarter were under 
wheat at the average yield, Dr. Saunders esti¬ 
mates that the wheat crop of Canada would be 
over 850,000,000 bushels annually, and Canada 
would be the largest wheat-producing country 

in the world. And if these figures seem over- 
large, too full of the buoyant hope of the man 
whose life has been spent to help them come 
true, at least they do not stand alone. Set be¬ 
side them the utterance this past summer of a 
countryman of our own, Mr. W. C. Tiffany, one 
of the editors of the Northwestern Miller . He 
is speaking of the Province of Saskatchewan 
alone: "Ten years ago, Saskatchewan produced 
less than 5,000,000 bushels of wheat; last year 
she produced over 43,000,000. In ten years 
more she promises completely to change the 
conditions of the wheat markets of the world." 

Saskatchewan's wheat crop for the present 
year, estimated at 84,000,000 bushels, shows 
that this great prophecy is already on the way 
to fulfilment. In helping it come true the Ex¬ 
perimental Farms will have contributed their 
impressive share. 




H ERE lay the perilous gray sea, 

And there the anxious-minded land, 

And still the gale at the pebbles and the sand 
Was tugging manfully. 

And if the fields were green, not we, 

Here trudging to the wind, could know; 

And deemed far-wandering Spring too wise to sow 
Her flowers against the sea. 

It seemed a mist the storm had blown 
About our feet — so pale it grew. 

It glanced and turned; and briefly it was blue, 

Then gray as every stone. 

Fast rooted where the boulders were, 

And breasting out the August gale, 

We found our only flower. It was the pale. 

The brave sea-lavender. 







Sir Charles Worgan, 

Newspaper Proprietor. 

Francis Worgan, Wanderer. 

John Worgan, Provincial Doctor. 

Saul Kendrick, Manager of Worgans, Ltd. 
Holt St. John, Theatrical Manager. 

Samuel Cleland, His Stage Manager. 

Simon Macquoid, Dramatic Critic. 

James Brindley, Earthenware Manufacturer. 

Edward Brindley, His Son. 


Emily Vernon, Widow. 

Mrs. Cleland (Henrietta Blackwood). 
Annie Worgan, Wife of John Worgan. 
Mrs. Worgan, Mother of the Worgans. 
Mrs. Downes. 

Servant at John Worgan's. 

TIME: To-day. 


The first act opens with a meeting between Sir Charles Worgan, the most powerful newspaper proprietor 
in London, and his brother, Francis Worgan, a traveler and dilettante, who has just returned to England 
after an absence of nineteen years. Francis Worgan, not having kept in close touch with his family, is sur¬ 
prised to learn that his brother has become a millionaire and a knight through the vast power that he wields 
as the owner of the biggest and most sensational London daily and about forty lesser publications. His 
remarkable success as a yellow journalist is, however, somewhat counterbalanced by the fact that "cultured” 
people consider his newspapers vulgar and refuse to take him seriously. His brother Francis suggests that 
the only way to overcome this prejudice is to marry some charming, intelligent woman, and proposes Emily 
Vernon', a former playmate of theirs, who is now a young widow, and has gone on the stage. In the course 
of their conversation Emily Vernon enters, having come to ask Sir Charles to give his financial backing to 
the Prince's Theatre, an "advanced” theatrical enterprise in which she is involved, and which is tottering 
on the verge of ruin owing to the impractical business methods of its manager. Sir Charles promises his 
support and consents to see her manager on the following day. 


Notes on Characters in This Act 

Ho€T St. John. — Theatrical manager. A man of the finest artistic taste. Otherwise a brute, espe¬ 
cially in manner. A biggish man. He cares for nothing and nobody when his artistic ideas are at stake. 
Occasionally there is something wistful in his voice. Age about 50. 

Henry Cleland. — Stage manager. A little, obsequious man with sharp features. A time-server, 
and capable of duplicity. Profound admirer of his wife. Age 46. 

Mrs. Cleland (Henrietta Blackwood).— A fine actress. Too good for the public. Wearing out after 
a long and arduous career; but she can still play virgins. Disillusioned, naturally. Isn't quite sure whether 
she has ever been a genuine "star” or not, in the eyes of the public. Kind-hearted. Great admiration for 
St. John. Age unknown. 

Same scene. Time: Monday morning. (Disk, blue.) Sir Charles is alone, dictating into the dictaphone. 

Sir C. I must have a reply by return, or it is 
off. Yours faithfully. . . . Lord Rugby. 

My dear Rugby, All my excuses for not coming 
round last night to the smoker. I was pre¬ 

vented by the most urgent business. You 
never know in my trade what may turn up. 
See you, I suppose, at the Committee — 
[Enter Kendrick and Emily Vernon, r.] 


Sir C. [finishing quickly ] — meeting of the 
A. C. next Thursday, Yours sincerely. [He 
jumps up] 

Kendrick. 1 met Mrs. Vernon in the street 
and piloted her up. 

Sir C. [nervous, shaking hands with Emily]. 
Good morning. Have this chair, will you? 

Emily [questioningly]. No worse for the ad¬ 

Sir C. [smiles awkwardly]. Oh, no! 

Kendrick [to Sir Charles]. 1 say, have 
you had the figures of the Sunday Morning 

Sir C. No. 

Kendrick. You were right about that 
"Crimes of Passion” series, by Jove! Thirty- 
six thousand up! Twenty-five thousand up 
last week! What about it, eh? 1 came across 
a ripping one yesterday. The Halifax murder 
in 1886; began with an adultery. I just wanted 
to ask you- 7 1 ; ' ] 

Sir C. [slightly disturbed ]. All right* All 
right! I've got a meeting on here at twelve. 
Half a moment! [Hastens to door l. and opens 
it] I say, Frank. Oh! you are there! Come 
and look after Mrs. Vernon. [To Emily.] Ex¬ 
cuse me two seconds, will you? Now, Ken¬ 
drick! [Exeunt Sir Charles and Kendrick, 
r. Enter Francis, taking off his gloves] 

Francis. Well, Emily. [They shake hands] 

Emily. You seem to be quite installed here. 

Francis. I'm the darling of the place. My 
dramatic criticism is said to be snappy without 
being vicious. And now I've been appointed 
head of the obituary department, at my own 
request. Add this to my chairmanship of the 
Prince's Theatre, Limited - 

Emily. Why the obituary department? 

Francis. It seemed to give the widest scope 
for humour. And, you know, humour is just 
what this place is short of. 

Emily. 1 thought you published lots of 
comic papers. 

Francis. Have you ever seen one of our 
comic papers? 

Emily. No. 

Francis. Well, have a look at one. . . . 

No, that's hardly friendly. Don't have a look 
at one. 

Emily. And is that your room now? [indi¬ 
cating door l.] 

Francis. That is my. room. I'm on the 
very steps of the throne. 

Emily. I should never have guessed that 
you would settle down here. 

Francis [mock-con fidenti ally, in a lower 
voice]. I sha'n't. My only rule is never to 
settle down. But as an amateur of human 
nature I couldn’t miss such a unique oppor¬ 

tunity of studying the English mind as fed by 
the Worgan press, and the English ideal as 
mirrored in the British theatre. Could I? I 
shall probably give myself a year of this ex¬ 
citement. More would not be good for me. I 
suppose you're here for the meeting? 

Emily. Yes. It seems it isn't exactly a for¬ 
mal meeting. 

Francis. Merely a chat, I'm told. Instead 
of being chairman I shall be just a plain per¬ 
son, like you or Charlie or the Chief. 

Emily [quietly]. Charlie was talking to me 
about it yesterday. 

Francis [slightly lifting his eyebrows]. Oh! 

Emily [looking away from Francis]. He 
called to see me. 

Francis. Where? 

Emily. The natural place. My rooms. Where 
should you have called if you'd wanted to see 
me? . . . However, I'll be candid with 

you. I was just as startled as you are— more, 

Francis. I'm — why should you be startled? 
Unless, of course, it’s a nunnery that you in¬ 

Emily. Put yourself in the position of the 
poor but virtuous actress spending a pleasant 
Sunday afternoon washing imitation lace — 
when in walks Sir Charles Worgan, millionaire. 

Francis. But, after all, Charlie is only 

Emily. That's where you're wrong. He’s a 
good deal more than Charlie. So 1 concealed 
the lace. 

Francis. Did he come in the motor? 

Emily. He came on his feet. Why? . 

Francis. Nothing. Only he started out in 
the motor. 

Emily. I daresay it broke down. 

Francis. And he came back in it. 

Emily [impatiently]. Indeed! Well, there's 
another mystery of a motor-car, that's all! The 
point is that he called to consult me. 

Francis. What about? 

Emily. About the next production at the 
Prince's. You see, I have always read plays 
for the Chief. That's really how the Chief 
came to take me on, and I suppose that's why 
they gave me a share in the company and called 
me a director. He seemed to be quite disturbed. 

Francis. Who? Charlie? 

Emily. Yes. He said he understood that 
the next production was to be "The Merchant 
of Venice.” 

Francis. So it was. 

Emily. The Chief appears to be changing his 
mind. Just recently he's read "The Lion's 
Share”— that Welsh piece by Lloyd Morgan. 

Emily [deeply moved]. You aren’t going to throw me over? 



Francis. Stage Society? 

Emily. Yes. He went to one of the re¬ 
hearsals, and he's tremendously keen on it. 

Francis. Really! [Taking tickets and pro¬ 
gramme from his pocket.] Yes. That's it. I'm 
going to see it this afternoon. They've sent 
me a couple of tickets. Care to come? 

Emily. You needn’t be so stuck up with 
your two tickets. I went last night. 

Francis. Why, you informed me not long 
since that it was impossible to get tickets for 
Sunday night performances of the Stage So¬ 
ciety. You said even duchesses were glad to 
crowd into the gallery, and critics hadn't a 
dog’s chance. 

Emily. Charles had got tickets somehow. 
He left a stall for me and asked me if I'd go. 
He told me he might be there himself, but he 
wasn’t sure. 

Francis. And was he? 

Emily. Yes. [With a trace of self-conscious - 
ness , after a pause] He had the next stall to 

Francis [nodding his head]. Extraordinary 
how shy that youth is about being intellectual! 
He told me he was going to a smoking concert. 
Was it a success— the Welsh thing? 

Emily. Oh, yes. But that’s nothing. Any¬ 
thing would be a success in London on Sunday 
night. People are so grateful. 

Francis. Then you didn't like it? 

Emily. On the contrary. I adored it. 

Francis. Did Charlie? 

Emily [shakes her head; a little pause]. He 
didn't see it. 

Francis. I suppose it's one of those dis¬ 
agreeable plays, as we say in the Mercury — 
the disastrous effect of French influence on the 
Nonconformist mind. 

Emily. It was so real that I could have- 

Francis. You confirm my worst suspicions. 

Emily [smiling]. You're bound to enjoy it. 

Francis. But Charlie didn't? 

Emily. And yet, you know, he is clever — 
don’t you think so? Just look at what he’s 
done with the Prince's! Don't you think he's 
frightfully clever? 

Francis. Clever isn't the word. 

Emily. What is the word? 

Francis. There isn't a word. I've lived 
with Charlie now for four months, and I've 
looked carefully through the dictionary, and 
I've satisfied myself that there isn’t a word. 
Charlie baffles. 

Emily. Yes, that’s why he's so fascinating. 

I was only thinking, as 1 walked back last night 

- [stopping; in a different voice] 1 may as well 

tell you we walked back together after the the¬ 
atre to my square. It was such a lovely night. 

Francis. It was. [Enter Page-boy with St. 

Page-boy. Mr. St. John. [Exit] 

Francis [rising]. Good morning, St. John. 
How are you? 

St. John. Mondayish. [To Emily.] Hello! 
What are you doing here? 

Emily [shaking hands with him]. Good morn¬ 
ing, Chief. Sir Charles asked me to come. 

St. John [displeased]. Oh! [Enter Sir 
Charles, r., quickly] 

Sir C. Morning, St. John. [Shakes hands] 
Thanks for being so prompt. 

St. John. 1 thought you wanted to have a 
chat with me? 

Sir C. So I do. But it occurred to me after¬ 
wards there couldn't be any harm in asking all 
the other directors. [He takes record out of 

St. John. Do you mean to say Cleland and 
his wife are coming? 

Sir C. Well, my dear St. John, surely your 
stage manager and your leading lady ought to 
be consulted, if any one ought, especially as 
they're directors. 

St. John. Is this a board meeting, or isn't 
it? If it is, why hasn't it been properly sum¬ 
moned? I don’t set up as a cast-iron devotee 
of business rules, but- 

Sir C. Not strictly a board meeting. 

Francis. Rather, a meeting of the board. 
[To Sir Charles.] There’s no “chair," I 
take it? 

Sir C. No, no; quite unnecessary. Now, 
St. John, I jus: want to state a few things 
[looking at clock]. Well, of course, if the Cle- 
lands are late, we can't help it. Anyhow — 
[pause, as if making up his mind] — I’ve been 
going into the accounts, and it may be said 
that we’ve turned the corner—but not very 
far. There's been a profit of about a hundred 
pounds on the last three months—since the 
company was definitely formed. A hundred 
pounds in three months is not much. It will 
just pay the interest on the debentures. Of 
course it would have been larger but for the 
matinees of “The Broken Heart." On the 
other hand, it would have been smaller—in 
fact, there would have been a loss — if we had 
paid proper salaries. The directors get noth¬ 
ing, as directors. Mr. Cleland and Miss Hen¬ 
rietta Blackwood accept rather nominal sal¬ 
aries, partly because they’re together, but no 
doubt partly on account of Mrs. Cleland's— er 
— advancing age; the other members of the 
troupe are equally ill-paid. As for you, St. 
John, your remuneration as manager is — 
well, inadequate. 

St. John. Don’t you worry about that. 



You can put it that what I receive is for play¬ 
ing a small part now and then. For my pro¬ 
ducing, there's no question of adequate re¬ 
muneration. Couldn't be! Frohman himself 
couldn’t remunerate me adequately for my 
producing! I’m the greatest producer on 
earth. Every one knows that. 

Sir C. Well, there it is! All 1 want to point 
out is that we are at a critical period in our 
career. We mustn't be too satisfied with our¬ 
selves. We must consolidate our position. 
The future depends on what we do now. Our 
present bill will probably run another couple 
of months. 

St. John. It may, or it mayn’t. I never like 
to run a piece out. I want to have something 
else ready in three weeks, and I can do it. 

Sir C. That's just what I'm anxious to dis¬ 
cuss. Do you really mean that you can do a 
Shakespearean production in three weeks? 

St. John. I've decided against “The Mer¬ 
chant of Venice." I thought you understood 
that. I’m going to do “The Lion's Share." I 
saw it last night, and 1 practically arranged 
with the author — Lloyd Morgan, or Morgan 
Lloyd, or whatever his name is. It's a great 
thing. Let everybody take notice of what I 
say! It's a great thing! 

Sir C. I also saw it last night. It may or 
may not be a great thing — I don't pretend to 
be a judge - 

St. John. That's all right, then. I do. 

Sir C. But I pretend to be a judge of what 
will succeed. And I don't think “The Lion's 
Share" would succeed. I’m quite sure it isn’t 
i a certainty. 

St. John. It’s no part of my scheme to pro¬ 
duce certainties. As far as that goes, I've 
never met one. More money has been lost on 
certainties than would pay off the bally Na¬ 
tional Debt. My scheme is to produce master- 

Sir C. And if the public won't come to see 
If them? 

St. John. So much the w'orse for the public! 
The loss is theirs! 

Sir C. It seems to me the loss will also be 
,, ours. 

Francis [ soothingly ]. St. John means that 
the public and ourselves will share the loss. 
But w'hereas we shall know exactly how r much 
we have lost, the public will be under the dis¬ 
advantage of never guessing that it has lost 
anything at all. 

Sir C. [in a low tone to Francis]. Just let 
me speak, will you? [F rancis gives a courteous , 
humorous smile of consent.] 

St. John. Besides, who says the public 

won’t come? 

Sir C. I do. Another thing — “The Lion's 
Share" contains no decent part for Miss Black¬ 

St. John. I can't help that. At my theatre 
the company has got to fit the play. Let the 
old girl have a rest. God knows, she's been 
working like a camel. [Enter Pace-boy with 
Mr. and Mrs. Cleland.] 

Sir C. [to Page-boy]. Boy ! [Page-boy comes 
round to Sir Charles and waits] 

Mrs. C. I do hope we aren’t late. The fact 
is, we met my dear old father in the Strand. I 
hadn't seen him for months, and it gave me 
quite a turn. How d'ye do. Sir Charles? 
[greeting him]. 

Cleland [who has been shaking hands round, 
quietly to Sir Charles]. I got your letter this 

Sir C. [nods]. Now, Mrs. Cleland—have 
this chair. St. John is thinking of producing 
a play with no part for you. What do you say 
to that? [Hands dictaphone records to Page¬ 
boy. Exit Page-boy.] 

Mrs. C. [after shaking hands round and kiss¬ 
ing Emily]. I know what I should have said 
twenty years ago. But 1 often say nowadays 
that my idea of bliss is a dozen oysters and go 
to bed comfortably at ten o'clock. So long as 
you pay my salary, I don’t mind. Salaries 
have been so very regular lately, 1 wouldn’t 
like it disturbed. Would -you, my dear? [to 

Sir C. The question is, how long we should 
be able to keep on paying salaries, w'ith you 
out of the bill. 

Mrs. C. Now that's very nice of you, Sir 

Cleland [rubbing his hands]. “ Lion’s Share," 

I suppose you're talking about? 

Sir C. What's your view of this wonderful 
piece, Cleland? 

Cleland [askance at St. John]. Well, I only 
saw the dress rehearsal. Of course, it’s 
clever, undoubtedly clever. It may please 
the Stage Society; but if you ask me my frank 
opinion - 

St. John. Sam’s opinion is worth nothing at 
all, especially if it’s frank. W'hen he tries to 
imitate me it isn't always so bad. I didn't 
engage Sam as a connoisseur. 1 engaged him 
because his wife can act - 

Mrs. C. My old father said to me this morn¬ 
ing, “ Henrietta," 'he says, "you and I are the 
only members of the Blackwood family that 
can reallv act. I could act a railway engine. 
And I believe you could, too," he says. Didn't 
he, Sam? Excuse me, Chief. 

St. John. And also because he’s the only 
stage manager in London who’ll do what you 

. 4^4 


tell him without any damned improvements of 
his own. But as for’his views—they are in¬ 
variably vulgar. Sam would make a fortune 
if he were let alone. 

Cleland. I should. Just give me a chance. 

St. John. Not much, Sammy! Not if I 
know it! 

Sir C. What is your opinion of “The Lion's 
Share,” Mrs. Cleland? 

Mrs. C. [indignant]. Don’t ask me. How 
should 1 know? My own nephew's playing in 
it, but could he get a seat for me for last night? 
No! I've been before the London public for 
twenty-six years, but could I get in on my 
card? No. 

Francis. If you’ll give me the pleasure of 
your company this afternoon, Mrs. Cleland, 
I've got a couple of stalls. 

Mrs. C. Much obliged, Mr. Worgan. But if 
I can't go on Sunday I don't go at all. I'm 
not proud; but either I'm Henrietta Black¬ 
wood or I'm not! At least, that's how I look 
at it. 

Sir C. Mrs. Vernon has seen the play- 

Mrs. C. Congratulations, my dear! 

Sir C. But I haven't yet asked her views, 

St. John. You needn’t, Sir Charles. I feel 
somehow that I can struggle on without 'em. 

Sir C. But she was put on the Board simply 
because she’d always been used to reading 
plays for you! How often have you said what 
fine taste she has! 

St. John. That's true. I value her opinion 
— when I want it. But in this case my mind 
is made up. You were sitting together last 
night, you two! I saw you. 

Sir C. That was a mere accident. 

St. John. Agreed! Accidents will happen. 
[Hums an air.] 

Sir C. [controlling himself]. As I said before, 

I don't pretend to be a judge- 

St. John. As I said before, I do. That 
about settles that, doesn't it? 

Sir C. [gravely and obstinately]. No. Speak¬ 
ing simply as a member of the public, my ob¬ 
jections to the piece, if only 1 could put them 
properly — of course it’s not my line to ex¬ 

St. John. Don’t let that trouble you. I 
can explain your objections. You've got three 
objections. The first is that this play is true 
to life, the second is that it's original, and the 
third is that it's beautiful. You're a bold 
financier, but you’re afraid of beauty; you de¬ 
test originality; and as for truth, it makes you 
hold your nose. Do you think I don't know 
all about your confounded objections? I'm 
turned fifty. I've spent a quarter of a cen¬ 

tury in trying to make this damned town ap¬ 
preciate beauty, and though I've succeeded 
once or twice, the broad result is that I can't 
look my greengrocer in the face. But I 
wouldn’t swap places with you. It would be 
like being blind and deaf. [Suddenly to 
Francis, as to one who'understands] I wish 
you’d seen “The Lion's Share." I know what 
you'd say! 

Sir C. [quickly]. Come, now, St. John, what¬ 
ever the private opinions of any of us may be, 

I am quite sure we shall all be agreed that this 
wonderful play of yours won't please the pub¬ 
lic. [Looks at Emily as if for confirmation.] It 
would be bound to be a frost. . . . You 

St. John [springing up]. Nothing of the 
kind! Nothing of the kind! No one ever 
caught me saying that any play on earth 
would be a frost. No really new thing ever 
yet succeeded but what all the blessed wise¬ 
acres who know the public best swore it would 
be a rank failure. Let me tell you that in the 
end you chaps are always wrong. Public taste 
is continually changing. Is it you chaps who 
change it? Not much, by heaven! It's we 
who change it. But, before we can begin to 
work, we must get past a pack of infernal rot¬ 
ters who say they have their finger on the 
public pulse. [More quietly .] Well, we do get 
past; that's one comfort. 

Mrs. C. Oh, Chief! How you carry on, to 
be sure! It's worse than a rehearsal. And 
this isn't your stage, you know. 

Sir C. [smiling]. That's all right, that's all 
right. St. John is always enthusiastic. A 
month ago he was just as enthusiastic for 

St. John. Yes, but then I hadn't got my 
eye on a good modern piece. 

Sir C. I suppose you'll admit that “The 
Lion's Share" is not as good a play as 
“The Merchant of Venice." I've been read¬ 
ing “The Merchant of Venice" myself. Amcst 
interesting old play! Now, there s beauty, to 
use your own word, if you like. 

St. John. Sudden discovery of a hitherto 
neglected author by the proprietor of the Daily 

Sir C. All this is not argument. 

St. John. My excellent Sir Charles, any ass 
of an actor-manager can produce Shakespeare. 

Francis. Excuse me, St. John, I don't wish 
to interrupt a duel, but you told me exactly 
the contrary not long since. You said there 
wasn't an actor-manager in London who 
understood Shakespeare enough to make even 
a decent call-boy in a Shakespearean pro¬ 



St. John. And I was right. Some day I’ll 
show ’em. But I’m not going to spend my 
time on Shakespeare when I’ve got a first-class 
modern production all waiting. It's the 
Shakespeares of the future that I’m on. 

Sir C. Now, seriously, St. John - [A 


Cleland. The wife is a really tremendous 
Portia , Chief. Aren’t you, Henrietta? 

Mrs. C. He knows. He saw me at the old 
Novelty in ’89. 

Sir C. And I was thinking that Jessica was 
the very part for Mrs. Vernon — I hope you 
won’t deny that it’s about time Mrs. Vernon 
had a decent show [half laughing]. 

St. John [coldly]. Since you've mentioned 
it, I may as well tell you, I’ve decided that 
Mrs. Vernon must leave the Prince’s com¬ 

Emily. Chief — you aren’t - [5fo^5.] 

Sir C. [annoyed]. Now what’s this? [ Gen¬ 
eral surprise] 

St. John. I’m not satisfied with her work. 
The truth is, I never was. I was taken by her 
enthusiasm for a good thing. But what’s that 
got to do with acting? 

Emily [deeply moved]. You aren't going to 
throw me over? I’ve always tried my very 
best. What do you think I shall do if you 
throw me over? 

Sr. John. I don’t know. Whatever you do, 
you oughtn't to *ict any more. Because it 
ain’t your line. You’re simply painful in “The 
Mayor of Casterbridge,” and no one knows it 
better than you. 

Mrs. C. Don't listen to him, Emily. 

St. John [growling]. You needn’t think I’m 
not sorry for her. But I won’t have all my 
productions messed up for evermore just be¬ 
cause I’ve been unfortunate enough to engage 
an actress who can’t act. I want a fine pro¬ 
duction, and I mean to have it. I don’t care 
twopence for anything else. I’m not a phi¬ 
lanthropist. I’m a brute. Everybody knows 
that. [Emily moves away from the others , and 
tries to control herself] 

Sir C. You're not going to - 

St. John [challenging him with a stiff look]. 
I’m not going to have any favourites in the 

Sir C. Favourites? 

St. John. Yes, favourites. I mean nothing 
offensive. But I've had this on my mind 
some time. You began the subject. Now 
you know! 

Sir C. But Mrs. Vernon is a director of the 

St. John. Who made her a director of the 
company? You did; just as you made your 

brother the nominal chairman. Not that I 
mind that in the least. She can be a director 
of forty companies so long as she doesn’t act 
on my stage. 

Sir C. Your stage? 

St. John. My stage. 

Sir C. The company’s stage. 

St. John. Damn the company! 

Sir C. You can’t damn the company. The 
company saved you when you never expected 
to be saved. The company put you on your 
legs, and put the theatre on its legs. The 
company gave you two thousand pounds' 
worth of shares for a goodwill that was worth 
nothing. The company gave shares to Mr. 
Cleland and Miss Blackwood for arrears of 
salary, and the same to Mrs. Vernon. My 
brother and 1 bought shares. On all these 
shares the company will pay good interest, if 
only a little common sense is shown. Surely 
Mrs. Vernon has deserved better of you than 
to be dismissed! Without her - 

St. John. Without her 1 shouldn’t have had 
your help. 

Sir C. Exactly, since you care to put it that 

St. John. Well, since I care to put it 
that way, Sir Charles, I don't know that 
I’m so desperately grateful. What have 
you done, after all? You insisted on an 
orchestra, to keep the audience from think¬ 
ing; you invented a costume for the pro¬ 
gramme girls, and made a rule that they 
must be under twenty-five and pretty; and 
you put up the price of the programmes 
from twopence to sixpence. You plastered 
the West End all over with coloured posters 
that would make a crocodile swoon. And 
that's about all. 

Sir C. I put order into the concern; and I 
gave you the support of all my journals, in¬ 
cluding the most powerful daily paper in 

St. John. Thank you for nothing! The 
most powerful daily paper in London has got 
me laughed at by all my friends. I’m not 
likely to forget the morning after the first per¬ 
formance of “The Broken Heart,” when the 
most powerful daily paper in London talked 
for three quarters of a column about the es¬ 
sential, English, breezy, healthy purity of the 
Elizabethan drama. 

Mrs. C. I remember they called me Harriet 
instead of Henrietta. 

Francis. A misprint. [To St. John.] It 
was all a misprint. 

Sir C. [quietly]. Still, the public comes 

St. John. Yes, and what a public! 



Sir C. There'S only one sort of public. It's 
the sort that pays. 

St. John. Let it fork it out, then, and ac¬ 
cept what 1 choose to give it! I'll choose my 
plays, and I'll choose my players. I'm sorry 
for Emily, but I can't help it. So long as I'm 
the manager, I’ll be the manager. I'll keep a 
free hand. 

Sir C. [threateningly]. If you wanted to keep 
a free hand, you ought not to have accepted 
my money. 

St. John. Look here, Sir Charles, don't you 
try to come the millionaire over me. You 
may be a millionaire in your private capacity, 
but when you discuss the theatre with me 
you're simply a man who doesn't know what 
he’s talking about. 

Mrs. C. Chief, you're losing your temper. 

St. John. Shut up! 

Sir C. You are the manager, but I'm the 
largest shareholder, and I hold all the 
debentures. I can always outvote you. I 
won’t consent to Shakespeare being shelved. 
Shakespeare was your own idea, not mine. 
Why can't you stick to it? Why do you 
want to produce a morbid play that must 
fail? You may take it from me, I've got 
no use for a frost. Every one knows I’m in 
the Prince's. I don't choose to be associated 
with failures. And, above all, I won't con¬ 
sent to the dismissal of Mrs. Vernon. Is 
that clear? 

St. John [approaching him, very quietly]. 
Do you want to get rid of me? 

Sir C. No. I only want you to behave rea¬ 

St. John. Oh! That's all you want, is it? 
Will you buy me out? 

Sir C. Certainly, if you wish it. 

St. John [furiously ]. Well, then, do! I re¬ 
sign! See? 1 resign. You’ve saved a fine 
enterprise, and ruined it at the same time. 
Cleland's your man. Put your two wooden 
heads together, and you’re bound to make a 
howling success of the Prince's. Cleland'll 
carry out your theories for you. Cleland’s no¬ 
tion of realism in art is potted primroses on a 
river's brim. Get it at once. In six months 
you'll be playing musical comedy at the 
Prince’s— [pause] and “House full” over the 
portico [scornfully] — a thing that’s never been 
seen in my time! ... I resign. 

Sir C. You aren't serious. 

St. John. Do you take me for a bally clown? 
[Solemnly.] I'm always serious. [To Mrs. 
Cleland.] Good-bye, old girl! [Exit back, 
with a violent banging of the door.] 

Mrs. C. [with a passionate outburst, rising I. 
St. John! 

Cleland [to his wife]. Sit down and be 

Mrs. C. [half hysterical]. Loose me! St. 
John! [She rushes out after him, crying. 
Noises in the corridor.] 

Sir C. [to Francis]. Just go and quieten 
them, will you? There'll be a regular scene 
out there in a minute. We can't have the 
whole building upset. 

Francis. That's all very well- 

Sir C. [insisting]. There’s a good fellow. 
[Exit Francis.] I say, Cleland. 

Cleland. I’ll look after her. 

Sir C. [a little anxiously]. She won't throw 
us over? 

Cleland [confidently]. Leave that to me. 

Sir C. [after a glance at Emily]. I'll telephone 
you later in the day with an appointment. I 
haven't time now. 

Cleland. Good! [Shakes hands] Splendid, 
Sir Charles. [Exit] 

Emily. I must go too [rising]. 

Sir C. Here! Wait a bit. Sit down half a 
minute. You can't go like that. 

Emily [ 51 / 5 ]. I don't suppose there ever was 
another man as rude as the Chief. What a 
brute! But he's always the same—simply 
never cares for anything except his own ideas. 
There's nothing he wouldn’t sacrifice for them. 

Sir C. Well, he'd got me to deal with! 

Emily. The thing that surprised me most 
was the way you kept your temper. 

Sir C. Oh! that's nothing! 1 can generally 
keep my temper when I see the other man 
is losing his. It was only when he began 
talking about favourites that I nearly let my¬ 
self go. 

Emily. Seeing us together last night at the 
theatre—that must have made him think 
we’d been plotting against him. 

Sir C. And yet we hadn't, had we? I don't 
know even now what you really think about 
that play. 

Emily. “The Lion's Share"? I quite agree 
with you that it wouldn't have a chance with 
the public. 

Sir C. But you think it's a fine play? 

Emily. Why do you think I think that? 

Sir C. Well, from what you said last 

Emily. I was careful not to say. We both 
rather kept off it, / thought. 

Sir C. Then from what you didn’t say. 

Emily. Yes, I think it’s fine. 

Sir C. Do you? [genuinely pulled] And 
you think Francis'll like it too? 

Emily. Yes. 

Sir C. Queer! I suppose there must be 


something in it. I wish you’d explain it to 
me— 1 mean, what you see in it. 

Emily. Oh! 1 can't explain. It’s just a 
matter of taste. 

Sir C. You explained lots of things in "The 
Merchant of Venice/' anyway. 

Emily. Oh, Charlie, 1 didn't! 1 only just- 

Sir C. Yes, you did. In fact, you made me 
quite keen on it. That's one reason why I 
was determined not to let St. John throw it 
over. But if "The Merchant of Venice" were 
a great success, I wouldn't mind "The Lion's 
Share" being done at matinees. 

Emily. That wouldn't satisfy him. He'd 
never give way. And, what's more — he'd 
never give way about me. [Thoughtfully.] 
He’s quite right, you know. I can't act. 
[Smiles.] 1 expect it's because I'm too intel¬ 

Sir C. Of course you can act. 

Emily. How do you know? You've never 
seen me. 

Sir C. I'm sure you can. 

Emily. And what’s going to happen now? 

SirC. Happen? Nothing! The theatre will 
go on. Do you think I can’t run a theatre? I 
knew there'd be a rumpus. In fact, 1 brought 
it on, because things were bound to come to 
a crisis between St. John and me sooner or 
later, and sooner is always best. So I came 
to a clear understanding with Cleland in 

Emily. Did you? 

Sir C. Yes. I had to know exactly where I 
stood. And Cleland is a very good man. 
You’ll see. I'll make that theatre hum. 

Emily. It was awfully good of you, sticking 
up for me. 

Sir C. Not at all. I'll sign you a contract 
for three years, if you like. 

Emily [nervously]. Well, of course I'm not 
in a position to refuse offers of that kind. 
But, really, you are awfully kind. I must tell 
you— I’d no idea you were so good-natured. 
Most people have got an entirely wrong notion 
of you. / had at the start. 

Sir C. How? 

Emily. They think you’re as hard as nails. 
And the truth is, you're fearfully good-natured. 

Sir C. No, I'm not. 

Emily. Well, look how you’ve behaved to 
me! I can't thank you, you know. I never 
could thank any one for anything— anything 
serious, that is. 

Sir C. [pleased at this revelation; confiden¬ 
tially]. That's funny, now! I’m just the same. 
Whenever I have to thank people, I always 
begin to blush, and I feel awkward. 

Emily. 1 know, I know. [After a pause.] 


And yet, I ought to thank you. This makes 
twice you've saved me. 

Sir C. Saved you? What are you talking 

Emily. Well, what do you suppose I should 
have done if you and Francis hadn't been in 
the affair and St. John had had his way? 
Where should I have been? I've got nothing 
to fall back on. I’ve been alone for four years 
now, and every penny I’ve spent I’ve had to 
earn. And till this year I never made a hun¬ 
dred and twenty pounds in a single year. I 
wasn't brought up to earn, that’s why. I'm 
very conceited, and, if you ask me, I think I'm 
a fairly finished sort of article; but I can’t do 
anything that people want doing. You don’t 
know what I’ve been through. No one knows 
except me. You don’t know what you've 
saved me from. No! I couldn't have begun 
that frightful struggle over again, I couldn't 
have faced it. It’s too disgusting, too humili¬ 
ating. I should have - 

Sir C. [disturbed]. But look here, Emily- 

Emily. Yes, I know! One oughtn’t to 
speak like that. It makes everybody so un¬ 
comfortable. Never look back at a danger 
that's passed! And yet — the first time I saw 
you here, and I managed to joke about altering 

frocks - Never shall I forget my relief ; it 

was painful how glad I was! I'm always look¬ 
ing back at that. . . . And then, to-day, 

without a moment's warning! Oh, dear! . . . 
And now you say a contract for three years! 
[Gives a great sigh of relief .] Why, it’s heaven; 
it's simply just Paradise! 

Sir C. [going to door r. and opening it]. I say, 
Kendrick. Just see I’m not disturbed, will 
you? Put a boy outside my door. 

Kendrick [off]. All right! Meeting still 

Sir C. Yes. [He puts red disk up, and then 
comes back to Emily]. Now— er— look here, 
of course, I'm rather peculiar; I can only do 
things in my own way; but look here— there 
are one or two things I want to talk to you 
about. To begin with, do you know why I've 
never been to a performance at the Prince's 
when you were in the cast? 

Emily. No. 

Sir C. Well, it was because 1 didn't want to 
see you acting in public. [Walks about] 

Emily. But - 

Sir C. I'm like that, that's all. 1 knew you 
were obliged to earn your living, but 1 couldn t 
stand seeing you doing it on the stage. You 
may call it sentimental. I don't know. I’m 
just telling you. There's another thing. Do 
you know why I insisted on you and old woman 
Cleland being on the Board of Directors? 



Emily [shakes her head]. I don't think any¬ 
body quite understood that. 

Sir C. Well, it was because I thought if you 
were on the board I should have good oppor¬ 
tunities of seeing you without being forced to 
make them. I simply added Mrs. Cleland as a 
cover for you, so that you wouldn't look too 
conspicuous. What price that for a scheme? 

Emily. Now, Charlie, don't go and make me 
feel awkward. 

Sir C. You've got to feel awkward. And 
so have I. I've told you those two things so 
that you can't say I'm being sudden. I'm 
putting the matter before you in a straight¬ 
forward way. I want you to marry me. 

Emily. Charlie! 

Sir C. That's what it is. I know I'm pe¬ 
culiar, but l can't help it— I can't say what I 
want to say. I mean I can't bring myself to 
say it. Now, for instance, there's that word 
"love." Curious thing— I can't use it! When 
I hear of men saying to women, " I love you," 

I always think to myself, "Well, / couldn't say 
it." Don't know why! It would be as much 
as I could do to say, "I'm awfully fond of 
you." And I couldn't say even that without 
being as awkward as if I were giving thanks. 
And yet, I am. 

Emily. You are what? 

Sir C. You know what. Of course, if we 
hadn't been born in the same town, and almost 
in the same street, I expect I shouldn't have 
been able to talk like this to you. 1 should 
have had to be most rottenly artificial. Un¬ 
derstand me, don’t you? 

Emily. Perfectly. I’m just the same. 

Sir C. Are you? That's all right, then. I 
suppose everybody from the Five Towns is. 
Well, what do you say? 

Emily. It's so sudden. 

SirC. Oh! damn it all, Emily. That's really 
a bit too thick, that is! After what I've told 
you! Are you going to sit there and stick me 
out that you’d no idea I was above a bit gone 
on you? 

Emily. I — Charlie, you are awful! 

Sir C. Did the idea ever occur to you that 
I might ask you to marry me? Or didn't 

Emily [after a pause]. As questions are being 
put — when you got up this morning, did you 
intend to propose to me to-day? 

Sir C. No. But every morning I say to 
myself, "One of these davs I shall have to 
do it." 

Emily. When did you make your mind up 
to do it to-day? 

Sir C. About five minutes ago. 

Emily. Why? 

Sir C. Because of the way you talked. 
How do I know? Because you made me feel 
so queer. I couldn’t bear for another minute 
the notion of you worrying yourself to death 
about a living and the future, while all the 

time I — I- There are some things I can 

not stand. And one of 'em is your worrying 
about starvation. . . . It’s quite true, I 

am as hard as nails, but I'm all right. Nobody 
else can say it for me, so I must say it myself. 
I'm all right - 

Emily [leaning forward]. How much are you 

Sir C. About a million and a quarter. 

Emily. Well, can’t you see how ridiculous it 
is, you marrying me? I haven’t a cent. 

Sir C. Now listen here, Emily. If you're 
going to talk nonsense we'll chuck it. What 
in the name of heaven does it matter to me if 
you haven't a cent? 

Emily. I — I don't know- 

Sir C. No. I should imagine you didn't! 

Emily. You could marry—high up [lifting 
her arm]. In the peerage. Why, you could 
marry practically anybody. 

Sir C. I know. 

Emily. Well, why don't you? 

Sir C. Because I don't. You're the sort of 
woman for me. What you said just now is 

Emily. What was that? 

Sir C. You're a fairly finished sort of article. 
You’re an intellectual woman. I know I’m 
not so very intellectual, but it’s only intellectual 
people that interest me, all the same. 

Emily. Charlie, don't call yourself names! 

Sir C. You can help me, more than any¬ 
body. You've done a good bit for me as 
it is. 

Emily. Why, what have I done? 

Sir C. It's thanks to you that I’m in this 
theatre affair. And I like that. It's the kind 
of thing I’m after. And do you know who 
gave me the idea of giving a hundred thousand 
to Oxford? You! The first time you were 

Emily. Really? 

SirC. Certainly. 

Emily. I ought to tell Oxford about that. 

Sir C. We should have the finest house in 
London, you know. I'd back you to do the 
hospitality business as well as any duke's 
daughter that was ever born. You’d soon get 
hold of the right people. 

Emily. What do you mean by the right 
people? Not what they call "society" people? 
Because if you do-! 

SirC. [stamping his foot]. No, no! Of course 
I don’t. I mean intellectual people, and the 



johnnies that write for the reviews, and two or 
three chaps in the Cabinet. I could keep you 
off the rotters, because 1 know 'em already. 

Emily. It's all too dazzling, Charlie. 

Sir C. Not a bit. 1 used to think that mil¬ 
lionaires must be different from other people. 
But I'm a millionaire, and I'm just the same 
as 1 always was. As far as dazzle goes, there's 
nothing in it; I may as well tell you that. 
Well - ? 

Emily. I can't give you an answer now. 

Sir C. Oh, yes, you can. You must. I’m 
not the kind of man that can wait. 

Emily [rather coldly ]. I'm afraid you’ll have 
to wait. 

Sir C. [i crestfallen ]. But you surely must 
know what you feel? 

Emily. My dear Charles, 1 do not know what 
1 feel. 

Sir C. [< disappointed ]. When shall you 


Emily. I can’t say. 

SirC. Honest? 

Emily. Of course. 

Sir C. But can't you give me an idea? 

Emily. Of what? 

Sir C. Whether it'll be yes or no. 

Emily [with an outraged air]. Certainly 

Sir C. Well, I can tell you one thing: if you 
throw me over — I—I don’t know what I 
shall do. No, I'm damned if I do. 

Emily [stiffly]. Good morning, Charlie. 

Sir C. Look here. Why are you cross? 

Emily. I'm not cross. 

Sir C. You look as if you were. 

Emily. Well, good morning. [She goes to 
door, hack, and opens it. Boy is seen standing 
there. Then she shuts the door and returns to 
Sir C.] 

Emily. I - [Sir C., after gating at her, 

suddenly seizes her and kisses her— a long 

Emily. 1 suppose I did know all the time. 

Sir C. What are you crying for? 

Emily [inconsequently and. weakly]. This 

kind of thing must be awfully bad for the 

Sir C. [reflectively]. Well! So that's done. 

I say- [Kisses her again. The telephone 

hell rings. They start guiltily] 

Sir C. [at instrument]. Hello! Who is it? 
Yes. It's me. Oh! [To Emily.] It’s Francis. 

Emily [quickly]. You mustn’t tell him. 

Sir C. No, no, of course not. [At instru¬ 
ment] What did you say? Yes. Yes. She’s 
— er— still here. All right. I say, he doesn’t 
seem like giving way, I hope? . . . Good! 

[Rings off] 

Sir C. Francis has gone off with St. John to 
the Garter- 

Emily. The Garter? 

Sir C. The restaurant where we generally 
lunch. He wanted to warn me to go some¬ 
where else. He says St. John is quite calmed 
down now, but the sight of me might rouse 
him again. Like Francis, isn't it? 

Emily. I forgot to tell you that no one 
must on any account know for at least three 

Sir C. All serene. But why? 

Emily. I can't do with it seeming too sud¬ 
den — after the scene this morning, and with 
Henrietta here, too! Besides, when it’s known, 
we shall have to go down at once to Bursley, 
to see your mother. You may depend on 

Sir C. Think so? I don’t seem to see my¬ 
self doing the happy lover in Bursley. 

Emily. Neither do I. But it will come to 
that. And I must have time to get my breath 

Sir C. Let’s go and have lunch somew'here, 

Emily. Where? 

Sir C. The Carlton? 

Emily [after a sigh]. How r lovely! [Goes to 
glass to pat her hair. Sir Charles, looking at 
her, gives a little boyish, absurd gesture of tre¬ 
mendous glee , then rings a bell. Enter Page¬ 

Sir C. [sternly]. Taximeter. 








I T was November 10, 1909 — a day that 
will surely have its place in history beside 
that other day, eighty-five years ago, 
when George Stephenson drove the first 
railway locomotive between Stockton and 
Darlington. In the great square of the Brennan 
torpedo factory at Gillingham, where the fight¬ 
ing-tops of battleships in the adjacent dockyard 
poise above the stone coping of the wall, there 
was a track laid down in a circle of a quarter of 
a mile. Switches linked it up with other lengths 
of track, a straight stretch down to a muddy 
cape of the Medway estuary, and a string of 
curves and loops coiling among the stone and 
iron factory sheds. The strange thing about it 
was that it was single— just one line of rail 
on sleepers tamped into the unstable “made’' 
ground of the place. 

And there was Brennan, his face red with 
the chill wind sweeping in from the Nore, 
his voice plaintive and Irish, discoursing, at 
slow length, of revolutions per minute, of 
"precession/’ and the like. The journalists 
from London, who had come down at his invi¬ 
tation, fidgeted and shivered in the bitter morn¬ 
ing air; the affair did not look in the least like 
an epoch in the history of transportation and 
civilization, till — 

"Now, gentlemen,” said Brennan, and led 
the way across the circle of track. 

The Trial of the First Practical 
Mono-rail Car 

And then, from its home behind the low, 
powder-magazine-like sheds, there rode forth 
a strange car, the like of which was never 
seen before. It was painted the businesslike 
slatyblue gray of the War Department. It 
was merely a flat platform, ten feet wide 
by forty feet long, with a steel cab mounted 
on its forward end, through the windows of 
which one could see a young engineer in 

tweeds standing against a blur of moving 

It ran on the single rail; its four wheels 
revolved in a line, one behind another; and 
it traveled with the level, flexible equilibrium 
of a ship moving across a dock. It swung 
over the sharp curves without faltering, 
crossed the switch, and floated — floated is 
the only word for the serene and equable 
quality of its movement—round and round 
the quarter-mile circle. A workman boarded it 
as it passed him, and sat on the edge with his 
legs swinging, and its level was unaltered. It 
was wonderful beyond words to see. It seemed 
to abolish the very principle of gravitation; it 
contradicted calmly one's most familiar in¬ 

Every one knows the sense one gains at 
times while watching an ingenious machine at 
its work— a sense of being in the presence of 
a living and conscious thing, with more than the 
industry, the pertinacity, the dexterity, of a 
man. There was a moment, while watching 
Brennan's car, when one had to summon an 
effort of reason to do away with this sense of 
life; it answered each movement of the men 
on board and each inequality in the make¬ 
shift track with an adjustment of balance irre¬ 
sistibly suggestive of consciousness. It was an 
illustration of that troublous theorem which 
advances that consciousness is no more than 
the co-relation of the parts of the brain, and 
that a machine adapted to its w r ork is as con¬ 
scious in its own sphere as a mind is in its 

The Car Takes Sharp Curves While Un¬ 
evenly Loaded with Forty Passengers 

The car backed round the track, crossed to 
the straight line, and halted to take us aboard. 
There were about forty of us, yet it took up our 
unequally distributed weight without disturb- 

Reprinted from McClure's for December . DtV 




ance. The young engineer threw over his lever, 
and we ran down the line. The movement was 
as “sweet” and equable as the movement of a 
powerful automobile running slowly on a smooth 
road; there was an utter absence of those jars 
and small lateral shocks that are inseparable 
from a car running on a double track. We 
passed beyond the sheds and slid along a narrow 
spit of land thrusting out into the mud-flanked 
estuary. Men on lighters and a working-party 
of bluejackets turned to stare at the incredible 
machine with its load. Then back again, three 
times round the circle, and in and out among 
the curves, always with that unchanging state¬ 
liness of gait. As we spun round the circle, she 
leaned inw’ard like a cyclist against the centrifu¬ 
gal pull. She needs no banking of the track 
to keep her on the rail. A line of rails to travel 
on, and ground that will carry her weight—she 
asks no more. With these and a clear road 
ahead, she is to abolish distance and revise the 
world's schedules of time. 

“A hundred and twenty miles an hour,” I 
hear Brennan saying, in that sad voice of 


his; “or maybe two hundred. That's a de¬ 

In the back of the cab were broad unglazed 
windows, through which one could watch the 
tangle of machinery. Dynamos are bolted to 
the floor, purring under their shields like com¬ 
fortable cats; abaft of them a twenty-horse¬ 
power Wolseley petrol-engine supplies motive 
power for everything. And above the dynamos, 
cased in studded leather, swinging a little in 
their ordered precession, are the two gyroscopes, 
the soul of the machine. To them she owes her 

Simplicity of the Car's Mechanism 

Of all machines in the world, the gyroscope is 
the simplest, for, in its essential form, it is no 
more than a wheel revolving. But a wheel re¬ 
volving is the vehicle of many physical princi¬ 
ples, and the sum of them is that which is known 
as gyroscopic action. It is seen in the ordinary 
spinning top, which stands erect in its capacity 
of a gyroscope revolving horizontally. The 


apparatus that holds Brennan's car upright, 
and promises to revolutionize transportation, is 
a top adapted to a new purpose. It is a gyro¬ 
scope revolving in a perpendicular plane, a steel 
wheel weighing three quarters of a ton and spin¬ 
ning at the rate of three thousand revolutions 
to the minute. 

Now, the effect of gyroscopic action is to re¬ 
sist any impulse that tends to move the revolv¬ 
ing wheel out of the plane in which it revolves. 
This resistance can be felt in a top; it can be 
felt much more strongly in the beautiful little 
gyroscopes of brass and steel that are sold for 
the scientific demonstration of the laws govern¬ 
ing revolving bodies. Such a one, only a few 
inches in size, will develop a surprising resist¬ 
ance. This resistance increases with the weight 
of the wheel and the speed at which it moves, 
till, with Brennan's gyroscopes of three quar¬ 
ters of a ton each, whirling in a vacuum at three 
thousand revolutions per minute, it would need 
a weight that would crush the car into the 
ground to throw them from their upright plane. 

Readers of McClure's Magazine were made 

familiar with the working of Brennan's gyro¬ 
scope by Mr. Cleveland Moffett's article in the 
issue of December, 1907. The occasion of that 
article was the exhibition of Brennan's model 
mono-rail car before the Royal Society and in 
the grounds of his residence at Gillingham. For 
a clear understanding of the first full-sized car, 
it may be well to recapitulate a few of the char¬ 
acteristics of the gyroscope. 

When Brennan made his early models, he 
found that, while the little cars would remain 
upright and run along a straight rail, they left 
the track at the first curve. The gyroscope 
governed their direction as well as their equilib¬ 
rium. It was the first check in the evolution of 
the perfect machine. It was over ten years be¬ 
fore he found the answer to the problem— ten 
years of making experimental machines and 
scrapping them, of filing useless patents, of 
doubt and persistence. But the answer was 
found — in the spinning top. 

A spinning top set down so that it stands at 
an angle to the floor will right itself; it will rise 
till it stands upright on the point of equal fric- 



The axle-end (C) corresponds to the point of the top. If, in turning a curve, the car-body (F) should com¬ 
mence to lean to the left, the projecting segment (G) would rise and touch the axle (C) of the right-hand 
balance-wheel. The balance-wheel would thereupon tend to rise at right angles with G, just as a top tends 
to rise at right angles with the surface on which it spins. This action would counteract the leaning tendency 
of the car-body and restore the equilibrium of the car. 

tion. Brennan’s resource, therefore, was to 
treat his gyroscope as a top. He enclosed it in 
a case, through which its axles projected, and 
at each side of the car he built stout brackets 
reaching forth a few inches below each end of 
the axle. 

The result is not difficult to deduce. When 
the car came to a curve, the centrifugal action 
tended to throw it outward; the side of the 
car that was on the inside of the curve swung 
up and the bracket touched the axle of the 
gyroscope. Forthwith, in the manner of its 
father, the top, the gyroscope tried to stand up¬ 
right on the bracket; all the weight of it and all 
its wonderful force were pressed on that side of 
the car, holding it down against the tendency to 
rise and capsize. The thing was done; the spin¬ 
ning top had come to the rescue of its posterity. 
It only remained to fit a double gyroscope, with 
the wheels revolving in opposite directions, and, 
save for engineering details, the mono-rail car 
was evolved. 

What Would Happen if One of the 
Gyroscopes Broke 

Through the window in the back of the cab 
I was able to watch them at their work — not 

the actual gyroscopes, but their cases, quivering 
with the unimaginable velocity of the great 
wheels within, turning and tilting accurately to 
each shifting weight as the men on board moved 
here and there. Above them were the glass oil- 
cups, with the opal-green engine-oil flushing 
through them to feed the bearings. Lubrica¬ 
tion is a vital part of the machine. Let that 
fail, and the axles, grinding and red-hot. 
would eat through the white metal of the 
bearings as a knife goes through butter. It is 
a thing that has been foreseen by the inventor: 
to the lubricating apparatus is affixed a danger 
signal that would instantly warn the engineer. 

“But,” says Brennan, “if one broke down, 
the other gyroscope would hold her up — till ye 
could run her to a siding, anyway.” 

“ But supposing the electric apparatus 
failed?” suggests a reporter — with visions of 
headlines,perhaps. “Supposing the motordriv- 
ing the gyroscopes broke down; what thenr” 

“They’d run for a couple of days, with the 
momentum they've got,” answers the inventor. 
“And for two or three hours, that 'ud keep her 
upright by itself.” 

On the short track at Gillingham there are no 
gradients to show what the car can do in the 






way of climbing, but here again the inventor is 
positive. She will run up a slope as steep as one 
in six, he s'ays. There is no reason to doubt him; 
the five-foot model that he used to exhibit could 
climb much steeper inclines, run along a rope 
stretched six feet above the ground, or remain 
at rest upon it while the rope was swung to and 
fro. It would do all these things while carrying 
a man; and, for my part, 1 am willing to take 
Brennan’s word. 

Louis Brennan himself was by no means the 
least interesting feature of the demonstration. 
He has none of the look of the visionary, this 
man who has gone to war with time and space; 
neither had George Stephenson. He is short 
and thick-set, with a full face, a heavy mous¬ 
tache hiding his mouth, and heavy eyebrows. 
He is troubled a little with asthma, which 
makes him somewhat staccato and breathless 
in speech, and perhaps also accentuates the pe¬ 
culiar plaintive quality of his Irish voice. There 
is nothing in his appearance to indicate whether 
he is thirty-five or fifty-five. As a matter of 
fact, he is two years over the latter age, but a 
man ripe in life, with that persistence and belief 

in his work which is to engineers what passion 
is to a poet. 

The technicalities of steel and iron come easily 
off his tongue; they are his native speech, in 
which he expresses himself most intimately. 
All his life he has been concerned with machines. 
He is the inventor of the Brennan steerable tor¬ 
pedo, whose adoption by^he Admiralty made 
him rich and rendered possible the long years of 
study and experiment that went to the making 
of the mono-rail car. He has a touch of the rich 
man’s complacency; it does not go ill with his 
kindly good humor and his single-hearted pride 
in his life work. 

It is characteristic, 1 think, of his honesty of 
purpose and of the genius that is his driving 
force that hitherto he has concerned himself 
with scientific invention somewhat to the exclu¬ 
sion of the commercial aspects of his contriv¬ 
ance. He has had help in money and men from 
the British Government, which likewise placed 
the torpedo factory at his disposal; and the 
governments of India and—of all places — 
Kashmir have granted him subsidies. Railroad 
men from all parts of the world have seen his 




model; but he has not been ardent in the hunt for 
customers. Perhaps that will not be necessary; 
the mono-rail car should be its own salesman: 
but, in the meantime, it is not amiss that a great 
inventor should stand aloof from commerce. 

New York to San Francisco between 
Dawn and Dawn 

But, for all the cheerful matter-of-factness of 
the man, he, too, has seen visions. There are 
times when he talks of the future as he hopes it 
will be, as he means it to be, when " transporta¬ 
tion is civilization." Men are to travel then on 
a single rail, in great cars like halls, two hundred 
feet long, thirty to forty feet wide, whirling 
across continents at two hundred miles an hour 
— from New York to San Francisco between 
dawn and dawn. 

Travel will no longer be uncomfortable. 
These cars, equipped like a hotel, will sweep 
along with the motion of an ice-yacht. They 
will not jolt over uneven places, or strain to 
mount the track at curves; in each one, the 
weariless gyroscopes will govern an unchanging 
equilibrium. Trustful Kashmir will advance 
from its remoteness to a place accessible from 
anywhere. Street-car lines will no longer be a 
perplexity to paving authorities and anathema 
to other traffic; a single rail will be flush with 
the ground, out of the way of hoofs and tires. 
Automobiles will run on two wheels like a bicy¬ 
cle. It is to be a mono-rail world, soothed and 
assured by the drone of gyroscopes. By that 
time the patient ingenuity of inventors and 
engineers will have found the means to run 
the gyroscopes at a greater speed than is 
now possible, thus rendering it feasible to use 
a smaller wheel. It is a dream based on good, 
solid reasoning, backed by a great inven¬ 
tor's careful calculations; H. G. Wells has 
given a picture of it in the last of his stories 
of the future. 

The Attitude of Railroad Men Toward 
the Gyroscope 

Practical railroad men have given to the 
mono-rail car a sufficiently warm welcome. 
They have been impressed chiefly by its suita¬ 
bility to the conditions of transportation in the 
great new countries, as, for instance, on that 
line of railway that is creeping north from the 
Zambesi to open up the copper deposits of 

northwestern Rhodesia, and on through Central 
Africa to its terminus at Cairo. Just such land 
as this helped to inspire Brennan. He was a 
boy when he first saw the endless plains of Aus¬ 
tralia, and out of that experience grew his first 
speculations about the future of railway travel. 
Such lands make positive and clear demands, if 
ever they are to be exploited for their full value 
to humanity. They need railways quickly laid 
and cheaply constructed; lines not too exacting 
in point of curves and gradients; and, finally, 
fast travel. It is not difficult to see how valu¬ 
able the mono-rail would have been in such an 
emergency as the last Sudan War, when the 
army dragged a line of railway with it down 
toward Omdurman. Petrol-driven cars to re¬ 
place the expensive steam locomotives, easy 
rapid transit instead of the laborious crawl 
through the stifling desert heat—a complete 
railway instalation, swiftly and cheaply called 
into being, instead of a costly and cumbersome 

The car went back to her garage, or engine- 
shed, or stable, or whatever the railway man 
of the future shall decide to call it. Struts 
w'ere pulled into position to hold her up, the 
motors were switched off, and the gyroscopes 
were left to run themselves dow r n in forty- 
eight hours or so. When the mono-rail comes 
into general use, explained Brennan, there will 
be docks for the cars, with low brick walls 
built to slide under the platforms and take 
their weight. 

While his guests assembled in a store-shed to 
drink champagne and eat sandwiches, he pro¬ 
duced a big flat book, sumptuously bound, and 
told us how his patents were being infringed on 
in Germany. On that same day there w'as an 
exhibition of a mono-rail car on the Brennan 
principle taking place at the Zoological Gardens 
in Berlin; the book was its catalogue. It was 
full of imaginative pictures of trains fifty years 
hence, and thereto was appended sanguine 
letter-press. While there sounded in our ears 
the hum of the gyroscopes from the car housed 
in the rear, I translated one paragraph for him. 
It was to the effect that one Brennan, an Eng¬ 
lishman, had conducted experiments w'ith gyro¬ 
scopes ten years ago, but the matter had gone 
no further. 

"There, now," said Brennan. 




"The Cannibal King loved crocodile stew, 

And roasted missionary too. 

Which he thought was quite too-too. 

The king of the cannibal islands/' 

T HE Twin Devils, having been ban¬ 
ished by their elders from the ball 
field, for good and sufficient cause, 
came trudging down the lane to the 
school grounds, yelling the song at 
the top of their lungs. 

It was quiet in the yard. Old Mose, the prin¬ 
cipal, was away in town, the tutors were out 
walking or off the grounds somewhere, and all 
the boys were up on the ball field on the hill, 
from which their distant yells were wafted 
faintly down on the intermittent spring 
breeze—all, that is, but the Twins and the 

The Twins wheeled into the yard, still sing¬ 
ing their song, and stopped below the windows 
of the King in the dormitory. The olive win¬ 
dow-shades were all down, and there was no 
sign of life in the room. The Twins suspected 
it to be inhabited. 

“Aw, come out here, King/' howled the 
Microbes; “come on out. We won’t hurt you. 
Come on out and tell us how you got con¬ 

No answer. 

“Krash Koosha," the Chinee began, in a 
monotonous and grotesque voice, repeating the 
handbill which the King gave out before his 
church lectures. The other Twin joined in: 

“ Krash Koosha, the Heir of Zozoland, a real 
African Prince, brought from his jungle home 
by delated American missionaries, will speak at 
the Congregational vestry Wednesday night, 
wishing to secure funds to help him complete 
his education and return to spread abroad the 
glad gospel light in his benighted land. He will 
show and explain the strange costumes, wea¬ 
pons, and utensils of his people. He will pray 
and sing 'From Greenland’s Icy Mountains’ in 
the Zozo tongue. He will tell how he was con¬ 
verted. Let all come and hear this worthy 
young man. Admission, fifteen cents; children 
five cents." 

A long pause, but no movement in the cur¬ 
tained room. 

“Aw, what’s the use, Cannie?" yelled the 
Chinee. “Come on out, that’s a good feller. 
We won’t touch you, honest." 

“Nor make fun of you, either." 

Still no demonstration of life from the room. 
After successive volleys of gravel against the 
window, the Twins wearied of their amuse¬ 

“He ain’t there," said Pinkie. "Say, I'll 




play you a game of tennis for the sodas before 

‘Til go you," said the Chinee. 

The two scampered away to the court. As 
they turned the corner of the building, the edge 
of the olive-green shade was lifted, and one big 
white eye showed peerir' furtively out. The 
King was inside. 

The old Middleton School was a survival. 
There are hundreds similar to it in little for¬ 
gotten corners of New England — the old 
academies, remnants of the old-time aristocratic 
education, being brought down to desolation 
and ruin by the rise of the great democratic 
school system. 

But, after all, there was nothing just like old 
Middleton. Its distinction lay in the character 
of its boys. Strangers who drove down the road 
when the school-yard was in full cry stopped 
and watched and wondered. White boys and 
dark boys, big boys and small boys, seethed 
and yelled and galloped to and fro together in 
one indistinguishable, motley mass. Boys from 
all the corners of the earth came up to old 
Middleton — rich men’s sons, with soft hands 
and hard hearts, under a contract to be man¬ 
aged; twice motherless children, whose fathers 
had married a second time; refugees of the great 
fitting schools, sent down for a personally con¬ 
ducted course in morals; hulking boys 
from the far West, where schools were 
poor or did not exist; swarthy, vicious, 
silent youths from Cuba and South Amer¬ 
ica; and occasionally some waif picked up 
by missionaries in 
China or Africa, 
and sent to this 
fountain-head to 
drink in the rudi¬ 
ments of our great 
moral Western 

In the midst of 
this herd of wild 
boys, the Cannibal 
King — a great, 
black, morose, 
raw-boned savage 
— stalked alone. 

He was a guar¬ 
anteed African 
prince, taken in 
an excess of zeal 
by a returning 
missionary en¬ 
thusiast. The Af¬ 
rican prince was 
much paraded at 
missionary gather¬ 

ings, and soon began to give lectures on his 
own account. He was prospered in his work. 
In the eyes of the women of a score of sew¬ 
ing societies he was a heroic figure of almost 
Old Testament proportions. 

At the other end of the'line of boys were the 
Twins. The swarthy, thick-set, moon-faced 
Chinee was the son of a Texas cattleman; the 
pale, thin-legged, red-headed juvenile eupho¬ 
niously called Pinkie was the son of a Michigan 
lumber dealer. Neither one could show an 
inch above five feet. These twain became sol¬ 
dered together at first sight, and converted 
immediately into a dual spirit of evil, known 
as the Twin Devils, which became the scourge 
of the country-side. The unhappy farmers 
came in droves to inquire when their course 
of education would come to a close. 

The Cannibal King — named by themselves 
— became their legitimate prey. 

The Twins were soon satiated with tennis. 
A close set terminated in favor of Pink, fortu¬ 
nately without recrimination or bloodshed. It 
was still a long time to supper. 

"Say, Pink," said the Chinee, "I’ll bet you 
money the heathen was in that room all 
the time." 

"Well, what difference does it make if he w'as?” 




"Oh, I'd just like to know. # Come on up to 
the conning-tower, Pink. Let's see, anyhow'." 

The two started up the stairs of the dor¬ 

"Easy, now, Pink, easy," said the Chinee, 
"or he'll get onto us." 

They tiptoed into their room, in an agony of 
caution. The Chinee immediately threw him¬ 
self on the floor and applied his eye to the 
conning-slit, which, in less technical language, 
consisted of a hole in the wall, executed with a 
high degree of workmanship by these accom¬ 
plished youths. On the other side it opened 
through an unused register in the side wall into 
the King's room. The small aperture in the 
room of the Twins was carefully concealed by 
a flap of wall-paper. 

The Chinee remained prostrate on the floor, 
as if paralyzed with what he was seeing. Sud¬ 
denly he emerged from his contemplation. 

"Look here, Pink, quick," he said. 

"Oh, Lordy," said Pink, turning back imme¬ 
diately, "w'hat's he doin'?" 

He returned forthwith to his observations 
without waiting for a reply. 

"What kind of a game's he playing?" he con¬ 
tinued. "Oh, look at that— look at that! Say, 
Chine, he’s gone starin', jumpin' crazy." 

"Ain’t he got something there?" said the 

"Yes, he has. What is it?" 

"I couldn’t make it out; can you?" 

"No, I can't. He’s right in front of it. Oh, 
say, now he’s takin’ it away. He’s puttin' it 
up. Yes, sir, he’s got it under the mattress in 
his bed." 

After several minutes’ absolute quiet, Pink 
carefully replaced the flap over the hole and rose, 
dusting his knees. 

"Say," said the Chinee, "w'e’U come pretty 
near findin' out what that is." 

A council of war ensued. It was decided to 
make a foray and secure the object during sup¬ 
per-time. The bell for this soon rang, and the 
manoeuver w'as executed with neatness and 
precision, by craw'ling over the transom of the 
King’s door. 

Even before the approach of the relentless 
studv hour, the Tw r ins were again established 
in their room, engaged in rapt contempla¬ 
tion of their trophy, laid out on the study table 
before them. It was a strangely carved piece 
of dull black w'ood set round with gaudy 
parrot feathers. 

"What do you call it?" said the Chinee. 

" I dunno. What do you guess?" 




“Well, it might be one of those things you 
carry round for good luck — like a rabbit’s 

“Yes; or like that leather thing you see 
Catholic fellers wearin’ round their necks when 
they’re in swininiin’.” 

“That's it; it’s something like that/’ said the 

They proceeded to divide the spoil, cutting it 
into equal parts to the nicety of a hair. Then, 
putting out their light, they applied themselves 
to observation, hoping to be able to see the 
exact moment when the King should discover 
his loss. 

•Til bet it’ll be exciting when he does,” said 

“When he finds that’s gone,” said the Chinee 
impressively, “he’ll just begin to live.” 

The Twins were at last compelled to go to 
bed unsatisfied. The King noticed nothing that 
evening. But their excitement was not long 
delayed. In the early morning, before the dawn 
was yet very distinct, they were awakened sud¬ 
denly by a strange noise. 

“What is it?” whispered Pink. 

The Chinee was already out of bed, on the 

“Come here,” he said, beckoning energeti¬ 
cally; “he’s found it.” 

“Look at there,” he continued with pride. 

“Oh, Lord,” said Pink, looking, “ain’t he just 
doing things? Ain’t he, though? And ain’t he 
stacked up that room some? There ain’t a thing 
left standin’ in it, is there? Oh, look at him now. 
Look at him roll his eyes and wave his arms 
round and talk to himself. Wouldn’t that give 
you the shivers?” 

“Ain’t it great?” said the Chinee apprecia¬ 

The Twins feasted on their victim’s alternate 
periods of paroxysm and quiet until the break¬ 
fast hour. When they arrived at the meal, the 
King was already there, more silent and morose 
and dignified than ever. 

The two conspirators held conferences all 
day, and a long one after hours in the after¬ 

“Say, Chine,” suggested Pink, “that thing 
must be pretty important to him, mustn’t 


“Well, say, what are you goin’ to do with 
your half — bury it?” 

“You can if you want to; I’m goin’ to wear 
mine under my clothes,” said the Chinee, indi¬ 
cating its present location on his person. 

“Well, then, 1 suppose I’ll have to,” said 
Pink, rather reluctantly; “but supposin’ he 
caught you with it?” 

“Oh, what could he do, if he did? You make 
me tired.” 

The conference proceeded to plans for the 

“We’ve only just begun with him,” an¬ 
nounced the Chinee. 

“What’s it goin’ to be now?” asked Pink. 

“Oh, I dunno, but we can stir him up some 


“That’s right; there’s more’n one way to do 
it. 1 s’pose.” 

“There w'as a feller I knew once,” said the 
Chinee reminiscently, “told me this story: 
Once when his folks w'as away, they had a hired 
girl he didn’t like — one of these uglv things 
that was never decent to him. So he sw'ore he’d 
get even with her. 

“So they had one of these speakin’ tubes in 
her room, w f hich they hadn’t ever used. And 
the girl hadn’t been over a great while, so she 
didn’t know r anything about ’em. 

“So the first night, after she’d gone to bed. 
he sneaks dowmstairs and he goes up to the 
speakin’ tube, and groans, and hollers: 

" Four days more,— 

One. two, three, four. 

God have mercy on your soul! 

just like that. 

“Well, he was goin’ to keep on the next night 
countin’ three, and the next night tw f o— like 
that. Only the Second night she went looney. 
Yes, sir, she went wanderin’ around her room 
all night. Then they had to take her to an 

“Seems kind o’ hard on the girl,” ventured 

“Oh, I dunno,” said the carnivorous Chinee. 

“ I’d ’a ’ done it, if any girl treated me the way 
she did him.” 

“Well, what 1 was goin’ to say w r as,” con¬ 
tinued the Chinee, “why can’t we work the 
tick-tack that way on the old King’s window? 
Of course, you couldn’t say anything, but he’d 
catch on. You can get a good deal of expression 
wdth a tick-tack, if you work it right. You take 
it one — two — three — four — like that — 
just like tollin’ a bell.” 

The King being away that afternoon, the 
tick-tack was easily established. It worked that 
night beyond belief. The Twins retired to bed 
highly gratified. 

“Say, we’ve struck it rich,” said the Chinee 
proudly. “I’ll bet you there ain’t many fellers 
of our age ever saw anything like that in a civ¬ 
ilized country like this before.” 

“That’s so,” said Pink. “Only I hope he 
w ? on’t catch us at it,” he added a little un¬ 



The next day at noon recess the Twins re¬ 
turned to their room for recitation. The place 
presented a most unusual scene of disorder. 

"Say, who's been pawin’ over my clothes?" 
said the Chinee belligerently. "You?" 

“No, I ain’t, but somebody has, and mine, 

“Well, I’d like to catch the feller that did," 
said the Chinee. “I’d kill him." 

Stacking a room was no unusual affair; it 
had passed out of the minds of the Twins by 

At the first available moment in the evening 
the operations with the tick-tack were resumed. 
Pink was in command. Suddenly the string 
gave way and came back loosely into his 

"Say, look at that. Chine," he said quickly. 

“How'd that happen?" said the Chinee. 

“It just broke away in my hand. Say, you 
don’t s’pose he’s had a tick-tack worked on him 
before?" whispered Pink. 

The Chinee was already on his stomach be¬ 
fore the hole. 

“There ain’t any light in there," he said. 
“ It’s black as your hat.” 

"He was in there just a minute ago, wasn’t 


“Well, that’s funny, ain’t it?" 

“I guess he’s gone down to see Mose," said 
the Chinee finally, “and the tick-tack just wore 
off on the corner there." 

“Well, by jiminy. Chine," said Pink, "I’m 
glad of that; I was afraid he’d caught onto us 
at first." 

“Say," he said abruptly, after a little silence, 
“it wouldn't be so funny if he got to huntin’us 
instead of our huntin’ him, would it?" 

The next evening it was discovered that the 
King's room was again dark. The Twins put 
out their own light, and listened by the hole in 
the wall. 

"I’ll bet there's somebody in there,” said 
Pink. "Seems as if I could hear him breathin’, 
and every now and then there's something rub- 
bin' up against the wall." 

"Oh, he’s in there all right,” said the Chinee. 

Both Twins were unusually thoughtful when 
they went to bed. Each was discovered by the 
other to be awake very early in the morning, 
staring at the ceiling. 

"Pink?” said the Chinee interrogatively. 

"Have you slept well the last two nights?" 

" Have you heard anything?" 

"Well, yes, I have; I keep thinking I hear 
somebody singin’." 

" Do you hone stly?" 

"Yes, I do. Do you?" 

"Well, I thought I did. Probably it’s our 

“Well, if it is true, it’s the worst thing I ever 

The Chinee turned over on his side. 

"Say, look at here," he said, “was your 
things left like that last night?" 

Both Twins stiffened up in bed. "No, they 

"This room’s been pawed over again, then. 
Say, this thing’s got to stop." 

The Twins got up and investigated. 

"Come here," said Pink in a strained voice. 
"Look at this." 

"What is it?" 

" I t's a tract — one of those things the King’s 
always carryin' round with him." 


"Well, you see now who’s pawin’ over our 
things. It’s him. He’s been in here and dropped 
it while we’ve been asleep. He’s lookin’ for ibis, 
and if he finds it -" 

"Say," continued Pink, after a period of 
thought, "this thing’s gettin’ too much forme." 

"Oh, rats!" 

"Well, it is. You can’t tell what he might 
do to us." 

“Well, what could he do?" 

“He could do anything; he could murder us, 
if he got mad enough." 

"Aw, go on!” said the valiant Chinee. 

Nevertheless, that night — that long-remem¬ 
bered night — the Chinee locked and helped to 
barricade the door. The bureau and washstand 
were set against it, and a chair propped up under 
the knob to reinforce the lock. 

It was determined that a thorough watch 
should be kept. The light went out; perfect 
silence was preserved; a constant lookout was 
maintained at the hole in the wall; yet’nothing 
was accomplished but a strengthening of the 
suspicions of the Twins. 

It was coal-black in the other room. 

"He’s there listenin'," said Pink. 

“Well," said the Chinee at last, "let him 
listen. 1 'm going to bed." 

Pink followed his example. Both were soon 
in bed. 

Suddenly, in the middle of the night, that 
strange noise again — a low, crooning chant and 
the sound of metal. Each Twin lay stiff on his 
back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, waiting for 
the other. 

"Pink, Pink ," whispered the Chinee at last, 
“is that you?" 

"Did you hear it, too?" answered his bed¬ 



The Chinee had already left the bed. 

“ It's lint” said Pink, following after him. 

“He's lighted up," announced the Chinee, 
uncovering the hole. 

“Oh, cracky, Pink!" he gasped, emerging. 
“ Here’s something new. Oh, just look at that !" 

“O, Lordy!" shuddered the terrified Pink, 
“where do you s'pose he got that? Ain’t that 
the biggest knife you ever saw? Ain't that 
awful?’' He gave way to the Chinee. 

“There it is again," he said. The crooning 
song and the sound of metal again floated regu¬ 
larly and monotonously through the hole in the 

“What's he doin’?” 

“ He’s singin’." 

"That’s it," said Pink, “that's what we’ve 
been listenin’ to. Oh, just listen to that!" 

“He’s just sittin' there," stated the Chinee, 
“singin' and sharpenin', and sharpenin’ and 
singin’. Oh, he’s lavin’ for us all right.” 

“ I thought it would come to something like 
this," said Pink despondently. 

The affair affected the Chinee differently. 

“Talk about your excitement,” he said, with 
great earnestness. 

There was a weakness which had always 
handicapped the Chinee in the face of danger. 
It was giggling. The stimulus was now too 
great. He began to giggle. 

“ Shut — up!” pleaded Pink frantically. “ He’ll 
hear you. Oh, please!” 

“Did you see him hoppin’ round?" said the 
Chinee. “Oh, ain’t he a sight?" 

He started off again. Pink covered up the 
hole and began earnestly to punch him and 
kick his shins. 

Suddenly there was a new movement in the 
other room. 

“He’s goin' toward the door," gasped Pink. 
“I bet he’s heard you. He has—he has! He’s 
coming. Come over to the door and push — 

“Don’t say anything," said the straining 
Chinee, through his teeth; “just push." 

The two boys, grasping the carpet with their 
bare toes, threw the whole weight of their small 
bodies and vigorous young souls into the 
reinforcement of the barricade. 

The knob turned without a sound, and an 
awful, silent strain came suddenly on the door. 
For a big, breathless minute it continued. 
Then it fell away. The old lock, backed by 
the barricade, the chair, and the Twins, had 
held. The soft steps in the hallway died away, 
and the Twins were safe. 

“Is he gone, Chine?” whispered Pink, still 

“ Yeh." 



“Now what’ll we do?" 

“Oh. we’ll figure out something," said the 
hopeful Chinee. 

Two days and two nights this thing continued. 
Two awful days and nights the savage stalked 
the terrified Twins, seeking to come upon them 
alone. Two awful days the Twins came in 
early to prayers and recitations and dinner; 
two days they devised and planned and suffered 
and herded closely with their kind. Two awful 
nights they lay with their eyes glued to the hole 
in the wall, and listened, with the barricade 
against the door. 

“If we’re goin' to do anything, we’d better 
get at it pretty quick," said Pink, the second 
day. “ If this thing keeps on I'm going to cut 
and run home." 

“ I wisht I understood just exactly w'hat ailed 
him," answered the Chinee thoughtfully. 

“I tell you what," said Pink; “let's see what 
we can find in Mose's library." 

The Tw ; ins were accordingly soon seated in 
Mose’s library during study hours, solemnly 
looking over the “Encyclopedia of Nations." 
The Chinee was reading: 

“'Zozo, The. — An extremely savage tribe in 
Western Africa, best known from their strange 
susceptibility to religious excitement. These 
strange people are extreme fetish [that's a 
kind of idol] worshipers, and are supposed to be 
cannibals. They are said to have a belief that 
if they lose their personal fetish in any way they 
are destined to meet their death immediately, 
and such happenings render them uncontrol¬ 
lably feiocious. They are exceedingly fierce in 
their wars and personal feuds, and have most 
peculiar and revolting ways of torturing their 
enemies.' That's all." 

“I wish it had gone a little further," said 
Pink wistfully. “ I should kind of like to know 
just what they do." 

“Sounds a little fierce, don't it?" said the 
Chinee, moistening his lips. 

“Well, I guess it does." 

“ I tell you w'hat let's do," said the Chinee; 
“let's talk to Bill about it." 

Bill was the captain of the football team. His 
prestige was enormous. He was the ruler of 
the school by divine right. His influence 
was greater than that of all the teachers 
who had labored in the institution since its 

Bill being persuaded, the trio proceeded up¬ 
stairs, the Twins galloping in the lead, striking 
the front of every stair with the toes of their 
shoes, and Bill proceeding behind, with the 
stately gravity of a real football captain. 


"I'll tell it to you, Bill, just the way it is,” 
said Pink, when they were settled in the room. 
He then proceeded with the telling of the tale. 
Bill was incredulous. 

“Here, you young devils,” said he, “don’t 
you try to work any of your fairy tales on me. 
What are you givin’ us, anyway?” 

“Honest, Bill, it’s true,” said Pink. “So 
help me.” 

“Cross my heart,” said the Chinee. 

The story continued to its end. 

“Where is he now?” said Bill. 

“ He’s gone in to town with Mose to get a new 
Sunday-school quarterly or something. Maybe 
he’s getting ready for the lecture to-morrow 

“Why don’t you put it back?” 

“ Put it back? How can we put it back when 
this wild Texas Indian has cut it in halves and 
dared me to wear my piece around my neck as 
long as he does.” 

“I’ve got the end with the most parrot 
feathers,” said the Chinee irrelevantly, dragging 
out his section from its hiding-place in his 

“Why don’t you tell Mose?” said Bill, dis¬ 
regarding him. 

“Tell Mose!” said the aroused Chinee. “What 
could Mose do? No, by cracky, I don’t run 
to Mose every time 1 fall down and hurt myself. 

But I tell you what, Bill, I’ve got a scheme 
that’s worth it. If you’ll only help us, we'll 
get out of it all right.” 

The Chinee then explained his plan. It was 
found eminently reasonable, and exhilarating 
as well. Even Bill, the aged senior and football 
captain, renewed his lost youth and entered 
into the spirit of the thing. 

“Only,” said the Chinee, in conclusion, 
“don’t let him have anything to throw. You 
know those spears and things — we'll have to 
swipe ’em.” 

The rattling wagons of the farmers were gath¬ 
ering along dark country ways to the little ves¬ 
try. It was the night of the lecture by the Heir 
of the Zozos. The crowd from Middleton 
School arrived in their springless farm-wagon, 
with boards laid across the top of the box as 

Inside the little bare room, with its dim 
bracket-lamps along the wall, was the noise of 
heavy boots and the scraping of settees on the 
uncarpeted floor. Upon the raised platform, 
with its covering of red ingrain carpet, the pastor 
and the King satsidebvsideon the old-fashioned 
haircloth sofa. The Twins occupied seats to¬ 
gether in the second row. Before them, a little 
to one side, sat Bill, the football captain. The 
forces were now drawn up. 




At last the noise of getting seated died away, 
and the pastor, a mild, weak-featured man with 
a grayish beard, arose. The King, though 
taught in English before he reached the school, 
was still far from fluent. He always needed an 

The pastor began: “ I know we are all glad 
to have with us to-night a brother from the 
heathen heart of poor, benighted Africa, and 
that we shall be still more glad to hear the 
message he has to bring to us. A prince by 
birth and regal right, he has yet renounced 
the honors which are his own, and come here 
to obtain that which is beyond all price, and 
to take it home with him to his own people. 

“ I want to say here that, through some un¬ 
explained misfortune, the instruments of war 
which he usually displays have in some way 
been misplaced or lost on his way to the vestry. 
But he will show you many other curious things, 
and will pray and speak and sing in his own 
strange tongue. And I am sure that there is not 
one of us present here who will not be delighted 
with what he will see and hear to-night. 1 will 
first ask our friend to lead with a song in his 
own language/' 

The Twins were very restive. The King be¬ 
gan to sing. Somehow, he did not display his 
usual enthusiasm. He seemed moody and de¬ 
jected. His song dragged and droned. Old 

Mose noticed it, and glanced up from beneath 
his reverent eyebrows. At the close the Twins 
could stand it no longer. They gave the signal 
to Bill. 

The King was to give a native speech next, but 
it was never given. As he started up, the Twins 
simultaneously dragged to light the ruffled re¬ 
mains of the idol, and dangled them tauntingly 
before his outraged eyes. The Chinee laid his 
part tenderly in the hollow of his arm, like a doll, 
and began to fondle it; Pink held his portion 
upside down, and stealthily waved it back and 
forth before him. The eve of the tortured ex¬ 
savage caught in a moment the bright-colored 
objects in their hands. 

For a moment the restraint of the place was 
heavy upon him. Then the blood of a thousand 
howling ancestors cried aloud in his veins. He 
stiffened with anger, reached down in his coat, 
and brought to light the terrible knife. With a 
wild yell he had left the platform to fall upon 
the defenseless Twins. But, as he made his 
spring, the football captain, closing in on his 
flank, caught him in a beautiful tackle about his 
waist. They went down together in the most 
approved style, the big knife clanking and clat¬ 
tering on the floor as the negro dropped it. 
Half a dozen boys and a couple of big farmers 
were upon the prostrate King in an instant, and 
the face of Mose was looking sternly and won- 

** the blood of a thousand howling ancestors 



deringly down upon him. The Twins, having 
concealed the remains of the idol, looked sadly 
and innocently down upon the scene from where 
they stood upon their settees. Mose appre¬ 
ciated the situation immediately. 

“What have you been doing now?'* he said. 

“It must have been this, sir/' said the deep¬ 
reasoning Chinee, producing his half of the idol. 

“What is this?” said Mose, taking it. 

“ I dunno, sir. I just saw r it in his room, and I 
took it, sir. Maybe it's a kind of an idol. Prob¬ 
ably you could tell from showin' it to him, sir.” 

The principal quickly verified the Texan's 
position from the spasms of the King. Nothing 
could be done to calm the frenzy of the victim. 
He lay on his back and called loudly for the 
lives of the Twins. The minister and Mose 
failed utterly to pacify him. In the meantime 
the men and boys in the foreground wondered, 
and the women, huddled together in the rear 
of the vestry, feared greatly. The Twins were 
the only really calm individuals in the building. 

The principal finally gave up the idea of 

“ I am at least glad to discover w'hat we have 
been harboring,” he exclaimed to the minister. 

He then assigned to four of the largest 
boys the congenial task of holding down the 
infuriated King during his conveyance back 


to the school, where he was put into close 

Mose himself drove back by wav of the 
telegraph office, and sent the following mes¬ 
sage to the missionary sponsor of the King: 

“Distressing outbreak of savage nature on 
part of your ward. Demands to return to Africa. 
Unsafe for him to remain here. Come at once.” 

When he returned to the school again, he 
sought out the Twins. 

“This is pretty serious business, young men,” 
he said solemnly, “and you are responsible. 
You will have to take the consequences.” 

“Didn't you say you were glad he was ex¬ 
posed, sir?” asked the innocent Chinee. 

“When I want to discuss these things with 
you, young man,” said Mose savagely, “I'll tell 
you so. You come and see me to-morrow in my 
study. And you, too, young man. I want you 

“Yes, sir.” 

The Twins, covered with a proper sobriety, 
marched in silence out of the principal's sight 
and up into the dormitory. There, for the first 
time since their triumph, they met the football 

“Oh!” said the Twins, in simultaneous 
admiration. “Oh, Bill, but that was a dandy 




T HE house where I was born. 

Where I w'as young and gay, 
Grows old amid its corn, 

Amid its scented hay. 

Moan of the cushat dove, 

In silence rich and deep; 

The old head I love 
Nods to its quiet sleep. 

Where once w r ere nine and ten 
Now' tw r o keep house together; 

The doves moan and complain 
AH day in the still weather. 

What wind, bitter and great, 

Has swept the country’s face. 
Altered, made desolate 

The heart-remembered place? 

What wind, bitter and w f ild, 

Has swept the towering trees 
Beneath whose shade a child 
Long since gathered heartsease? 

Under the golden eaves 
The house is still and sad, 

As though it grieves and grieves 
For many a lass and lad. 

The cushat doves complain 
All day in the still weather; 
Where once were nine or ten 
But two keep house together. 


Note: The following article, by a well-known novelist, is published anonymously. It is 
interesting not only as a record of personal experience, but as the observation of a candid and 
unprejudiced mind upon a very vital subject. [Editor.] 

M Y experience as a user of alco¬ 
holic beverages is entirely differ¬ 
ent from that described by most 
temperance advocates and some 
fiction writers. And yet, in its 
essential features, it is, ! believe, far more 
typical of the average experience of the great 
majority of men who drink. 

The attack against alcohol is led by those 
who either have had no personal experience in 
the matter or else have had such a tragic expe¬ 
rience that their judgment, naturally, is warped. 
The citing of extreme cases, the depiction of 
" horrible examples/' with their vivid emotional 
appeal, may and frequently do produce more 
than a merely temporary effect upon impression¬ 
able hearers. 1 have no desire to disparage 
well-meaning efforts in a sincere and altruistic 
cause. Nevertheless, I have seen cases where 
just such methods have defeated their own 
ends. For instance, every young man in the 
actual every-day world of reality cannot help 
observing that a great many use alcohol, and 
that only a small percentage of these abuse it; 
that many drink, and only a few become drunk¬ 
ards. This comes to him, in some cases, as an 
astonishing revelation, in view of what he has 
been carefully taught to believe — and it is 
only too apt to make him discredit all the well- 
intended but sometimes intemperate methods 
of temperance advocates. He begins to smile 
at their "fanaticism," and becomes cynical and 
skeptical with regard to the whole matter, with 
results that are sometimes disastrous to himself 
and to the cause of temperance. 

However that may be, it has often occurred 
to me that if a man like myself, representing 
the vast majority of drinkers, not the small 
minority, were to tell the actual history of his 
own personal experience in the use of alcoholic 
beverages,— how he began, why he drank, 
what came of it, and what he now honestly 
thinks about the matter,— such a storv, while 

not sensational, might be of some value at this 
time, when so much attention is directed to 
the matter. 

How I Began to Drink 

1 began drinking nearly a quarter of a century 
ago, while still a boy at a preparatory school — 
if an occasional taste of beverages that had 
alcohol in them can be called "drinking/’ 

When a confession of this sort is made, it is 
traditional to lay the blame for one’s first false 
step upon "evil associates." I have no such 
excuse, and am of the opinion that such excuses 
are usually nonsense. A young man is not led 
into drinking because his associates want him 
to drink; on the contrary, he seeks such asso¬ 
ciates because he wants to drink. Among 
manly American boys it is not so "hard to say 
no" as it is fictionally represented to be. As 
I recall it, if a boy said it quietly, but as if he 
meant it, — neither like a sanctimonious prig 
nor a scared weakling, — he was always liked 
and respected for it by his associates, even 
when they were "evil." My reason for begin¬ 
ning to drink was that 1 wanted to. 

1 wanted to — here again, I fear, I shall 
offend temperance workers— because so many 
well-meaning older people wanted me not to. 
They talked about it so much that they 
aroused my curiosity. They wrapped the 
whole matter in a glamour of mysterious 
interest. At any rate, they thoroughly con¬ 
vinced me that drinking was delightful and 
dangerous. Either quality alone would have 
made it interesting. With both together it 
was irresistible. They literally made my 
young mouth water. So I tried it. 

My first drink was a cocktail, and it was an 
enormous disappointment. It was almost as 
disillusionizing as my first cigar. Cigar smoke 
had always smelled so good: the taste was so 
different. A cocktail sounded so gay and 
delicious: it tasted so flat and nasty. This 



thing they all made so much fuss about was 
not what it had been cracked up to be, just as 
the “gin palaces/’ which had been pictured as 
such brilliant and beautiful places, proved 
vulgar, garish resorts, whose decorations and 
whose boozy, raucous habitues offended my 
fastidious young taste, though I examined both 
with considerable interest, especially, I will 
add, the lascivious pictures. 

The fondly imagined delight of drink was 
absent, but the danger was left. The chief 
danger at that time was the danger of being 
caught. The rules of the school were strict; 
therefore, we resented and evaded them. 1 
can honestly say that the only pleasure of my 
early experiments in drinking was the thrill and 
zest of adventure. We did not consider it 
“smart” to drink, or “manly,” — another tra¬ 
ditional view, — but we did consider it fun to 
evade the masters. 

1 do not wish to seem satirical or unfair to 
my masters and advisers. They meant well 
by me. But that is not the point. I am 
merely telling the actual, practical result of 
their well-meaning efforts. I shall not venture 
to offer any substitute for their methods, 
though I do feel that it should be recognized 
that drinking is not due to an instinctive desire, 
like some other vices. It is quite artificial, 
and can be begun only by exterior suggestion — 
in some cases, by seeing others drink; in some 
cases, by reading of hot punches and mulled ale 
in Dickens; in my own case, by precepts and 
regulations against drinking. 

Reasons Why I Never Drank to Excess 

However, my early experiments in drinking 
were quite innocent. Owing to a Christian 
training by really noble parents in a delightful 
home, 1 had a deep-rooted moral objection to 
getting drunk, if not to drinking, and also what 
must be called, for lack of a better name, a 
“class” objection to it, which I really believe 
was the more potent influence of the two. To 
get “tight” was not in accord with my ideals of 
a “gentleman” or a gentleman’s son. To be a 
sport was never at any time my ambition. 
Besides, I was in training most of the school 
year, and during vacations usually in the woods, 
fishing and camping. 

To be a great athlete was my ambition, and 
I had it upon the authority of men 1 really 
respected and who talked my own language 
that, to attain that sununum bonum , one must 
“cutout the booze.” Perhaps the chief bene¬ 
fit of athletics is that they supply what Presi¬ 
dent Eliot calls “a new' and effective motive 
for resisting all sins which weaken or cripple 
the body.” Some of our coaches from the 

colleges, however, those worshipful demigods, 
offered us strange examples, I used to think; 
and 1 said so, too, later, when at college I had 
become of some importance in the athletic 
world myself, and where, according to my lights, 
I endeavored to be a better example to those 
who now looked up to me — an example of 
how to drink, not how to abstain from drink¬ 
ing. There were plenty of examples of the 
latter; of the former there were few. 1 may 
have done a little good, or much harm, or 
neither. 1 do not know. 

There was still another reason why I drank 
seldom and sparingly during this youthful 
period. My parents never asked me to make 
any promises in the matter of my behavior. 
If they had exacted a promise, I cannot say 
what would have happened. I like to think I 
should have kept it. But I do not know. I 
only know that many, if not most, of thosewho 
went to worse excesses had made such promises. 
A promise of that sort once broken, as it usually 
is, though not invariably, has a terrifically de¬ 
moralizing effect. It is as unfair as it is unwise 
to exact it of a child. 

There were several reasons why I began 
drinking more after finishing the study for my 
career. Contrary to the plans and wishes of 
my people, I had struck out for myself in a 
strange city. I had broken with family tradi¬ 
tions and was removed from family influences. 
I was earning my own living. My income was 
small, but my sense of independence great. I 
was no longer known as the son of my father. 
I was free to do as I pleased, and I gloried in 
my freedom, even in the physical discomforts 
of a greatly reduced income, with its hall-bed- 
room scale of living. 1 could drink, for instance, 
when and where I pleased, without the dis¬ 
quieting sense of misappropriating funds from 
home or offering a bad example to younger 
men who looked up to me. There was no one 
to look up to me. I was no longer a big man 
in college, but an infinitesimal one in a very 
large world. 

I cannot say that 1 soon “drifted into drink¬ 
ing habits,” for there was no habit about it as 
yet. Like many men who drink, sometimes I 
took a good deal — though I did not get drunk 
— and sometimes I got out of the way of taking 
anything at all. But drinking w'ith a congenial 
crowd was one of my diversions, and it was a 
real satisfaction and pleasure. There were so 
few other things to do in the evenings when I 
came home, dog-tired. I was never fond of 
reading; my cramped quarters were small and 
stuffy; I belonged to no clubs; and the few 
family friends 1 had were usually engaged in 
the evening. I soon got over my prejudice 



against “gilded gin palaces, 1 ’ and learned to 
like cocktails and nearly every other form of 
alcohol. But the use of such beverages had 
not become habitual with me. It was not a 
necessity, merely a luxury, which 1 enjoyed 
keenly — for its association more than for 
itself— and which I did not abuse. “It is not 
the use but the abuse that is evil," I used to 
tell myself, quoting a character in one of Dr. 
Weir Mitchell's books. 

Later, however, while living at clubs and 
dining out frequently, I got into the way of 
consuming more or less alcohol every day. I 
took it as a matter of course, as one partakes 
of dessert, coffee, tobacco. I did not give the 
matter much thought, except to look upon 
dining with people who had nothing to drink 
upon their tables as something of a bore, like 
being deprived of the pleasure of smoking after 
dinner; and usually, when such was to be my 
fate, I dropped in at the club, on my way, for a 
cocktail or two. I became, in time, rather 
wise in wines, learned a good deal about their 
vintages, was fastidious about their temperature 
and handling. I was considered something of 
a connoisseur. To this day, 1 believe, there is 
in one of the best-known bars in the country 
a certain cocktail that bears my name. I 
used to be rather proud of that honor, too. 
It is rather curious that one who began by 
hating cocktails should end by giving one his 

Occasional Intoxication Physically Less 
Harmful than Daily Moderate Drinking 

To those accustomed to the moral literature 
of alcohol it may seem high time to tell how 
the thing “grew upon me," how, “gradually, 
almost imperceptibly," my daily potations in¬ 
creased, until at last I found myself in the full 
clutches of the demon Rum. But I have no 
such story to tell. 1 remained a moderate 
drinker, a somewhat more moderate one, in 
fact, as I grew older, and certainly a much 
wiser one as to indigestible mixtures. No 
cause is helped by lying about it. Nine out of 
ten moderate drinkers do not fill drunkards' 
graves. They remain moderate drinkers, or 
stop entirely. I may as well say, once for all, 
that I have never been completely under the 
influence of alcohol in my life. Such is not the 
moral of these confessions. 

But I have a moral, or else I would not make 
them, which may also be valuable. At any 
rate, it is more applicable to the vast majority 
who, like me, have been daily moderate drinkers 
for years and complacently consider themselves 
sensible in this matter. 

I do not hesitate to affirm that what I had 
been doing all these years was {physically 
speaking only) worse than if I had got thor¬ 
oughly drunk once in a while, like some of my 
friends, and the rest of the time remained, like 
them, “on the water-wagon." I do not refer, 
of course, to the moral or social effects of occa¬ 
sional drunkenness, or of what it may lead to 
in the way of habitual drunkenness, other vices, 
and sometimes crimes. Physically speaking, 
occasional intoxication may, as certain scien¬ 
tists declare, have a certain benefit at times; 
but daily drinking is almost invariably harmful. 
The average liver and nervous system can 
assimilate only a certain rather small amount 
of alcohol each twenty-four hours. For some 
years I had been giving mine just a little more 
than was good for them, practically every day, 
with none of the complete relaxation, the new 
lease of life, sometimes — though not often, I 
fancy— produced by intoxication upon the 
overworked mentalities. 

This view of the matter had never even 
occurred to me. 1 knew that the highly colored 
charts exhibited to us in school days were mis¬ 
leading, — as, indeed, they were,— and so I 
had assumed that the only real evil of moderate 
drinking was the danger of immoderate drink¬ 
ing. As a matter of fact, in the majority of 
cases the great evil of moderate drinking is 
moderate drinking. Of course, it is a ques¬ 
tion of terms. Some men drink so sparingly 
that they can and do keep it up all their lives 
without incurring the slightest harm. But the 
majority of moderate drinkers are hurt by it, 
soon or late. Their very strength is their 

Total Abstention Not Difficult for the 
Moderate TDrinker 

In my own case I was not permanently in¬ 
jured. for I woke up, in time, as to what was 
the matter with me. Of course, 1 was loath to 
admit it. I persisted in calling my gout rheu¬ 
matism, and, even when obliged to call it gout, 

I accused certain ancestors. My nervousness 
I attributed to overwork— which to some 
extent was also just. But when a famous 
physician, a good friend and club-mate of mine, 
said with calm authority, “The trouble with 
you is that you drink too much," then I saw 
at last that I should have to call a halt. Me 
knew more about alcohol— and about me, too 
— than I did. 

I was amused, and I was angry also. A 
sensible man of my sort a victim of drink, after 
all! It was absurd. But it seemed to be 


1 decided to try the experiment of stopping 
entirely. Now, it must be remembered that a 
man approaching middle age does not like to 
break in upon his regular habits, and that one 
of my regular habits for years had been a cock¬ 
tail or two before dinner, wine or whisky and 
water at dinner, and a few more drinks before 
bed-time. This was almost as fixed as my 
habit of refraining from stimulants to work on. 
In fact, I never took anything in business hours 
at all, and rarely at luncheon. It was no 
wonder that I looked forward to the carrying 
out of this decision as something of an 

Well, I might now boast a bit of how severe 
the struggle was, how bravely I fought, and 
how 1 triumphantly conquered, showing what 
a strong will I have. But, as a matter of fact 
and personal history, that was not the way of 
it at all. I stopped drinking. I did not enjoy 
the process, but it was not hard. The "terrible 
craving" one always hears of was conspicuous 
for its absence. The deprivation was incon¬ 
venient, unpleasant, a great nuisance. I caught 
my subconscious self looking forward to a 
drink at the end of a hard day just as a woman 
looks forward to her cup of afternoon tea. But 
I doubt if it were any harder for me to leave off 
my form of stimulation than for the average 
tea-drinker to leave off his or hers. In my 
case, stopping coffee at breakfast would be a 
far more formidable undertaking, and giving 
up my cigar afterward even worse. 

While all this may be disappointing to 
fanatics, who are few, it may be encouraging 
to moderate drinkers, who are many, and who 
may look upon stopping as something too 
difficult to attempt. 

Nor should it be supposed that I am an excep¬ 
tion. So many men are waking up to the folly 
of alcohol as a daily beverage that every third 
or fourth friend I run across nowadays, in the 
half dozen clubs I frequent in town and in the 
country, is "on the water-wagon." in more 
than one of these clubs the falling off in the bar 
receipts is becoming a serious financial con- 

45 * 

sideration. I take pains to question these 
friends about it, and almost without exception 
the answer is the same: "No, it wasn’t hard 
at all after I made up my mind to it." The 
exceptions who profess to be having a dreadful 
time of it are usually young men— excessively 
young. Your average active, useful citizen has 
learned to discipline himself in so many ways, 
to energize at the top notch of capacity, whether 
he "feels like it" or not, to postpone or sacrifice 
his pleasure entirely, that when it comes to 
foregoing one more, the mere luxury of drink¬ 
ing, he generally goes ahead and does it, feeling 
rather surprised that it is so easy. 

Why {Moderate Drinking "Does Not Pay 

It should be borne in mind that I am not 
dealing with confirmed drunkenness, drinking 
that has become an organic necessity. Inebriety 
is a disease, as much so as tuberculosis, and 
must be so considered and treated. I am deal¬ 
ing with the custom of drinking as it is practised 
by the great majority of men who drink at all. 
And, for that very reason, I think that testi¬ 
mony like mine should be suggestive and val¬ 
uable. I have absolutely no prejudice against 
the custom; and yet, though I never abused 
it, socially speaking, and am still a wor¬ 
shiper of Dionysus (from afar), I do not 
hesitate to declare that moderate drinking does 
not pay. 

I have tried it. I know. No one can tell 
me anything about its joys and satisfactions. 
I have also tried total abstinence. As a con¬ 
sequence, I feel better, sleep better, work 
better, enjoy life more, and have increased my 
usefulness as a citizen. 

Drinking is a pleasure that may be innocent, 
but must be paid for, like sitting up late to 
play bridge or to finish a novel; a recreation 
with something to be said for it, like speeding 
an automobile, exciting, but dangerous; an 
indulgence, like overwork, which sometimes 
seems necessary, but is seldom worth the price. 
Drinking does not pay. 





T ONY ME LL 1 N 1 , manager of Casey's, 
mechanically polished the shining 
bar as he spoke earnestly to a young 
policeman who, leaning his elbow 
against the rail, stood gazing at the 
floor, with a thoughtful scowl. 

“You might as well fall in line. There's no 
use bucking them people. They’re in too 
strong, Connie." 

“ 1 know they've got the drag, all right," 
said Policeman Clanahan slowly, “but this is 
goin' pretty far, Tony." 

“Sure. They wouldn't have let the gang 
beat that fellow up so bad if Jim himself had 
been behind the bar. But there wasn’t no use 
of your pinchin' McGinnis. You'll lose your 
case, sure." 

And Tony stepped down the bar, condescend¬ 
ingly to fill a can with beer for a youth who, 
serving as Ganymede for some of his ilk gathered 

45 2 

socially in a near-by alley, had demanded “five 
cents' wort'." 

“You acted that way at first on the Sunday 
closin' law business," continued Tony in a low 
tone, after dexterously snapping the nickel into 
the register, “an* you couldn't make them cases 
stick. Better get in line," he added, with a 
keen glance at two young men who entered; 
then, stepping before them, he rubbed the bar 
with a non-committal towel. 

The men spent freely, and Tony thawed, 
even gracing their conversation with an occa¬ 
sional suave remark, adding an invitation to 
call again as they departed through the swing¬ 
ing doors. 

“ But this McGinnis beat the young fellow' up 
somethin' awful," expostulated the policeman, 
when they were once more alone; “might have 
killed him. McGinnis is a brute when hes 


“That feller was full of booze and out havin' 
a good time,” answered Tony contemptuously. 
“ Probably holds down a ten-per job in some 
dry-goods joint. He’d be so afraid of his place 
he wouldn't have made no holler. Did he say 
he’d prosecute?" 

“No," admitted the patrolman. "He got 
to cryin’ in the cell where we put him to sober 
up, and said he wanted to go home. The ser¬ 
geant turned McGinnis loose when 1 brought 
him in." 

"Of course he did," said Tony confidently; 
"that's what I'm telling you. Cheap guys 
like this young chap you’re talkin’ about go 
around in tough joints just to brag about it 
and make out they're sports. When they 
get anything like that, it's what’s cornin’ to 

With a cordially deferential air, Tony slid 
quickly down the bar to greet two ward poli¬ 
ticians. giving an extra rub to the counter as 
he smilingly took their orders, and withdrawing 
discreetly as their low tones showed their dis¬ 
cussion to be of some private matter. 

"You see, Connie," he continued, lowering 
his voice, even though the visitors had departed, 
"you’ve a good thing here. This ain't no ward 
protection the district's got; it comes from 
higher up." 

Again assuming his professional air as a 
stream of visitors filtered into the "garden" 
behind the saloon, Tony prepared for midnight 
business; he glanced at his assistants, who just 
then entered and drew on their white jackets 
in preparation for the business of the night, 
and gave curt orders to the waiters, who be¬ 
stirred themselves as the after-theater trade 
began to grow. 

Policeman Clanahan walked slowly to the 
street. Of no mean experience, of good record 
on the force, which he had entered on the crest 
of a party wave by virtue of the friendliness of 
his ward leader, he had just been transferred 
from the residence district w r here he had lately 
been stationed. 

In that district, so adept had he proved at 
overhauling and subduing a coterie of burglars, 
who had profitably established themselves in 
the neighborhood before his arrival, that warm 
indorsements had come in from prominent 
citizens and he had been mentioned in the 

The political leaders had promptly trans¬ 
ferred him to a party ward. With the approval 
of these same citizens behind him, the dominat¬ 
ing faction could point to Clanahan as a good 
officer in case conditions in their ward aroused 

“If there's any racket about the way things 


happen to go among the boys," remarked 
Mr. John Maguire, admittedly the district 
power, "or if them West-Enders should make 
a noise in church meetin’s, we can show 
that we re putting the cops they support on 
the beat." 

And Stein, his right-hand man, to whom he 
spoke in private conclave, nodded approvingly 
and said the necessary words to the Police 
Board. As for Clanahan, no one expected 
trouble from him. 

But the policeman, filled with that idea of 
doing his duty which is so often characteristic 
of and embarrassing in a new officer, caused 
perplexity to those in control by trying to en¬ 
force the Sunday closing law. Moreover, when 
contemptuously laughed at in a political 
stronghold, he had promptly hustled the bar¬ 
tender to the nearest patrol-box and summoned 
the wagon with a businesslike air that caused a 
hurried exodus of patrons from the saloon and 
its enforced closing for a couple of hours by an 
infuriated proprietor. 

True, the sergeant had at once released the 
bartender; and Clanahan, smarting under a 
rebuke, had noticed later in the day, as he 
walked sullenly past the place, that it had re¬ 
opened. But it was an irritating incident for 
his ward-created superiors, and they discussed 
it peevishly. 

"Here we goes and gets them fellers jobs, 
and they always starts in by doing the w'rong 
thing," said Mr. Maguire moodily, with a 
despondent shake of the head at such in¬ 

"Sure," added Stein, who, loud of clothes 
and nasal of voice, transacted delicate details 
for the higher powers when politics demanded; 
"couldn’t the fool have seen that the front 
door of that place w'as closed? What more 
does any one want?" 

"Clanahan said somethin' about women 
being in the saloon," continued Maguire, still 
worried, "an' if them papers gets hold of it, 
they'll have somethin' to hang another kick 

"I told Clanahan to keep his head shut 
about that," retorted Stein. "You've got to 
have women in them places; they draw' the 

"Clanahan has some fool idea in his head 
about the law," pursued Maguire, W'ith irrita¬ 

"Well, did w r e make the law?" cried Stein, 
slowly waving upturned palms in expostulation. 
"What does he want to hurt us for? Goin' 
back on his friends that way!" 

And they pondered gloomily on the foolish¬ 
ness of young members of the force. 




To Clanahan, born in the atmosphere of a 
political ward, the doctrine of spoils to the 
victors was not an unholy thing. To receive a 
visit from the unctuous Stein each month 
(always on pay-day), and to part with four 
dollars, for which he received a receipt for 
one dollar as club dues, was to him natural and 
to be expected. 

What became of the three dollars not re¬ 
ceipted for he did not know or expect to know. 
That some one got it, and that that some one 
was not Stein, was a matter of course. If a 
man worked his way to the head of the party, 
wasn't it to be expected that he should have 
some reward for his labors—for providing 
jobs for his henchmen? Moreover, it would 
be folly to expect him to collect it in per¬ 
son. Graft investigations might start at any 
moment, even in those halcyon days of ma¬ 
chine prosperity. So some one must be pre¬ 
pared to "do time" if a jury of mistaken 

impulses should ever take up the 
matter. Was not Mike Calhoun do- 
ing that very thing now? 

"Mike's got an easy thing up at 
the pen," chuckled a friend of the 
incarcerated worker to Clanahan, 
after a little matter of naturaliza¬ 
tion frauds had been affixed upon 
the aforesaid Mr. Calhoun. "He's 
got a job in the library, and is 
havin' his pay sent to his wife, 
so long as he don't squeal. But 
think of Mike in the library — him 
that can't even read!" 

And the political friend wagged 
his head approvingly as he thought 
of how his party was standing by 
its workers. 

So the man in power got Clana- 
han's dollars, or that portion not 
allotted on their high way as per¬ 
quisites of minor satellites. And 
Clanahan paid regularly; for he 
knew that charges on trivial ex¬ 
cuses would follow promptly if he 
did not, that complaining hoodlums 
and saloon keepers would be prompted 
to file affidavits against him, and 
that his star and glory would dis¬ 

But, with innate honesty that 
struggled to break forth, he could 
not reconcile himself to "not see¬ 
ing" things he had sworn not only 
to observe but to suppress; and 
although he had unwillingly accepted 
the inevitable, he failed to take 
advantage of his opportunities in a 
fashion that caused mild pity among his as¬ 

Now', it is not discreet in political circles 
even to hint that a policeman should "get 
his" while there is a chance; and as sources 
of revenue may be suspected or even known, 
but still be kept under cover, the subject 
is tabooed. But it is recognized that each 
should have a certain perquisite if he has 
fairly earned it. 

A young policeman in a residence district 
can get a reputation and little else; but for the 
detectives and sergeants who "stand in" with 
the powers above there is a rich harvest if they 
operate discreetly. And gambling and women 
are the chief sources. 

Clanahan recalled how Tom O’Toole had 
headed the gambling squad, after years of 
zealous work for the party. He remembered 
that Tom had suddenly appeared* in fine 
clothes, invested in real estate and fast horses, 



and finally retired in prosperity. He also the faction lists who have some recollection of 
knew that, while the newspapers had vainly early scriptural training, are as the sheep, 
endeavored actually to connect the spread of honest yet stupid, while their own henchmen 
gambling with the man supposed to suppress are not unfavorably compared to the goats, 
it, they were still sure enough of their facts to shrewd and alert. 

depict him in cartoons with his eyes shut and Yet, when the ever-recurring Nemesiscomes, 
a faro layout behind him. in the form of an investigation by an exas- 

Yet, no one said directly to Tom that it was perated public and earnest grand juries, manv 
a feat of financial magnitude to spend $12,000 of the sheep are victims, while the goats escape, 
yearly on a salary of $115 a month, and to save And this causes the " ring” to feel a mild pity 
money besides. It was regarded as a shrewd for those who are not "in,” and studiously 
move that he had retired from the force before to avoid hints in converse, when orders are 
the reform wave, now several years back, had given, as to why such and such a loyal party 
arrived. man should be allowed to evade some law. 

Clanahan knew that he himself had been Clanahan was "in good.” He felt this, 
moved to Maguire's ward as a sort of step up- although no one had ever told him so openly, 
ward. His docility after his first outbreak had Yet the tribute he paid in his own mind was not 
been recognized by a move to a precinct con- to the masters of the ring. It was rather to 
sidered highly desirable by the ambitious of the those grizzled sergeants and sturdy veterans of 
inner circle on the force. And now came a the force who had depended upon doing their 
transfer for which many had longed. For he duty when ordered or falling back upon the 
had been assigned to a beat in the 
"Bad Lands,” and it w'as just before 
the World’s Fair. Many a disap¬ 
pointed face was seen in his squad 
when the choice became known, and 
when the rumor spread, though not 
directly, that Clanahan was " playin' 
the fool,” a murmur of incredulity 
arose in the inner circle. 

Now, although corruption may 
exist within a police force, it has 
never been found that the force, as 
a whole, was corrupt. Nine tenths 
of the members do their work 
earnestly, and would do it fully if 
so permitted. But these, once the 
"ring” is in command, must rec¬ 
ognize conditions over which they 
have no control. Insistent doing 
of one's full duty, with a faction 
in power, may mean quick dis¬ 
missal on a trumped-up charge. 

And when a man has spent years 
in the Department, w’hen he has 
no other calling to fall back upon, 
when a family is growing up at 
home, and when even the crown 
of martyrdom is lacking for pen¬ 
alties after doing one’s duty, an 
honest man has other things be¬ 
sides his principles to consider. 

To keep the number of favored 
ones on a force within moderate 
limits is the object of the leaders, 
for this means a larger proportion 
of the spoils for themselves. The 
vast majority of patrolmen and 
officers, in the opinion of those of 



superiors' commands when instructed other¬ 
wise, and whose sole hope was to quit the 
force honorably at their expiration of service 
and to draw their benefit from the relief fund. 

He knew that it was regarded as kismet that 
a patrolman, innocent or guilty, should be the 
scapegoat when the higher powers needed to 
put the blame somewhere. 

So, with a divided mind, he strolled into 
the midnight, which was lighted as brilliantly 
as day, walking thoughtfully past houses 
whence issued hilarious music and laughter, 
which nevertheless sounded of deepest despair, 
and past glittering establishments where flar¬ 
ing lights only partly covered the deep gloom 
of human souls. 

It was a gorgeous resort he was compelled to 
enter, the same night, in order to quell a dis¬ 
turbance that had arisen among the visitors. 
These convivialists, after drinking freely of 
champagne, insisted that a gilt-framed cheval- 
glass was a proper target, and acted upon their 
belief, with empty bottles as missiles. 

The rooms, elaborately decorated with the 
same gaudiness that characterized the painted, 
bejeweled, and richly gowned proprietress, 
were lighted by shaded electric lamps, over 
which red silk draperies were drawn, in keep¬ 
ing with the hue of the walls. The piano, at 
which sat a frightened inmate scarcely out of 
her teens, was of the most costly make. 

As Clanahan knew, this was one of the 
best-known resorts of its kind in the city, and 
its “pull" was too well established to be 

The keeper sailed quickly forward as Clana¬ 
han, attracted by a negro maid frantically 
beckoning from the step, entered the hall. 

" Better get this fellow out of here, after I 
make him pay up," she said, with the easy 
authority of one who is sure of support, yet 
with the familiarity that recognized the policy 
of keeping on good terms with the officer on 
the beat. "I'll see if I can’t make him cough 
up for the mirror." For a huge crack and a 
splintered section of glass on the floor showed 
that one man’s aim had been good. 

But the patron proved drunkenly obdurate, 
and the shattered mirror brought no convic¬ 
tion to his fuddled brain. Yet, when Clana¬ 
han, after a short colloquy in which the 
man vaguely and profanely expressed his 
views, laid a hand upon his shoulder, the 
sight of the uniform and the policeman’s star 
brought a dim light of understanding to his 

"All ri\ all ri\ ofT’sher," he hiccuped thickly; 
"be good fellah and have drink." 

"You’re cornin’ with me," said Clanahan, 

lifting him from the chair; and the parlor door 
closed behind him as he led his prisoner into 
the hall. 

The movement aroused some of the man's 
sleeping comprehension. 

"See here, p’liceman," he commenced, 
"lemme out o' this. You don' understan'." 

"What'll your family think when they see 
this in the paper to-morrow?" asked Clanahan 
reprovingly, recognizing a minor politician of 
the district. “It’ll be hell on them. Why 
don’t you settle up for that glass? I'll have to 
run you in, if you don’t." 

" Family!" mumbled the man. "Why, tha’s 
ri\" he added, with the instinctive thought of 
the married man; "I don’ wan' this get out. 
Wha's to pay?" 

"That glass’ll cost a cool three hundred dol¬ 
lars," said the proprietress, appearing with a 
readiness that showed her ear had been close 
to the door. 

“I’ll give a check for it,” said the sobered 
man; and, after writing out the amount with 
some difficulty, he took his departure, a trifle 

The woman turned to Clanahan approv- 

"You stalled that fellow all right," she said. 
"From the way you hustled him into the hall, 

I thought you was going to pinch him, and 1 
was going to call you back. Here, some of 
this belongs to you," and she waved the 

" Better get a new glass with it," said Clana¬ 
han sourly. 

"Oh, the glass was insured, all right," she 
laughed easily. "This is clear profit. Those 
family men always pay up when they're caught 
in a place like this. I'm Gwendolyn Case. If 
you’re to be on the beat here, drop in once in 
a while. We’ll show you a good time. Now, 
what do you want?" And she again displayed 
the check. 

"Well," she continued, with a shrug of her 
shoulders and a short laugh, as Clanahan again 
refused, "you’re your own boss. But, remem¬ 
ber, if you don’t want it for yourself there’ll be 
others that do." 

And Clanahan was forced to remember this 
the following week, when, handing his usual 
tribute to the oily Stein, he saw the latter’s 
face contract sharply. 

"Here, what’s this?" he demanded. 

"Club and ward dues," said Clanahan 

"Dues?" repeated Stein defiantly. "Oh, 
well, good-by"; and he turned sharply on his 

And in the next few days it was shown 


dearly to the policeman, by methods the ring 
knew well how to use, that he was not on that 
beat for the duty to which he was sworn. 

That week the young officer lay awake night 
after night, and passed through the mental 
struggle that came to many a man of his call¬ 
ing under the machine domination. On one 
side stood preferment and advancement in his 
own sphere of life, with apparently slight risk 
to himself; on the other stood certain oblivion 
in the Department and failure in the career he 
had chosen for his own. 

The picture of the girl he hoped to marry 
came often to him, and as often he would start 
and declare vehemently to himself that he 
would see all the faction in the depths before 
he would do anything to disgrace her. But 

glitteringly and alluringly hung the prospect 
of what he could do for this same girl by 
M standing in” with his party bosses and by 
obeying their behests. 

And a year later, when the World's Fair 
came on, when the “ red-light” region was 
thronged nightly, when money flowed freely, 
and when the bars of the district waxed fat 
and prospered, while crime was as much the 
rule as the exception, Clanahan wore the 
chevrons of a sergeant and a heavy diamond 
ring; his citizen's clothes on off days were of 
the finest quality; his once clean-cut face was 
slightly reddened and bloated; and he had al¬ 
ready made several payments on a neat home 
that had been his ambition, and in which he 
had now installed his bride. 




It was a wild and hysterical year, that 
World's Fair season. With politics rampant, 
with the ring viciously and openly fighting 
the reform element, with money seemingly 
plentiful everywhere, Clanahan lived in an 
electrically charged and artificial atmos¬ 
phere, which made the reaction all the greater 
when the Fair closed and the reform wave 
set in, supported by indignant citizens and a 
clean Police Board, from which the redoubt¬ 
able Maguire, foreseeing the inevitable, had 

Yet, before the season had closed, when 
"panel-working” was causing complaints thick 
and fast at every station, when Gwendolyn 
Case had repeatedly been warned by the police 
not to be so open in her operations, the crisis 

Shots rang out as Sergeant Clanahan ap¬ 
proached the house one evening on his nightly 
round; and as he dashed through the door, he 
saw the Case woman, intoxicated and defiant, 
looking at the prostrate form of one of her in¬ 
mates, a young girl whose face had not become 
utterly hardened and whose evening gown was 
stained with the blood which flowed from a 
wound in the breast. 

"Tried to get away without paying what 
she owed me,” explained the woman hoarsely; 
"tried to get out—” Then, with her face 
growing crafty as the noise of other police was 
heard at the door: 

"Say you saw her try to use the gun on 
me and that it went off while 1 was wrestling 
with her, trying to get it away. See?” And 
she threw a revolver to the floor beside the 
dying girl. 

But Clanahan, looking at the young face, 
which was already growing rigid, drew himself 
up with a return of his old instincts. 

"I’ll tell the truth,” he said. 

The woman stared at him with a long, vin¬ 
dictive glare as a patrolman and night-watch¬ 
man hurried in. 

"I'll break you for this, Clanahan!” she said 
between her teeth. 

Until the Case woman’s trial and through 
the weeks of argument that it involved, Clana¬ 
han walked his precinct white and silent, mo¬ 
mentarily expecting the notice of the Police 
Board to answer charges from the woman. 
But she seemed to utter no word, merely smil¬ 
ing hardly at him as her trial progressed and 
when he gave his testimony. And when 
she accepted her penitentiary sentence on a 
homicide charge without appeal, and was 
sent away with no hint of disclosures, the 
Sergeant believed he had passed through 
the crisis. 

There were moments, however, when the 
thought of utterances she might make caused 
him to wake at night in a quiver of terror no 
physical fear could have inspired. The mental 
picture of his aged father, of his wife, Kitty, of 
the baby just passing its sixth month — the 
realization of what a disclosure would mean to 
his w'ife and relatives to-day and to that tiny 
son in years to come — made him shake in a 
passion of regret. 

"An' if I hadn't taken it I'd have been 
rolled!” he reflected bitterly. "Them that's 
higher up gets our life blood. All we can do 
is to obey, even if the prison's before us!” 

But months passed and no word came 
from the prison city. And when the election 
brought the overthrow of the ring, and the 
new Police Board had found only words of 
praise for Clanahan, although his work in the 
district, as he knew, had been under investi¬ 
gation, he breathed easier. 

"Clanahan was smart to sidestep trouble," 
remarked Stein one day, in a private confab 
with another trusted lieutenant. "I thought 
Gwendolyn would squeal, sure, before she 
went up.” 

"Maybe she's stuck on him,” remarked the 
other sagaciously. "A lot of 'em will go 
up for a man if they think they're fond 
of him.” 

And Stein, knowing this from experience in 
many cases where even womanhood of the 
under-world had taken penal sentences to save 
some man,— often more degraded than herself, 
but seen through the halo of what affection 
she still possessed,— nodded his head and de¬ 
cided that this must be correct. 

Slowly the new Police Board proceeded with 
its work; little by little, the more turbulent 
sections were placed in order; boundaries of dis¬ 
reputable regions were strictly defined. And, 
as slowly, case after case was made against 
members of the force who had walked the Bad 
Land beat, and man after man was dropped 
from the Department or his case turned over 
to the grand juries. But no breath of sus¬ 
picion ever seemed to be directed against 

One day, however, he received a summons 
from the Board. Rather uneasily, he seated 
himself in the ante-room to await a summons 
to enter. He was confident that information 
was wanted about wine-rooms—a point on 
which he had already testified. But, in some 
inexplicable manner, he had an instinct that 
something was portending. 

Slowly the afternoon waned, and no request 
came for him to enter the private office. He 
glanced impatiently at the clock, exchanged 

occasional words with reporters from the press 
room, who strolled leisurely in, glanced at the 
closed door of the president's room which 
marked an executive session, and then took 
their departure. 

Finally he rose, in a fit of irritation. 

“Nearly six o'clock," he muttered, "and 
Kitty’ll be havin' supper ready now. 1 hope 
they get through in a hurry." 

The door to the private chamber suddenly 
opened, and a deputy beckoned to him. 

“Would you step in a minute. Sergeant?" 
he inquired in a subdued tone. 

Clanahan stepped forward with alacrity and 
turned quickly into the Board room. Then 
his head swam, so that for a moment he had 
to steady himself against the wall. For in the 

witness chair before the Board and the Circuit 
Attorney sat Gwendolyn Case, haggard with 
prison pallor, but with the old gleam of de¬ 
fiance still in her eyes. 

She laughed as the Sergeant paused. 

"I've had two years of it, Connie," she said, 
"and the Circuit Attorney says the Governor 
may let me down easy if I talk before the 
statute of limitations expires. I didn’t mean 
to throw you down at first, but I’m sick of 
that place up the river." 

Of what ensued the Sergeant had faint idea. 
With bowed head he listened as though hear¬ 
ing from a great distance the recital that fell 
from the woman’s lips. The president turned 
toward him questioning!)', then paused as he 
noticed the man’s white face. 




“The Board is going to give you every op¬ 
portunity to defend yourself, Sergeant," he 
said, not unkindly, “and I think we had better 
postpone this until to-morrow." 

The Circuit Attorney leaned forward and 
whispered something in his ear. 

“ I think we can depend on the Sergeant be¬ 
ing here," said the president confidently. For 
he trusted Clanahan, as the Circuit Attorney 

“Report at ten in the morning," he ordered 
Clanahan, “and we will tell the captain to re¬ 
lieve you of duty to-night. Nothing will be 
made public until the truth is known." 

As though dazed, the Sergeant walked slowly 
down the stairs, supporting himself by the rail. 
Silently he passed Stein and a friend, who 
stood laughing and smoking in the corridor be¬ 
low. The pair nodded to Clanahan and took 
their cigars from their mouths to stare as, all 
unheeding, he walked unsteadily past. 

“Wonder if he could have got shown up on 
anything? He’s cornin’ from the Board room," 
wonderingly asked the friend. 

“Maybe," said Stein, in surprise; “but a 
fellow what stood in as good as he did ought 
to have things fixed for a little income, if he is 
sent up." 

And, nodding his head sagaciously as he 
thought of his own provisions for any unex¬ 
pected contingency that might arise should in¬ 
discreet disclosures be made, he resumed his 

Clanahan walked slowly up the street, star¬ 
ing about him as though the beat he had 
walked so often was entirely strange to him. 
He gazed almost wonderingly at the familiar 
saloons, at the row of houses now bearing the 
“For Rent" sign where previously vice had 
held full sway and where he himself had first 
tried to remain true to his principles. He 
paused at the corner where a saloon he had 
often visited in the old days was still endeavor¬ 
ing to eke out an existence in the deserted 

The bartender, strolling idly to the door, 
noticed in the glare of the lamps, already 
lighted in the early fall twilight, the Sergeant's 
pale face. 

“Feelin’ sick, Serg?" he called in friendly 
tones. “ Better step in a minute and have a 

“ I feel a bit off, Jim," said Clanahan, steady¬ 
ing himself. “Could I lie down in your room 
until roll-call? I don t go on until eleven 

Cert, ’ said the bartender hospitably. 
"The door's open at the head of the stairs. 
Room right over the entrance. I’ll send you 

up a drop to drink, if you want it. Well,"— 
at Clanahan’s negative shake of the head,^- 
“ I’ll see you’re not disturbed until ten- 

Slowly Clanahan climbed the stairs, as 
though aged many years in the last fifteen 
minutes. Entering the room, he seated him¬ 
self in a dazed fashion on the bed. Then, as 
an afterthought, he arose softly and locked the 

It was in this hotel, he reflected dully, that 
he first decided to obey the mandates, un¬ 
spoken yet peremptory, of those above him. 
He' recalled how, before being able to force 
himself to the decision, he had drunk whisky 
in the bar below, swallowing glassful after glass¬ 
ful in so fierce a frenzy that the proprietor, 
in alarm lest he should suddenly become violent 
and bring unpleasant notice to the place, had 
soothingly led him to a rear room, where he 
had stupefied himself in private. 

That had been only two years before. Yet 
what a lifetime it had seemed! Before he had 
come on that beat he had had two ambitions 
— to marry Kitty, and to become a sergeant. 
Well, he was a sergeant and he had married 
Kitty. He had that home, too, he had so 
often wished for, and it was almost {faid for. 
But what did it avail him now? 

Down the street, which he recalled so well 
as the scene of noisy vice, he gazed as the dark 
came slowly and the quiet was marked only 
by an occasional passing truck—so different 
from the nights when the street was never 
still, with the vehicles and throngs that 
passed and repassed, grinding out the blood- 
money for those political powers in the back¬ 

Far down the street, the big clock of the 
Union Station rang out, hour after hour. Yet 
he sat there with his eyes fixed on the glitter¬ 
ing circle of lights that marked the summit of 
a huge brewery in the distance—a brewery 
that had once controlled nearly all the estab¬ 
lishments in the neighborhood, and for which 
Mr. James Maguire was now the honored at¬ 
torney. Only that morning the papers had 
described his trip through Europe with the 
proprietor. For the owner prudently con¬ 
sidered that the reform wave could not last 
forever and that Maguire must be kept in 
touch with his interests until a new election 
should hold forth hopes. 

Clanahan smiled bitterly as he thought of 
the large sum Maguire was said to draw as at¬ 
torney; of the fine mansion the former presi¬ 
dent of the Police Board was building near the 
brewer's own home; of the entirely impregnable 
position he held, so far as legal action against 



him was concerned, no matter what the sus¬ 
picions of the people or the Circuit Attorney 
might be. 

Slowly he took a picture of his wife from his 
pocketbook, drew the card from the frame, 
gazed earnestly at the face, and tore it into 
little fragments, which he flung from the 

14 1 don’t want that found on me,” he mur¬ 
mured, "just for her sake. But it’s sore my 

heart is for you, wife. An’ to think," he 
added, gazing down the squalid street as he 
slipped his hand to his hip, "that this is my 
share—an’ that," with a final glance at the 
brewery, "goes to them!" 

And when the bartender and the policeman 
on the beat, attracted by the report of the 
heavy Colt, kicked in the door a moment later. 
Sergeant Clanahan had paid his last toll to the 
man higher up. 




W HEN morning leaps across the hill 

And leafing woods with raptures thrill. 
Oh, let my feet abroad be found, 

Mv eyes to feast on Nature round! 

The humble leaves that jewels hold, 

The blackbirds in the field that scold, 

The baying dog, loud chanticleer, 

The bell that sounds now far, now near, 

About me weave harmonious spells, 

And calm contentment with me dwells. 

From human shams I then am tree; 

How sweet art thou. Simplicity! 






T HE giant glared down impotently 
upon the scrap of womanhood curled 
round the rung of the bamboo step. 
IshmaeLs father was a mountain 
chieftain whose savage unrestriction 
his huge son at that moment keenly envied. 
Despite the new creed, which forbade violence, 
he was strongly tempted to shake the tantalizing 
figure so wholly unterrified by his formidable 

The little golden creature, shrouded in a 
maze of blackest hair, frowned out at him from 
its shadow. She had the racial stamp upon 
her face, hereditary vagueness and indecision, 
which her eyes, with their absence of Malay 
somnolence, startlingly contradicted. They 
swept over Ishmael in dissatisfaction, and 
settleJ into a moody stare. The movement 
appeared to indicate the withdrawal of the last 
shreJ of interest from his person. 


Could anything be more offensive to mascu¬ 
line pride?— to propose marriage to a W'oman, 
and have her gaze over your head as though 
you were a bush or a stone? Like all men 
whom nature has conspicuously favored, Ish¬ 
mael had never included in his scope of possi¬ 
bilities a woman's refusal. He wondered why 
he felt himself momentarily diminishing in size. 

Since it was impossible to reengage the wan¬ 
dering attention of the lady of the steps, he 
gave himself over to a novel moment of self¬ 
investigation. He was sound and strong, in¬ 
dustrious and loyal, and very much more 
truthful than Rafaela, the Tagalog maiden, 
had reason to expect. What, then, was the 
matter with him, and how dared the daughter 
of a contemptible little people who lived in 
towms spurn his suit? The thing was unprece¬ 
dented, in his man-pervaded mind. 

He had attempted to enlist the authority of 


her father, but that withered and wine-content 
patriarch would not listen. The code of con¬ 
duct he prescribed for his daughter was amaz¬ 
ingly simple. It contained only, one supreme 
injunction, and, of course, like all parental pro¬ 
hibitions, the one most obnoxious to her. She 
should abstain from all intercourse with the 
Americans and the contamination of their ways. 
Aside from that, and in such lighter concerns 
as marriage, her liberty was unrestrained. 

The spirit of progress urged this little brown 
woman, thousands of miles away from civili¬ 
zation. A germ of that immortal mystery that 
led Columbus across the unknown was stirring 
to awaken her out of the sleep of her life. 

A gay procession of carromatos , filled with 
chattering school-girls, broke upon her brood¬ 
ing, reminding her of the offensive limitations. 
Even these girls were a part of the great onward 
movement that had come to embrace her 
people, too, in its caravan. 

" Howdy do! How old arr you? Youspikeng- 
lis?" chimed a succession of merry black heads. 

Rafaela’s bitterness flared into fire. She 
returned the taunts with a frightful grimace 
that precipitated the sleek heads behind the 
carromatos' hoods. Princesses in carriages 
could not have been more enviable to her, 
or their patronage more difficult to endure. 

'‘Remedia Reyes!" she exploded, nodding 
toward the first of the vehicles, 
whose rickety sides were deco¬ 
rated with triumphal wreaths. 

"She has won the first prize in 
the school, and the Americans 
in Manila are going to send her 
across the ocean to their great 
universities." She drew in her 
breath sharply. "She can count 
in her mind like a flash of light¬ 
ning. She knows the names of 
all the cities of the world, and 
the cause, too, that brings about 
night and day. This I know to 
be true. There is one hole in 
the back of the escuela where 
the eye fits sufficiently well." 

"What foolishness, to envy 
Remedia Reyes—ugly one 
that she is!" scoffed Ishmael. 

"Would you have her flat nose 
or poor hair? Look at your 

"Horse-hair!" Rafaela clawed 
it viciously. "You should have 
seen the hair of the Americana 
— bright and fine as the moon¬ 

"The Americana!" Ishmael 


flung the goading word at her. "She cast a 
spell upon you. It is three years since you 
served her, and her name is always upon 
your lips." 

Rafaela threw him a disdainful glance. "The 
Americana was no spell-caster!" she retorted. 
"You say so because you are a stupid savage. 
Do you think, if I were free and not a miserable 
woman, 1 would be satisfied to know nothing — 
like you?" 

"You are better off as you are," Ishmael 
argued stubbornly. 

"So says my father— that I am as was my 
mother, and my mother’s mother, which is well 
enough." She turned upon him with sudden 
intolerance. "You are one with my father. 
Go! 1 am weary of you." She bounded up 
the rails of the stairway like a cat, and closed 
the bamboo door with noisy significance. 

Ishmael, since his introduction to civilization, 
had acted in the combined capacity of body¬ 
guard and companion to the American district 
judge, whose jurisdiction extended over a wide 
stretch of territory. Legal adjustments were 
the motives of considerable travel, taking them 
sometimes as far as Manila itself. 

The Judge had taken up his official seat in 
the remotest town of this inland province. To 
it Ishmael returned from his pilgrimage of 
sentiment, in a turbulent state of mind. 

The stone palacio , built a 
century or more ago for Span¬ 
ish administration, preserved 
the quiet of the siesta hour. 
The Jne{ had rooms along the 
upper galleries, and thither 
Ishmael betook himself. 

He found his patron in the 
hammock on the stone balcony, 
a mountain-range of discarded 
newspapers about him, musingly 
directing a half-audible address 
at a great palm whose socia¬ 
ble finger-tips intermittently 
brushed his head. This form 
of communion, engendered by 
solitude, was a caprice of the 

At no time in its history had 
so unique an intelligence per¬ 
vaded this remote world. Even 
nature seemed to operate more 
fully, as if conscious of that 
one pair of comprehending eyes. 
He had a habit of rising in the 
mornings, of walking out to his 
balcony and surveying the world 
as a new creation. 

" I am the sole inhabitant of 



the earth !” he would declare to the mystified 
Ishmael. “Poor little pygmies down in the 
under-world, who have never seen over the 
mountain-tops, nor beyond the rim of your 
little bowl. Your ant-hills are not the earth/' 

The Judge had chosen his isolated lot for 
reasons forever his own; and howsoever else 
this circumstance bore upon fate, it suffices 
here that his habit of addressing aloud, perhaps 
Ishmael, perhaps some detached invisible men¬ 
tality, was destined to affect a wide circle of 
life. Treasures were quarried out of this mine 
of thought, with none but a savage Igorrote 
to be enriched. 

The literal Spanish words Ishmael generally 
understood, and he stored them away in his 
memory systematically, as a squirrel stores nuts. 
In his curious moments, he took them out for 
his wits to bite upon. 

“I am creating a mind!” the Judge would 
say to his always respectful listener. “It was 
‘without form, and void; and darkness was 
upon the face of the deep/” 

On this day, when he had scanned his charge's 
face, he broke into a humorous growl. “Elemen¬ 
tal again! Down in the little village with your 
nose to the ground. Will you never realize 
that the altar has been lighted for all time? 
Oh, the bane of youth, and the conjuration of 
woman! White or brown, l see it is all the 
same. Son of the mountains, I lead a solitary 
life, and, you’ll observe, a fairly contented one.” 

Then the Judge forgot him at once for a 
new line of thought. The Igorrote himself 
relapsed into gloomy reflection — out of which 
he at last ponderously spoke. 

“Juez! I should like to go to the American 
school,” he announced, “ — at night, when you 
do not need me,” he modified. 

The Judge’s glance was lost on him; his 
answer, too. “So what reason, impersonated in 
me, has failed to achieve, sentiment embodied in 
apetticoat has brought about ? Go — to the ends 
of the earth!” The Judge brushed him aside. 

Education had construed itself to Ishmael’s 
mind heretofore as a vague mysticism not 
generally pertinent to the important concerns 
of life. But there was its example in the J udge, 
of the miraculous divination and the fluent 
tongue! Ishmael enrolled himself, therefore, 
under the new cult, believing that he was to 
find voice for that dumb inner self. 

He took his place in the rows of benches, 
tenanted by men and women who were begin¬ 
ning the lesson at the inverse end of life. That it 
was a profoundly serious one, the grizzled aspect 
of the aspirants seemed to attest. Old men. he 
reflected, did not occupy themselves with sports. 

However neutral his ambition or ambiguous 

its motives, Ishmael stayed on because no day 
seemed dull enough to cause him to stop. This 
was duetto the method of the young teacher — 
one all her own, of which the precocity called 
forth even the Judge's wonder. 

The new system presented to Ishmael one 
flagrant fault. It placed exorbitant em¬ 
phasis upon its own superiority, and laid down 
the customs of one people as a dogma. The 
maestra was good and wise, in her way, but 
her own race was the interminable platform 
from which she preached. To the impersonal 
guidance of learning Ishmael offered little 
resistance, but against the conversion of him¬ 
self he was inflexibly firm. His ethics, he con¬ 
tended, needed no alteration; nor his habits 
any improvement. Moreover, the omnipotent 
Judge, and the eminently wise one, had never 
interfered along these lines. 

He preserved, during the ethological lectures, 
a stony stolidity that his preceptress struggled 
in vain to lift. What reasonable objection 
could there be to squatting on the haunches, 
instead of singling out some hideous chair on 
which to sit? God had jointed the legs for 
this purpose, and He certainly had not under¬ 
taken the manufacture of chairs. Neither did 
he perceive any superior decency in eating 
from a plate on a table rather than from one 
on the floor. Rather did it discredit the con¬ 
dition of the Occidental floor. He was even a 
little shocked when the decorous young maestra 
sat up and soberly instructed him as to how 
often he should take a bath. 

The most exasperating prescriptions were 
laid upon diet. Grasshoppers, a favorite tidbit, 
never known to kill any man, were loathingly 
tabooed; whereas the Juez himself ate fearful 
things—the legs of frogs, and even the feet 
of the unspeakable hog. 

Ishmael likewise refused to so far misjudge 
his Maker as to suspect him of wantonly 
poisoning with invisible insects the water in 
the river and the fruits on the trees. Even 
the Juez, though he laughed heartily over other 
embargoes, concurred in these last superstitions, 
and was interminably eloquent on the subject. 

The antics of his friends emulating the 
gallantry of America provoked his grim mirth. 
He continued to incite their horror by passing 
like a whirlwind through the crowd of girls, and 
scattering them like frightened hens to right and 
left. He always crushed his hat down over his 
ears whenever any of the provoking sex appeared. 
He was glad that Rafaela had no such notions 
in her head. He remembered with gratification 
her temper and her sharp little nails. 

The trips to the pueblo in which was her 
home were still continued, but in Rafaela 


there was never any change. He found her and arithmetic elicited for him a new esteem, 
under the great nara tree usually, sitting cross- even if they did not, as he saw, turn her to him. 
legged like a little brown Buddha— and as in- When other matter began to fail in dramatic 
scrutable and inert, interest, he recalled the despised etiquette, 

His demonstrations of the new learning were and planned, one day on his way out, to exhibit 
the only things capable of stirring her out of it for her derision and amusement, 
this coma. Her dumb and hungry little soul As Rafaela shuffled listlessly into the room, he 
clung to every marvel. Ishmael’s geography rose, executing an elaborate conception of a bow. 




'*Sientese!” She pointed to the solitary stool. 

Instead, he drew it up elaborately before her. 
Rafaela's eyes showed an instant's curious 
glimmer; but she took the seat, while Ishmaet 
stiffly stood. 

The rather formal conversation between 
them lagged, till Ishmael bethought him of the 
lovers usual bribe to affection. “A present for 
you!" he announced, extending the parcel that 
he had extracted from the breast of his coat. 

Opening it, Rafaela discovered a brand-new 
iron-handled knife and fork, and a resplendent 
tin spoon. 

“They cost a peso , media , at the Chino's," 
Ishmael divulged, anxious to assist to a proper 
appreciation of their value, yet at the same 
time dubious of introducing alien notions. 

Rafaela accepted the implements of civiliza¬ 
tion with an obvious gratification, and tucked 
them away admiringly, out of her fathers 
possible encounter. 

"You never have brought me anything be¬ 
fore!" she declared; then stopped, reminded 
perhaps of the unfavorable effect such casual 
information might have upon future generosity. 

Ishmael, to relieve the temporary gloom that 
had been inspired in him by the hasty compu¬ 
tation of the number of cigarettes sacrificed 
for the wretched instruments, proposed a walk. 
He held open the door for Rafaela to pass 
grandly out; he assisted her down the steps, 
and held her umbrella solicitously several 
yards above her head. Instead of scrambling 
into the carromato first, and leaving her to 
wipe the wheels with her garments,— the usual 
procedure,— he helped her in and carefully 
adjusted her skirts. 

As they jogged off over the country, Rafaela 
turned upon him a smile as evasive and reluc¬ 
tant as the light of a sulky sun. The humor 
of it all, he thought, had struck her at last, and 
he broke into unrestrained laughter. 

An immediate eclipse of the beam on Rafaela's 
face. She watched his mirth in fidgeting silence. 
“What is it?" she demanded crossly. “What 
does it all mean?" 

“This that I have been showing you," Ish¬ 
mael explained, “is the manner of the Ameri¬ 
cans with their women. Ridiculous, are they 
not, these lies and tricks? Isn’t it foolishness 
to help her across streets when she has two 
good feet?” he demanded. “Does he help her so 
quickly out of his purse? The American senora, 
in the house where I stayed in Manila, cried a 
great deal for money for a new dress, and dared 
not tell her husband the true price of things. 

“Isn’t it a lie when a man permits a woman 
first unto seats and into carriages, believing in 
his heart as he does that he is better than she? 

Why does he stand uncovered before her, like 
an inferior, when he shows her his contempt for 
her by never allowing her to share in his govern¬ 
ment? Is it not better to do as we do, and not 
tantalize with such shams?" 

“These things, too, then, were part of your 
learning?" Rafaela queried in a chilled voice. 

“The maestra would have it so!" he exten¬ 
uated. “ But never would I practise such 
follies in earnest myself." 

“Then this was all play!" Rafaela shrilled, 
rising out of her seat. “None of it was meant?" 

“None at all. How could I mean such 
things?" retorted Ishmael, annoyed. 

For answer, Rafaela seized the reins from the 
drowsing cocbcro's hands and pulled the horse 
up short. In an instant she had jumped from 
the carromato and was retreating up the road. 
“Never, never," she screamed, her small face 
livid with rage, “come back here again!" 

Terrified by the threatening little fury in the 
road, the cochero whipped up his miserable 
animal, and Ishmael made his dumfounded 
final retreat. 

The fever of wandering having seized upon 
the Judge, he set out for India, after endeavor¬ 
ing in vain to persuade Ishmael to go with him. 
The Igorrote was embittered with civilization 
— its paradoxes and inconsistencies. It had 
inculcated expectations out of aU proportion 
to its fulfilment, and added dissatisfaction to 
the burden of the soul. The school, fomented 
with vast unrest, its chicanery, he considered, 
had deprived him of friends and mate. And 
he hated it as, above all things, the savage 
hates what he does not understand. 

He took leave of his teacher, not, he found, 
without a certain regret. It was not commen¬ 
surate with hers, however. A mist of dis¬ 
couragement crossed the intrepid eyes. “You 
were a central figure in my vision, Ishmael — 
an oasis in the desert!" she explained. “I 
wonder," meditatively,“is it possible, after all!" 
Her glance traveled over the room across 
the rows of adult faces, disclosing, most of them, 
the apathy and unenlightenment of stone. 

“What a sea of incomprehension! Yet, see 
how they come— in droves." The walls were 
lined with patient aspirants who stood through¬ 
out the evening, the bench room having long 
since been preempted. This vista of faces was 
lifted to her in wooden appeal. The maestra 
sighed. Away off in the futurity of centuries 
lay the realization of this dream. 

It. was all of five years since Ishmael, as a 
mere boy, had departed his tribe, presumably 
forever His return among them, therefore, 
was in the nature of a surprise. 

His father, execrably dirty and most in- 


adequately clad, grunted him an astonished wel¬ 
come. There was much speculation and scratch¬ 
ing of heads over the wanderer's tale, and great 
amazement at the transformation in himself. 

Hedged far away in their impregnable moun¬ 
tains, these aborigines had remained inacces¬ 
sible, even to the exploration of Spain. Once 
among them, Ishmael was beset by a misgiving 
— a fear lest the new order, after all, had laid 
upon him an irrevocable hold. He angrily 
shook off the presentiment. He had returned 
to his ow r n people for good, closed the gates of 
the forest behind him; yet the breezes, with 
their chanting echoes of foregone things, passed 
even his great mountains. The clouds, too, were 
pictures of walled cities, now far out of reach. 

Though Ishmael joyously discarded the stiff 
coat and collars, he never reverted to tribal at¬ 
tire. He kept himself scrupulously covered and 
laboriously clean. Failing to persuade his femi¬ 
nine relatives of the advantage of laundered 
clothes, he washed them himself—not, however, 
without violent imprecations against a regener¬ 
ation that made him dissatisfied to go dirty. 

Disparaging comparisons between the women 
of the tribe and Rafaela, the Tagalog maiden, 
arose in his mind. Often he remembered to 
have come upon her emerging from the river. 

wrapped in a winding cloth and glowing like a 
water Naiad in the sun. 

Hunting and fighting— always, in his mind, 
the serious pursuits of life— again became the 
legitimate occupations. He exulted to find 
himself no less swift and sure at the chance than 
the best of his tribesmen. In hostilities he was 
yet more redoubtable. To this frame of oak 
and iron there was added now the menace of 
an intelligence. Warfare, as practised by this 
tribe, has ghastly legends among the people of 
the plains. "Head-hunters" is the name by 
which they have come to be knowm. 

Away back in the dim consciousness of this 
savage, the shrine of one tutelary god had been 
raised. The Judge, diligently exploring ruined 
temples far off in India, had not the faintest 
idea in the world that echoes of himself were 
being translated into oracles for his ward. In 
their long intercourse of mind toman, the Judge 
had laid down commandments that Ishmael 
found difficult either to violate or to forget. 

To the Igorrote, the loss of the old convictions 
was like the stripping of his strength. Un¬ 
certain and without aim, his great force had 
ceased suddenly to be a power. He fled almost 
in shame to the mountains. Existence seemed 
to offer no other shelter for the half savage who 




could live neither among the civilized nor the 

Neither abjuration was regretted. Against 
civilization there was, perhaps, the heavier 
score. To its other depredations was added 
that last and most acute — of home. He was 
a wanderer now, pursued by the demon of 
unrest, with nowhere a goal in sight. 

Often, by sunset light, he opened the books 
that he had brought all the way out of the world 
with him. But they were always mute tongues 
whose sullenness denied even the crumbs of 
consolation to the apostate. 

Far in the hills, solitary and wrapped in the 
night stillness, he would think — tortuously 
and slowly, after the manner of the child mind. 
That vision power which it has pleased the 
inscrutable to place full-grown in the rude and 
in the cultivated alike was at once his solace 
and his torment. 

The room where the Juez and he had sat at 
night would suddenly appear to him — clean 
and shining with light. The Juez was there; 
the kindly, humorous Juez, who had lived so 
widely and so well that he had acquired a 
superhuman understanding. Ishmael recalled 
that he was a greater chieftain, and over a 
wider domain, than was his own father; yet it 
was through no physical force. 

Annexed to this vision, completing the 
smothered instincts of home, rose Rafaela, 
crouched in her dream, aJways with the hunger 
look, the unsolved riddle of her eyes. 

Far below his jungle,- along shining plains to 
the sea, the mirage of cities stretched. Down 
there, men trod a tranquil way of laughter and 
learning. And in the farthest city of them all, 
the transitory city of ships, were people who trav¬ 
eled to far worlds on the errands of the earth. 

Here in the mountains, far out of the con¬ 
sciousness of the world, there was the inviolate 
quiet whose law even the serpents and the 
beasts of prey had learned—the smothering 
stillness without time or change. Even the 
lonely spirit of the mountains broke its dumb 
agony to echo across canons to a human call. 

Something that was half a dream, half an 
alarm, came to Ishmael, awakening him out of 
sleep. A far-off murmur of voices that seemed 
to lift to him from the plains! The ghostly ca¬ 
dences shook the air alive till he would spring 
up, looking out to see the cloistered mountains 
peopled with an armed foe. 

Night after night it throbbed — hoarse, sup¬ 
plicating, invoking — what? — till his savage 
intuition discerned some awful menace. That 
chaos of tongues proclaimed a danger — a wide¬ 
spread peril to the plains. Fear seized upon 
Ishmael — fear for Rafaela and for the people 

down there. Blood called to kindred, and 
Ishmael set out in answer to it as resolutely as 
if a hand beckoned him on. 

Stopping one night for food and rest, he 
found the pueblo overflowing with panic- 
stricken refugees on the way to the hills, 
Cholera had broken out over the entire islands, 
annihilating by townships. Never in the 
memory of the natives had the plague spread 
a destruction so complete. The evil breath 
traveled with the w'ind. Save himself who 
could, they warned; but the Igorrote would 
not retrace his way. 

The hush of desolation and devastation that 
the town wore, even from afar, dejected the 
weary and foot-sore Ishmael. Depopulated 
and disease-stricken, w r hat life was left in it 
seemed paralyzed. All business was throttled, 
while the wretched inhabitants prayed in the 
church or tramped endlessly through the 
streets in tottering propitiatory processions. 
Scarcely a shack but had furnished a victim. 
In the cemeteries the dead lay exposed, for 
none would take the risk of burying them. 

After a journey of hundreds of miles, Ishmael 
stopped, with a sinking heart, at his destination. 
The home of Rafaela was closed and still, as if 
everything here were over and done. 

Yet it was Rafaela herself who answered his 
call — a changed, faltering Rafaela, w r ho shrank 
back from the door with a cry. “You must 
go,” she warned. “My father dies in there of 
the pest!” 

But it was Ishmael who went out alone and 
buried her father that night. 

The spectacle of helplessness all around him 
roused the Igorrote's savage courage. To die 
without fighting! That was a contemptible 
thing, worthy of these weak creatures of the 
plains. But the weapons of God are not to be 
met with knife or gun. 

Baffled though he was, the Igorrote would 
not fold his arms, like Rafaela and all the rest, 
to wait. Those arms had been too great a 
pow'er in life to drop inert. 

The sight of Rafaela moving insistently 
among the sick, murmuring through chattering 
teeth an incessant “ I am afraid — I am afraid" 
goaded him to desperate courses. 

He had been in Manila when the American 
doctors were dealing with a small outbreak of 
the scourge. The Judge had been deeply inter¬ 
ested, and had explained their methods to his 
scornful listener. Ishmael’smemory, with savage 
perfection, reproduced every detail and precau¬ 
tion the Judge had adjured. Supplementing 
them were the despised counsels of the maestra. 

All else had failed, and since a tangible salva¬ 
tion was nowhere to be found, the doubtful 



theories would be put to trial. Once and for 
all, the ways of the Americans must justify or 
disprove themselves. 

There was no authority left in the town. 
None opposed Ishmael, therefore, in his pre¬ 
posterous undertaking. Even to the wholesale 
boiling of water, which he rigidly enforced, and 
to the patrol over the river, they submitted 
perforce. But against the incessant labor of 
house- and street-cleaning, and the all-pervasive 
sulphur smoke, they demurred with what spirit 
they had left. To little pur¬ 
pose. Ishmael was twice the 
size of any of them, and he had 
the will of his own rock-ribbed 
mountains. Likewise there was 
that reflected influence of the 
Judge to be taken into consid¬ 

He managed, in some incredi¬ 
ble fashion, to superintend per¬ 
sonally every household in the 
village. Even the burial of the 
dead, a feat almost beyond hu¬ 
man coercion, he accomplished. 

desperately to aid quantities of Aguardiente, 
which caused the wretched victim to scream 
out that she was on fire. There his science 
forsook him, and in the blackness of his despair 
he cursed its inadequacy. There remained 
now but the watch — never long. The struggle 
is at most mercifully one of hours. 

In a quiet moment of her sufferings, Rafaela 
opened her dry lips and spoke: “You stayed! 
There was no use!" 

“Am I so poor a thing that I cannot die with 


The means were his own, and suited to a sore 
necessity. To future generations his name was 
to be handed down as a terrorizing divinity. 

A steady diminution of the death rate 
actually set in. Ishmael, secretly incredulous, 
redoubled his efforts. He met with no more 
resistance. The converted populace assisted in 
a body. The sanitation of the village was 
prosecuted to a point that threatened demoli¬ 

It was while Ishmael was slowly choking the 
enemy out of existence that the grimmest fear 
of all was realized. Rafaela dropped down in 
an agony, waving him away with the terrible 
exhortation, “The pest!“ 

The one rude remedy he knew was called 

you?” he demanded, with the savage's grim 
candor before death. 

She made an attempt to turn her devastated 
little face. A strange fever burned in her eyes 
— and suddenly the hunger look was gone. 
“Ah,” she cried, satisfied. “The Sarjenio said 
I could never understand; but it has come to 
me, too —Rafaela, 'the nigger’; it was so he 
named me. I, too, wished to be set high, as 
the Americans set their women — to be grand 
enough to have one die for me, as the soldado 
died for the Americana. 

“We were shut in the convento. The insur- 
rectos were all about — hidden everywhere in 
the country; and the Americans were too few. 
Therefore they waited behind the strong walls 



till other soldados should come to take them 

" Me they had taken to wait upon the 
Americana—she of whom I have told you — 
of the wonderful has'r. Later there was no 
water. The river was at a dangerous distance. 
The woman could not endure as the soldados 
could, and the fever started in her head. 

“A soldado —a young soldado who sat 
always smoking his pipe— took his water-can 
and went out in the dark. I ran to tell him 
that the moving shadows were not those of 
trees; but he never listened to me. 

" After a great while he came back. There was 
bright moonlight in the patio, and I alone saw 
him crawl in. He set down the water, and put 
his face in his arms among the stones — and 

"I called the Sarjento, who stood over him 
for a long time. 1 asked the Sarjento if the 
soldado had loved the woman — to do this 
thing. The Sarjento said no; the soldado had 
never spoken to the woman in his life. 

"What was the meaning of it all, then, I 
wished to know? But the Sarjento sent me 

away, saying those things were not for such 
as I to understand. I know, though—now.” she 
crooned secretly to herself. "I understand." 

All through the night, life flickered around 
that unexplored margin line. At dawn Ishmael 
bent down to her to see how far it yet was to 
the end. 

An incredible thing had transpired in the 
mysterious wells of life, whose portent stretched 
in the fluttering line of red across her lips. 
The Igorrote was not skilled in the magic of 
medicine, but he knew that promise at once. 
The plague that spares not one in ten had 
passed — and Rafaela lived. 

A great heaviness fell from his shoulders as 
he moved to the window to breathe in the air 
of the new day. He looked over the town, 
saved and quieted; then his eyes traveled to 
an unseen goal. 

"We will go back to the Juez!” he said to 
the figure on the bed, "when you are so restored 
that we can walk. We will go to the great 
cities and the schools. There is a new manner 
of fighting that I would know— for the ways of 
the Americans are miracles, as we have seen."' 

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?Hear Melba on the Victor] 

The loveliest of soprano voices—and hearing 
it on the new Victor Records is actually hearing 
4 the great diva herself. 

'* ^ear Melba’s beautiful records of the exquisite “Caro nome” from Rigoletto 
( 88078 ), and that beloved old Scotch song “Bonnie Doon" ( 88150 ), at any Victor 
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is pre-eminent. 

You might be able to build a cabinet 
that outwardly would resemble a Victrola. 
You might even copy the inside construc¬ 
tion and details, if they were not pro¬ 
tected by patents. But there is no copy¬ 
ing the superior Victrola tone-quality. 

That represents years of patient exper¬ 
iment—with various woods, with differ¬ 
ent proportions, with numerous vibratory 
surfaces—and it is simply astonishing 
how slight a variation in size, in shape, 
in position, produces discord instead of 

No, the Victrola tone can’t be equaled! 
Even though the eye could take in every 
detail of construction, there is still that 
same indescribable “something” which 
makes the Stradivarius supreme among 
violins, which gives to the Victrola such 
a wonderfully sweet, clear and mellow 
tone as was never known before. 

Hear the Victrola today at the nearest 
Victor dealer’s. Ask him to play Caruso’s 
new "Forza del Destino” solo (88207), and 
‘‘Mamma mia”, the beautiful Neapolitan song 
(88206). Then you’ll realize the wonderful 
advance in quality of tone due to our im¬ 
proved process of making Victor Records. 

Victor Talking Machine Co., Camden, N. J., U. S. A. 

Berliner Gramophone Co., Montreal, Canadian Distributors. 

To get best results, use only Victor Needles on Victor Records. 

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They should not be subjeded to the 
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out of Washing and Cleaning so that 
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Window-glass lamp- 
chimneys are cheap, 
as paper-soled shoes 
are cheap—cheap to 
buy, but dear to use. 

My name, Macbeth, 
on a lamp-chimney 
means it is made of 
tough glass, clear as 
crystal and that it 
won’t break from heat. 

Best grocers and lamp stores sell 
Macbeth Chimneys. 

My lamp-chimney book insures 
your getting the right chimney for 
any lamp. It is free. Address 

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1st. Convenient and Comfortable Operation 
2nd. Rapid Toasting with High Economy 
3rd. Simplicity and Durability 
4th. Accessibility and Cleanliness 
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ji Toast bread a crisp golden brown. 

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This Magnificent Style Book Is 
Yours For The Asking 

In all the History of Fashions this book stands 
alone—the most beautiful and interesting Spring Style 
Book ever published. 

It is the most splendidly illustrated—the all-in¬ 
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new Spring styles is completed. 

More thought, more time, more money, have been 
put into this guide to the New Fashions than ever were 
expended on any other style publication ever issued. 

Now one copy of this New “ NATIONAL” Style 
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ever. And more—we have reserved one copy for 
YOU, only waiting for you to say it is welcome, for 
you to write for it NOW. 

Russia Has Given The World The Styles For Spring 

For Spring we find Russian Blouses in vogue, and 
Russian Turbans worn with Russian Mesh Veils and 
Russian Simplicity pervading everything. We find the 
coarse Russian Linens and bright new colored Lingerie 
and WashDresses in vogue. And StydishDresses, Waists 
and Suits are trimmed in the new Russian Side-effect 
—but your copy of the “NATIONAL 0 Style Book 
beautifully pictures all these new styles for you. 

It also tells you of the famous “NATIONAL” 
Made-to-Measure Suits, priced from $ 10 to $40. Here 
is the story in few words: Any “ NATION AL” Tailored 
Suit will be cut to your own measurements from your 
own choice of the new styles and made to your order 
in your own choice of over 400 materials. Wonder¬ 
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And every “NATIONAL” Made-to-Measure Suit, as well as every 
other “NATIONAL” garment, is sold under the "NATIONAL” 
Policy : Your money refunded If you are not satisfied. Express- 
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NATIONAL" Ready-Made Garments include Waists 98c to 
$7.50, Skirts. $3.98 to $15; Lingerie Dresses, Tub Suits, $4 98 to 
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desirable styles. 

In writing for your Style Book be sure to state whether you wish 
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The study of pleasing effects 
becomes almost an obligation when 
appetites are to be coaxed into action. 

The serving of NABISCO Sugar 
Wafers with the dessert is an invariable 
rule with the successful hostess. 


Iff ten cent tins 

Also in twenty-live cent tins 



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I r p'HERE are good reasons why Campbell’s 
Tomato Soup is the most delicious you 
ever tasted. 

The finest tomatoes in the world grow right here in New Jersey 
almost at our doors. And we get the pick of the growth—large solid 
handsome specimens raised specially for us from seed that matures them 
evenly red-ripe. 

They are pulled from the vines in the cool early morning—when at 
their best; and brought directly to us. And within five hours they are 
made into _ ^ _ m 

* 1 omato 


Ox Tail 
Mock Turtle 

Clam Chowder 
Clam Bouillon 
Mutton Broth 







Pepper Pot 

Chicken Gumbo (Okra) 

Of all good things, 
I love just two; 
Campbtlfi luscious 
Soufis, and you. 


Just add hot water , bring to a boil , and serve . 

Campbell’s Menu Book describes many inviting ways to 
serve Campbell’s Tomato Soup and the other 20 kinds. Shall 
we send you a copy— free? 

Joseph Campbell Company, Camden N J 

Look for the red-and-white label 

We wash them in crystal-pure water piped from bed-rock. And we strain out 
not only the skin and seeds, but every vestige of the harsh core-fibre that grows in 
all tomatoes. We use only the pure meaty part and clear juice with all their 
natural flavor. That is why Campbell’s Tomato Soup is so rich and creamy, and 
has such a fresh spicy relish and aroma. 

No one—not even you—could make such soup without these gardens right at hand; 
without our costly apparatus; or without our priceless formula. Money will not produce better. 

Prove this by trying it yourself. If you are not entirely pleased with any 
of Campbell s Soups we authorize the grocer to return your money . Is there any 
better way than that? , _ 

21 kinds 10c a can 


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(cranberry pie) 










Pure Plain 

garnishes the meats, gives body to the jells, stiffens 
the sauces and gravies, thickens the soup, gives 
consistency to the ices and the ice cream and is 
the basis for 

Delicious Desserts 

Revised edition of "Dainty Desserts for Dainty People." our illus¬ 
trated book of new recipes, free on request for your grocers’ name* 
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If you are steering for good, sound health and ability to 
“ do things ” — change from coffee to 


Remember directions on package—to boil 15 minutes 
after boiling commences —then, you will not only get the full 
food value, but a dark rich beverage that changes to golden 
brown when cream is added, with a delicious flavour similar 
to mild, high-grade coffee. 

“There’s a Reason” for Postum 

Postum Cereal Co., Ltd., Battle Creek, Mich., U. S. A. 

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Finder of Men 

An average American knows many 
people. But he does not always know 
where they are. 

He has a thousand friends and ac¬ 
quaintances. Where are they at this 
particular moment ? He can be sure 
of some of them—perhaps a dozen. 
But he wants to locate one or more of 
the others. 

The Bell system enables him to reach 

If he finds his friend at home, or in 
his place of business, he talks with him 
at once. If [he learns that his friend 
is in some other town the Bell System 
will furnish the connection. 

Cities are larger than they used to be. 
Men know and need to know more 
people. Yet the need of keeping in 
touch is as great as ever. Without 
Bell service there would be hopeless 

The range of the telephone is not 
confined to one town or one commun¬ 
ity. It is not satisfying simply to learn 
that a man is out of town; through the 
Long Distance Service of the Bell Sys¬ 
tem he may be reached, wherever he is. 

The Bell Service extends to all com¬ 
munities. It reaches the millions of 
American people. One in twenty is a 
Bell subscriber. The other nineteen 
can be found because Bell service is 
universal service. 

The telephone does more work for less money than any other 
servant of mankind . There is economy as well as efficiency 
in one system, one policy, universal service. Every Bell 
Telephone is the Center of the System. 

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r IN’T IT STRANGE how many bond 
papers have been born “old”? Just because 
of the standard of grade set by 

we now find offered by both maker and 
printer—“Old This Bond,” “Old That Bond,” 
“Old Someother Bond” a:.d many of the titles 
sound like or suggest Hampshire. 

You know why all this is done and will act’ 

Buy the real standard to get the best and that 
of the best repute. 

Let us send you the OLD HAMPSHIRE BOND Book of Speci¬ 
mens. It contains suggestive specimens of letterheads and 
other business forms, printed, lithographed and engraved on 
the white and fourteen colors of OLD HAMPSHIRE BOND. 

Write for it on your present letterhead. 

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I T WILL please others if you listen to what they have to 
to please yourself, demand 

say, but 

ffalf Hose 
“ The socks for knocks ** 

CL Shawknit socks are the pioneer advertised socks of the 
country; have been on the market for over 32 years; 
are the standard socks of the world; always dependable. 

C, Embracing every desirable feature known to scien¬ 
tific hosiery making. None more durable—are 
seamless — none as comfortable. Colors are fast 
and harmless. They are knit to fit. Do not drag 
over the instep or pull up at the toes. 

C, We recommend the styles herewith offered 
in three different weights of black cotton 
socks with undyed natural cream color 
combed Egyptian double soles, to people 
objecting to any dyed portion coming in con¬ 
tact with their feet. If you cannot procure 
them from your dealer order from us direct, 
mentioning size desired, also weight, by style 
number. We will prepay delivery charges 
upon receipt of price. 

Shaw Stocking Co. Smith St., Lowell, Mass. 

25c per pair 

or $1.50 for 6 pairs in 
a strong, neat box 

2SW Heavy weight 
„ 19SW Light weight 
,, 35SW Extra light weight 

Sizes 9 to 11 % inclusive 

Our illustrated booklet,showing 
our many styles in cotton, me - 
rino, worsted and mercerized 
lisle, sent free. 

Popular with the Boy and hit Father, too, because 

(This label on every garment ) 

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i* • guarantee of fit and wearing quality—and of dean, cool, 
well-ventilated Summer Comfort. 

For Boys ^KSs'oo For Men 

Made in all standard styles and Union Suits. So soft to the 
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There are two classes of workers—head workers and hand workers. Are you one 
of the hands ? What you get on pay day determines it. 

The hands are paid for just so much work done. Come hard times they are laid 
off—steady times, they earn so much and no more — sickness, their earnings are sus¬ 
pended— old age, their earnings cease. Advancement in the true sense ot the word 
plays no part. Are you one of the hands ? 

Only special training for the line of work you are best fitted for will put you in the 
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Hardware Trimmings 
That Harmonize 

If you are building a home be sure 
that you select hardware trimmings 
that will be in keeping with the 
architectural style. Your architect 
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the style — but you should acquaint 
yourself with the merits of 




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Over 70 patterns are 

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Valuable Paint Book 

for Property Owners 

You have occasion to buy more or 
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you need this book. Send for it to¬ 
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paints to crack and scale. 

Tells how to choose a harmonious 
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If you have a new baby, of course you will nurse it, for 
" Remember, there is nothing as good for the baby as 
mother’s milk." 

If you will drink the milk of the large, vigorous Holstein 
Cow, you cannot help imparting vitality to baby as well as 
gaining strength yourself. This seems a simple way to get 
strong. Try it. It costs little and you will find yourself 
gaining rapidly, as well as your baby. 

If you do not nurse your baby, drink Holstein Cow’s Milk 
yourself and get your physician to tell you how to modify 
it for baby. If baby is well and strong the milk will prob¬ 
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Cow’s Milk for infant and invalid feeding. Many of them 
have their own herds of Holstein Cows. 

Our little book, " The Story of Holstein Milk," has a fund 
of information in it, and we are pleased to send it upon 


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I fisffEKESsS 

Impure Water 

Pure Water 

How the PURE and the 
IMPURE May Bear the 
Same Chemical Symbols 

Many people, and even many 
druggists, believe that all peroxide 
of hydrogen is alike, because it all 
bears the same chemical symbols 
H2O2. The chemical symbol of 
plain water is H2O, and dirty 
water can be just as correctly de¬ 
scribed by this symbol as clean 
water; yet no one would want to drink dirty water simply because its chemical symbol is H2O. 

The cheap and inferior grades of peroxide of hydrogen, suitable only for bleaching and 
similar purposes, can be and are properly described by the 
symbol H2O2. It is, however, just as reasonable to use these 
bleaching kinds for personal use, because they bear the symbol 
H2O2, as to drink dirty water because it has the same chemical 
symbol as pure water. 

The impurities in dirty water make it dangerous to drink just 
as the impurities in bleaching peroxide make it unfit for personal 
_ use. Bleaching grades of peroxide do not have to be pure, and, 

— possibly because they are less expensive to make, they are some¬ 
times bottled and sold for toilet use. It is just as improper to do 
\ this as it would be to bottle impure water and sell it for pure water. 

Exact Size of 
Trial Bottle 

should be used exclusively for all personal, toilet and medicinal purposes, 
just as pure water should be used exclusively for drinking purposes 
Worthy druggists everywhere sell Dioxogen, but the safe thing to do is 
to always ask for Dioxogen by name. Do not merely ask for “peroxide of 
hydrogen,” as this is a general term covering all qualities and kinds, and, 
like the general term “water” does not distinguish between the pure and 
the impure, the suitable and the unsuitable. 

Dioxogen Has Over Twenty Uses in the Home 

Some of the most important, described in our new booklet “The 
Best Kind of Health Insurance”, are its uses as a Gargle, as a 
Mouth Wash, for Wounds and Cuts, for Burns and Scalds, 
After Shaving, for Chapped Hands and Face, for the Com¬ 
plexion, for Manicuring, etc., etc. 


If vou have never used Dioxogen, or if you have been buying ordinary 
peroxide for personal use and want to prove the merits of Dioxogen, 
we will gladly send you a 2 oz. trial bottle upon receipt of 10c to cover 
postage (He) and mailing case (2c). Use coupon or give informa¬ 
tion asked for on coupon in a letter mentioning this magazine. , 

THE OAKLAND CHEMICAL CO., 91 Front St., New York 

new y f 


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f close 10c for 2 

oils AND habm^' 1 ^ 

_ 91 Front Street, 

r New York 

Check one of the follow in?: 
fir l | I have never used Dioxogen 

1_I or any peroxide of hydrogen, 

I would like to try Dioxogen and 
enclose 10c for 2 oz. trial bottle. 

I am using a peroxide, but not Dioxogen, 
for personal use. 1 would like to compare 
with the kind I am now using and cn- 
oz. trial bottle. 


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and gentle emollients preserve, 
purify and beautify the skin, scalp, 
hair and hands of infants and 
children, prevent minor eruptions 
becoming chronic, and soothe and 
dispel torturing, disfiguring rash¬ 
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ings. Peace falls on distracted 
households when Cuticura enters. 

Sold throughout the world. Depots: London. 27. 
Charterhouse Sq.; Paris, 10. Rue dc la Chaus.see 
d’Antln: Australia. R. Towns <fc Co., Sydney: India, 
B. K. Paul, Calcutta: China. Hong Kong Drug Co.: 
Japan. Martiya, Ltd.. Toklo; So. Africa, Lennon. 
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Corp.. Sole Pror8. t 133 Columbus Ave., Boston. 

oyCuttcura Book, post-free. 32 paces of valuable 
Information on Care of the Skin, Scalp and Hair. 



is the original—the first—talcum pow¬ 
der, It is the best by test, and is pre¬ 
ferred by the discriminating because 
of its uniformity and purity. 

Other Talcum powders 
sold because of fancy 
boxes. Mermen’s is 
sold on its merits 
as a toilet 




for Men- 

^ nen’s head on 

every box you buy 
—it is the sign of the 
genuine. Put up in the 
“Box that Lox 

Sample box for 2c stamp 

Guaranteed by Gerhard Mennen Chem. 
Co. under the Pure Food and Drug 
Act, June 30, 1906. Serial No, 1642. 

Gerhard Mennen Co., Newark, N. J. 



$8,000 to $10,000 


Make Money Out of Others’ Fun 

Pleading the Public Pays Bis: Profits and own¬ 
ers of our famous attractions frequently make from 18,000 
to $10,000 every year. We make everything in the Riding 
Gallery line from a hand- power Merry-Go-Round to the 
highest grade Carousselles. Bring in hundreds of dollars 
daily It is a delightful, attractive, big paying, healthful 
business. Just the thing for the man who can’t stand 
indoor work, or is not fit for heavy work. 

Just the business for the man who has some money 
and wants to invest it to the best advantage. Our goods 
are the finest appearing, easiest running, and most attrac¬ 
tive line min jf ictured They are simple in construction 
and require no special knowledge to operate. If you want 
to get into a money-making business, write to-day lot 
catalogue and particulars. 


Park Amusement Outfitters 
220 Sweeney Street, N. Tonawanda. N. Y. f U.S. A._ 

McClure's—The Marketplace of the World 

A superior seasoning for all kinds of Fish, Steaks, Roasts, Game, Gravies, Salads, etc. It gives 
appetizing relish to an otherwise insipid dish. JoHN Doncan < s SoNS> AgtS) 

Beware of Imitations. New York 

OftfTpC! STEWS and HASHES are rendered very 
^ much more tasty and appetizing by using 





Lithia Swings Water 

A. F. A. King, A. M., M. D., Prof. of Obstetrics and Diseases of Women and children in the 
Medical Department of Col umbia University, Washington, D. C., and in the University of Vermont; 
Ex-President Washington Obstetrical and Gynecological Society; Fellow of the British Gynecological 
and of the American Gynecological Societies , etc., etc., in the eighth edition of his Manual 

recommends Buffalo Lithia Water Bladder. 

T. Griswold Comstock, A. M., M. D., St. Louis, Mo., says: # “I have made use of it in 
gynecological practice, in women suffering from acute Uraemic conditions, with results, to say the 
least, very favorable .* 9 

Dr. Jos. Holt, of New Orleans, Ex-President of the State Board of Health of Louisiana, says: 
“I have Ptrriniw * I ,m. n m UFAmno in affections of the kidneys and urinary passages, 
prescribedDUFFALO LITEliA IxAl LK particularly in Gouty subjects in Albuminuria, and 
in irritable condition of the Bladder and Urethra in females. The results satisfy me of its extraor¬ 
dinary value in a large class of cases usually most difficult to treat. 

Voluminous medical testimony cn request. For sale by the general drug and mineral water trade. 

Buffalo Lithia Springs Water 

McClure’s — The Marketplace of the World 

The Unseen Power 

As man’s mechanical skill increases he conceals the means by which 
work is done. Compare, for example, the earliest locomotives and 
their exposed mechanism w T ith the modern “iron horse,” or the early 
walking-beam engine with a modern motor-boat driven by a sub¬ 
merged propeller and seeming to move as if alive. In your country 
home there is no need to insult the landscape with a towering, clat¬ 
tering, unreliable windmill. Leave windmills to the days of “ New 
Amsterdam” and the old flint-lock muskets to lovers of antiques, 
and let your water supply be furnished by the little, inconspicuous 
Hot-Air Pump, which can be tucked away in a corner of the cellar, 
barn, or outhouse, works silently and independently of wind or 
weather, and is reliable always. Once installed it is out of sight and 
out of mind. 

Be sure that the name "BFPMlQinCQ ^ PCCflM appears upon the pump you 

purchase. This name HE£>ten iHULII ° r LIlluOOUIl protects you against worth¬ 

less imitations. When so situated taut you cannot personally inspect the pump before ordering, 
write to our nearest office (see list below) for the name of a reputable dealer in your locality, who 
will sell you only the genuine pump Over 40,000 are in use throughout the world to-day. 

Write for Catalogue G, and ask for reduced price-list 


35 Warren Street, New York 40 Dearborn Street, Chicago 234 West Craig Street, Montreal. P. Q. 

239 Franklin Street, Boston 40 North ?th Street. Philadelphia 22 Pitt Street, Sydney, N. S. W. 

(Also builder:* of the new ** Reeco" Electric Pump.) 

Peter Henderson & Co. 

To secure for our annual catalogue the largest possible circulation, we make the fol¬ 
lowing unusual offer: To every one who will state where this advertisement was seen, and 
who encloses Ten Cent* (in stamps) we will mail the catalogue described below and alto 
send free of charge our 44 HENDERSON 99 COLLECTION OF SEEDS, containing 
one packet each of Giant Mixed Sweet Peas; Qiant Fancy Pansies, Mixed; Giant Victoria 
Asters, Mixed; Henderson's Big Boston Lettuce; Freedom Tomato and Henderson's Blood 
Turnip Beet in a coupon envelope, which when emptied and returned will be accepted 
as a 25-cent cash payment on any order amounting to $1.00 and upward, 


Is the title of our 1910 catalogue. It is a book of 200 pages with 700 photo engravings direct from 
nature, 8 superb colored and duotone plates of vegetables and flowers. Complete and thorough 
in every respect, it embodies the results of sixty years practical experience. We believe it is tbe 
best we have ever issued, and the premier horticultural publication of tbe year. 

In addition, ,.11 ordering from this advertisement will receive a copy of our Garden Guide 
Kecord, which we consider one of our most valuable publications. A handbook of condensed 
cultural information of which one of our customers, who has had an advance copy, says: "It is the 
most complete, concise and comprehensive hook of its kind." 

very Empty Envelope Counts As Cash 

H0RL CK Salted milk 

I erf* | BBt I mm I rn Nutritious Food-Drink-All Age* 

Keep St on your side-board at homem 

Served at Restaurants, Hotels, Fountains, Druggists . 

Delicious, invigorating and sustaining. 
Easily digested by the most delicate. 

Mc Clure’s— The Marketplace of the World 


The Sunberrv Improved Wonder berry 

y A Luscious Berry Ripening in 3 Months from Seed 

Seed 20c. per pkt.; 3 pkts. for 50c.; postpaid 

This is positively the GREATEST new Fruit and the best NOVELTY of modern times. These are facts 
which no one can get away from. The proofs are overwhelming in number and conclusive in character. 

Fruit blue-black like an enormous rich blueberry in 
looks and taste. Unsurpassed for eating raw, cooked, can¬ 
ned or preserved in any form. This great garden fruit is 
equally valuable in hot, dry, cold or wet climates. Easiest 
plant in the world to grow, succeeding anywhere and 
yielding great masses of rich fruit all summer and fall. 

The greatest boon to the family garden ever known. 

Leaves and branches are also used for greens aud are 
superb Everybody can and will grow it. 

Luther Burbank of California, the world famous plant 
wizard, originated this new fruit and turned it over to me 
to introduce. He says of it: “This absolutely new berry 
plant is of great interest and value, as it bears the most 
delicious, wholesome and healthful berries in utmost pro¬ 
fusion and always comes true from seed.” 

THE SUNBERRY is an improved form of the Wonder- 
berry which I introduced exclusively last year and which 
proved so satisfactory. It is greatly superior to the origi¬ 
nal type, and I alone have genuine seed. 

SEED 20c. per pkt.; 3 pkts. for 50c. ; 

7 for $1.00. 

With every packet of seed I send a book giving 99 Re¬ 
ceipt* for using the fruit, raw, cooked, canned, preserved, 
jellied, spiced, pickled, jams, syrup, wine, greens, etc. It 
is superior for any of these uses. 

Also a copy of my 152 -page Catalogue with every order 

—which leils all about, my 



MY GREAT CATALOGUE of Flowers and Vegetable 
Seed, Bull's, Pla-tts and Rare and New Fruits FREE to all 
who apply. 152 pages, 500 illustrations, and colored plates. 

I hiive been in business 35 years and have half a million 
customers all over the country. Complete satisfaction 
guaranteed to everyone. Do not fail to see the many great 
Novelties I am offering this year, of which the SUNBERRY 
is the greatest ever known.* 

READ MY CATALOGUE, pages 2 and 3. for full de- 
scnpti *n, culture, uses, etc. (Also Colored Plate.) 

READ scores of testimonials from well-known and re¬ 
putable people all over the country, pages 137,138, 139, 140. 

READ the “Crime of the Wonderberry,” page 136 

Address JOHN LEWIS CHILDS, Floral Park, N. Y. 

p S.—This offer will not appear .igain. Write for Sunberrv seed, and Catalogue at once. Do not neglect or delay. 

What some of the growers say: 

M- (well-known author).West Park, 

lYIr. JObn Dlirrougns, N.Y., says: “My visit to you was 
well worth while* if only to see that wonderful Wonderberry. 
I could hardly credit my eyes when you led me in the midst 
of those vines, each one spreading three or four feet over 
the ground and loaded with fruit. As you lifted up the under 
branches they were literally black with berries, and the marvel 
was that much of the fruit had been hanging there since July 
(nearly 3 months) and tvas sound and sweet. And that pie 
we had for dessert at dinner. Surely, I never ate a more 
delicious pie in my life.” 

K C r _L„ writing to the** Tribune,” Hammond. La., 

• O. Lnocns, Aug. 5th, says:*' I have handled the Won¬ 
derberry this year. Planted in the open ground in March. Began 
gathering berries in June. The plants nere will easily produce 
$250 per acre before Aug. 1st. The plants bear enormously 
and the fruit is delicious and sells readily in the markets.” 

C C Director of the New York State 

mr. Ei« J. miner, Agricultural Experimental Station, 
says: “The Wonderberry appears to be a very good thing, 
particularly on poor soil. 1 have seen it growing and fruiting 
abundantly in pure sand. Another great quality is the long 
keeping of the fruit, after it is picked. 1 have some that were 
picked and shipped to me four weeks ago that are still good.” 

D Q 14oil Wicbita, Kans., says: *'l sold seed of the 
• J, flail, Wonderberries to thirty different parties last 
spring, and twenty-nine of them are well satisfied with it and 
recommend it. The other one planted it in soil too heavily 
fertilized. 1 think I can sell lots next spring. I know of 
no fruit or vegetable of easier culture. 1 find it extremely 
prolific and of long season in bearing. Its rich color and fine 
flavor make it one of the very best berries for jelly; and made 
into pies—well, it has got them all beat to a frazzle.” 

D L_ l D.,,*. Chef of the Union League Club, 

Kobert Dreunmg, Brooklyn, N. Y., says: “Having 
tried the new betry called the Wonderberry, I wish to say that 
it is indeed a most delicious berry, and as a berry for culinary 
use in making pies, etc., it is unsurpassed and cannot be rec¬ 
ommended too highly, the berries having a delightful flavor.” 
rk _ r D* (Publishing Co.), Chicago, 111.: ” A 

USCal L. Dinner few weeks ago our grocer notified 
Mrs. Binner that he had a fine lot of Burbank’s Wonder- 
berries. We bought some and made a pie ot same, and must 
confess that though lam very fond of good pus I never ate 
such n delictrus pie before My I but it was good.” 


Th. e Improved 

•' Wonders^. 


McCure’s—The marketplace of the World 


That Croupy Cough 

— the dread of every mother — 
soon loses its dangerous symp¬ 
toms by the internal application of 




(Contain No Lead) 

Warm a little in a tea-spoon. Let the 
child swallow this quantity at intervals 
till the congestion is relieved. So taste¬ 
less, it is readily taken. So pure, it is 
safest, most effective and best. 

This is but one of the twelve Vaseline preparations 
that together form a safe and convenient medicine 
chest for the treatment of all the little accidents 
and ailments prevalent in every family. 


it tells you of the special uses for 

Capsicum Vaseline 
Pure V aseline 
Carbolatcd Vaseline 
Mentholated Vaseline 
Vaseline Oxide of Zinc 
Vaseline Cold Cream 

Pomade Vaseline 
White Vaseline 
Camphorated Vaseline 
Borated Vaseline 
Perfumed White Vaseline 
Vaseline Camphor Ice 


Proprietor* of Every “Vaseline” Product 

Dept. C, State St., New York 



Brass-Craft is the most pop¬ 
ular and valuable Art of tha 
time, and with our stamped 
articles and simple instruc¬ 
tions, materials costing only 
a trifle can quickly be worked 
up into articles worth many 

Let us send you this Complete outfit consisting of 1 Stip. 
pling and VeiningTool. 1 package Polishing Powder, 1 pack¬ 
age Coloring Powder, 1 Fine Sandpaper, 1 piece Polithin* 
Plush, and complete material for Handsome Brass-Craft 
Calendar (see illustration) as follows: 1 Brass Panel, 1 
Wood Panel, 50 Round-Head Brass Tacks, 1 Brass Hanger. 
1 Calendar Pad. Furnished with stamped design and full 
directions for making Calendar worth $1.00— all in neat box, 
FREE and prepaid, to anyone sending na 26 cents to pay 
cost of packing, shipping, etc. 


Illustrates hundreds of articles in Brass-Craft for use, orna¬ 
ment or profit. The above outfit offer is made for a limited 
time only to quickly introduce our splendid line of Brass- 

Craft good* and distribute our New Catalog. Write today. 


737-739 Jackson Bird. CHICAGO. ILL 

See The 

A pen that 

will make a mark from 
a fine hair-line to heavy shad¬ 
ing lias a wide range of possibili¬ 
ties. ^ All pens will not do this. They 
haven't the Spencerian elasticity. 


Steel Pens 

do this aud don’t lose their elasticity doing 
individual pen is carefully 
nntsned, tempered and polished. All 
styles—one quality. 

Sample card of 12 , all different, 
sent for 6c postage. 


349 Broadway 
N. Y. 

McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

Every Higgin Screen 
sees a dozen ordinary 
screens come and go 

T HE ordinary kind can’t stand the weather. The wooden frames soon 
warp , split, siuell and rot. The netting eventually rusts , pulls loose , 
breaks. In a few years you need a new set or must worry along with 
the unsightly, stick-fast, weather-beaten old ones. 

last as long as the house and always look 
like new. The frames are enameled steel 
or dull finished copper. Sun and rain can t 
hurt them. The channels are metal, too, so 
that the screens always fit perfectly — always 
slide easily. Nothing to shrink, swell, 
warp, or rot. 

The netting is solid bronze wire— 
the same all the way through—therefore 
absolutely rust-proof. It needs no paint 

and never has to be painted. It is held by 
a patented inside round frame. This presses 
against the outside moldings—holds the 
wire uniformly tight but does not bend it 
sharply anywhere. Allows for expansion 
and contraction due to changes in tempera¬ 
ture. Can't pull away from the frame. 

Their superior wear makes Higgin Screens 
the cheapest without considering the extra 
value of their superior appearance . 

Screen once for all. Get Higgin Screens now 
and save money later 

Branch offices in all principal cities. Local representatives fur¬ 
nish estimates without charge or obligation. But if we have none in 
.vour city we. will take measurements, deliver and fit screens; satis¬ 
faction guaranteed. Wherever you live you need not take a substitute 
for Higgin Screens. 

Free Catalog shows Higgin Screens for various styles of windows 
and doors adapted to either old or new buildings and tells what 
users think of them. Write today. 


303-323 Woshiodton Ave. NEWPORT, KY. 

Higgin All-Metal Weather Strip —Zinc and bronze. Always air-tight. Window never sticks. Circular free. 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

A piano is maker and materials. The maker who thinks right will use best 
materials and most skill—that’s an Estey. 

A tone-trained ear is worth a fortune to a think-right piano-maker. * Estey 
makers have men many years tone-trained. 

We make a good piano and guarantee it with a good name, and we don’t charge 
for the name. All you need to pay for is the piano. Think of that. 

THE “POCKET ESTEY ” IS A BOOKLET of eleven small pages. You 
can read it in five minutes. It is a guide to right thinking about pianos generally 
and you should not buy a piano until you have 
read it. Sent free on request. Address Dept. “ E. M 

Estey Piano Company 

New York City 

Sixty years of honor in musical instrument making. 






is an unclean mouth. A 
sweet mouth is a clean 
mouth. Sourness is caused 
by germs, turning food 
(starch and sugar) into 
Lactic Acid—which also 
decays teeth. Dr. Shef¬ 
field's Creme Dentifrice 
produces a clean mouth 
(aseptically and hygieni- 
cally clean), sweet breath 
and white polished teeth. 
It is perfectly smooth 
without an atom of grit. 
It has a delicious flavor, 
pleasing to everyone. 

Sold everywhere on both sides 
of the Atlantic (or by mail 25c ). 
Every pickaxe has ATTACH¬ 

The Sheffield Dentifrice Co., 

Box 5, New London, Conn., U. S. A. 

for Whooping Cough 
Croup, Sore Throat 
Coughs, Bronchitis 
Colds, Diphtheria 

“Used while you sleep” Catarrh. 

Vaporized Cresolene stops the paroxysms of 
Whooping Cough. Ever dreaded Croup cannot 
exist where Cresolene is used. 

It acts directly on the nose and throat making 
breathing easy in the case of colds; soothes the 
sore throat and stops the cough. 

Cresolene is a powerful germicide acting both 
as a curative and preventive in contagious diseases. 

It is a boon to sufferers from Asthma. 

Cresolene’s best recommendation is its 30 
years of successful use. 

For Sale By All Druggists. 

Send Postal for Descriptive Booklet. 

Cresolene Antiseptic Throat Tablets for the irrita¬ 
ted throat, of your druggist or from us. 10 c. in stamps. 

THE VAPO-CRESOLENE CO., 180 Fulton St., New York 
Leemlng-Mlles Building, Montreal, Canada. 


McClure 1 s —The Marketplace of the World 


Tanks and Towers 

TANKS of Steel or " Ever- 
Listing’* Louisiana Red Cy¬ 
press with hoops of guaran¬ 
teed strength. No leaks; no 
danger of bursting; no trouble 
from freezing. , , . 

TOWERS of Steel of the 
famous Tubular-Col urnn de¬ 
sign or of Structural Steel. 
Both of such heavy and rigid 
construction that they will 
withstand cyclones. 

Eastman Kodak Co., Roch- 
cstcr.N. Y.,write us Sept. 7 / 06 : 

" The 2 5,000 Gallon Cypress 
Tank and 75 foot Tubular 
Column Steel Tower which 
you installed at our plant some 
eight years ago have given us 
entire satisfaction, and are in 
good condition to-day.'* 

Outfits for WATER SUP¬ 
TION for Factories and Mills, 
Country' Homes, Small Vil¬ 
lage Water Works, Asylums, 
Railways, Parks and every 
other purpose. We erect any¬ 
where in the United States, 
Canada or Mexico 

Ask for references in your 
section Send for illustrated 
catalogue "L" and delivered 




^ Louisville, Ky„ U.S.A. 

Erected for 

Toledo. Ohio. 


/^OME to San Antonio! 

^ Away from winter— 
the land of flowers—to 
the city of Romance. 

Golf, Polo, Tennis, Riding 
to Hounds, New Million 
Dollar Hotels. 

See the quaint Mexican Quar¬ 
ter, the Ancient Missions 
and — the Alamo I 

Our tourist book ^ (edi 
tion de luxe) " Saa 
Antonio the Beauti¬ 
ful 1 *— on request. 



San Antonio Texas 




Three Generations 
of American Women 
Have Been Guided 
in Their Selection of 
Silken Fabrics by 
the Sterling Worth 
and Reliability of 



And this is more than 
ever true to-day. Leading 
stores everywhere have 
their standard. All other 
silks, imported or not, are 
judged by the Cheney 

Fashions for Spring 
and Summer indicate a 
widespread preference for 
Foulards. Among the 
wide variety of Cheney 
Silks to be had in every 
leading store may be found 
the only “Shower-proof” 
Foulards. In all the latest 
patterns and designs, 
smaller figures, polka-dots 
and modish shades. 

every fabric made of silk, every 
weave, every finish, for every pur¬ 
pose. Ask for Cheney Silks and 
be sure you get them. Look for 
the name “Cheney Silks ” on the 

At Leading Stores 


511k Manufacturers 


McClure’s—The marketplace of the World 

The Berkshire Hills Sanatorium 

For the Scientific and Effective Treatment of 


Without Resorting to Surgical Procedure 

The only private institution of magnitude in the United 
States for the exclusive treatment of Cancer and other 
malignant and benign new growths. Conducted by a 
physician of standing. Established thirty-two years. 
Far complete information address 
North Adams • • • • Massachusetts 


a^alnut harmful exposure to mow and 
wind—Used daily by women every¬ 
where who wish to preserve their 
beauty and keep their youthful ap¬ 
pearance, is La biache. It prevents 
chaps, rough net's and rednesn and 
keeps the skin smooth and velvety. 

It Is pure and harmless. 

Refuse substitutes. They may be 
dangerous. Flesh, White,Pink or 
Cream, AOc. a box, of druggists or by 
moil. Send\f)c. for sample box. 

BEN. LEVY CO.. French Perfumers 
Dept. IS) 12o Kingston St., Boston. Hass, 



Cuts Pressing Bills in Half 

This adjustable garment hanger is adaptable to 
hanging lull suits, either Ladies or Gentleiren. 
It is like putting yourself into your clothes 
when you hang them up in your wardrobe. 
Satisfaction guaranteed or money refunded. 
Price ?1 each, 6 for $5.50or 12 for^lOdelivercd. 
Booklet Free . 

KEEP-SIIAPE CO., Dept. H, 132 Kaainu 8L, T«rk 


of pure bred roultry, for 1010 , 200 pages, hand¬ 
somely illustrated, 150 engravings, photos, 30 
line colored plates, describes 65 leading varie¬ 
ties of land and waterfowls, gives low prices of 
s’oek, eggs, incubators, poultry supplies, etc. 
Calendar for each month. How toearc for poul- 
t y and all details. Only 10 cents. Send to-day. 
It. H. GRLIDER, Box 90, Rhcem*. Pa. 

E VEN Sister Bess can 
make good desserts— 
leustards, creams, pud- 

dings—if she goes by the 
book and uses 

Kingsf ord s Corn Starch 

C, Successful housewives from nearly every 
State in the Union tell us how they use 
Kingsford’s to improve their cooking. 

C You’ll find the recipes in our re¬ 
markable little Cook bookH —“What 
a Cook Ought to Know about Corn 
Starch 99 with 168 of the best recipes 
you ever tried. 

C. Mail a post card today. 

C. We’ll send the book free. 


Oswego, N. Y. 



McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 


alike draw a distinct line between the ordinary market variety and 


Epicures, because they have learned that 
ATWOOD Grape Fruit is invariably thin- 
skinned, solid and juice-laden, with a flavor 
and appetizing influence never to be had in 
the ordinary. 

Physicians, because they have found that only 
ATWOOD Grape Fruit can be depended 
upon to impart to an effective degree the 
grape fruit properties so beneficial to persons 
of acid natures, especially sufferers from 
rheumatism and gout. 

ATWOOD Grape Fruit morning 
and evening to correct the most 
obdurate acid system. 

Only in one place in the world has grape 
fruit culture been developed to its highest 
state and that is in the ATWOOD Grove, 
at Manavista, Florida, where 250 acres 
are devoted to its scientific cultivation, at an 
initial expenditure of over a quarter million 

According to the Bureau of Chemistry of the Department of Agriculture, citric acid, as found in grape fruit, 
** combines with certain bases and the resulting combinations in turn are transformed into 
carbonates, thus rendering an unduly acid urine alkaline 


AH genuine ATWOOD grape fruit is wrapped in the ATWOOD trade 
mark wrapper. Standard box of 54 or 64 or 80, according to size, six dollars. 

We do not fill retail orders. Buy it by the Box—it keeps for weeks and grows better. 


Kimball C. Atwood, Pres. 290 BROADWAY, NEW YORK 




>, FLA. 

V*. *> 

Moss Greens, Bark Browns, 

Old Weathered Grays 

and many other beautiful shades are found in 

Cabot’s Shingle St ains 

They are not only artistic and harmonious, 
but they are also cheap, easy to apply and 
the Creosote thoroughly preserves the wood. 

Send for samples on wood, and circulars. 

SAMUEL CABOT, Inc., 139 Milk St., Boston, Mass. 

Agents at all Central Points. 

Stained with Cabot's Shingfc Stains. 

Ay mar Embury //, Architect, Englewood, N. jf. 


McClure’s—The mametpiace of the World 



Best Aid to 

256 pages of practical gar¬ 
dening information. 8 beauti¬ 
ful color and duotone plates. 
Special cultural notes on How 
to Grow Flowers from Seed; 
How to Grow Asters, Sweet- 
peas, Dahlias, Gladioli, Palms, 
Ferns, Roses, etc. Tells clearly 
how to grow fine vegetables. 
Lists 1.200 varieties of flower 
seeds, 2,COO kinds of plants, 
and 600 varieties of vegetables, 
besides numerous hardy 
shrubs, climbing plants, small 
fruits, water-lilies, etc., etc. 

Mailed ftce to anyone mentioning this publication . 

These are the aristocrats of the Sweet Pea family and are just 
as easy to prow as the common kinds. Flowers of extraordi¬ 
nary size, with wavy petals and usually borne four to a spray. 
AH colors mixed, 10 ct*. per pkt., 15 eta. per os. 

•• Garden Rook " free with each order. 


714 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia 

Send postal and see how larger and 

Better Fruit, 

Larger and 

Better Vegetables and 
Freedom from Insects 

are secured by using 



It kills all leaf-eating in¬ 
sects, caterpillars, etc., pre¬ 
vents unsightly blemishes; 
also improves color of apples, 
pears, peaches, etc. It in¬ 
creases yield of potatoes and 
vegetables. Enough to make 
50 gals, solution $ 1.75. Book¬ 
let free. No experiment. 
Introduced 1898. 

Insecticide Co., 
DU VV ALIY Boston, Mass. 

Also Specialties for Scale Insects, 
etc. Bring all your outdoor "Bug” 
troubles to us. 




In each pound there ore three to four hundred 
pipe fulls—it costs $2.00 per pound—three quarters 
01 a cent a pipe. 

If you smoke five pipes a day it’s less than four 
cents—five hours of pleasure for four cents—cer¬ 
tainly, ARCADIA is cheap enough for you to smoke. 

Send 1ft CFNTS for a sample of the most 
IV I O perfect tobacco known 


81 Dey Street, New York 

SffeJ Fishing Roi 

Won their fame years ago and became "The ad 
mired of all anglers." They are made by the most 
expert workmen. They have the best guides, bar 
none. They do not warp. They have no perishable 
windings to break. Perfect for casting, trolling or still 
fishing. Unequaled for hooking nlbblers and playing 
tender-mouthed fish. Stand the severest strain of 
rough work. Suitable for every kind of fishing. 
Guaranteed three years. Sold by the best dealers 
In all parts of the world. Look for the name 
"BRISTOL" always on the reel seat of the 
genuine. Write for catalog mailed free 
with useful fish hook disgorger if you 
state the name of your dealer. 

On receipt of 25c, we will mail the season's 
most artistic fishing calendar (19x30), a repro¬ 
duction in full colors of PI. C. Wyeth' s beauti¬ 
ful oil painting entitled “ The Enthusiast." 


25 Horton St., Bristol, Conn. ; 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

Speed the Work 
on Washday! 

Farm Land 

Save Money-Keep Servants Happy 

The 1900 Motor Washer does both the washing and wring¬ 
ing. It rushes the work to completion hours ahead of the 
old way Washes a tubful 
of dirty garments spotlessly 
clean in six minutes / Then 
wrings them out with equal 
rapidity— ready for the line! 

Costs 2 cents a week to run it 
—by electric or water power. 

No trouble keeping servants 
when the washer does the work. 

1900 MOTOR 

Free on 30 Days’ Trial 

We welcome requests for 
tests and gladly ship freight 
prepaid, on 30 days’ free trial. 

A fine wringer free with every 
outfit. Do four big washings 
with it. See it in actual opera¬ 
tion! You will be amazed by 
the ease and speed and per¬ 
fection with which it handles 
everything, from heavy blunketn to Ince*. If the washer wins your 
favor, you may keep it unit nny monthly out of what it anvrs. Other¬ 
wise. we cheerfully take it back at no expense to you. Write today 
for fn»cinnting Free Book and full particulars. 1900 Washer 
Co., S45» Henry St., Birurhamton, N. Y. If you live in Canada, 
address Canadian 1900 Washer Co., 356 Yonge St.. Toronto. Canada. 

BRANCH HOUSES: W T e maintain branches At 1947 Broadway, 
New York City: and 1113Flotbush Ave., Brooklyn: and in all prin¬ 
cipal cities. We also make shipments from our warehouses in 
Kumuui City, San Francisco anil beuttle. i26> 


To Amuse The 
Public With 

Motion Pictures 

struction Book and' ’Business Guide' ’tells all. 
iWe furnish Complete Outfit with Big Adver 
tiling Posters, etc. Humorous dramas brimful 
of fun. travel, history, religion, temperance 
work and songs illustrated. One man can do it. 
Astonishing Opportunity in any locality for 
a nmn with a little mono* to show in churches, 
school houses, lodge halls, theaters, etc. and 

onemte Five Cent Theatres 

Motion Picture Films and Song Slides rented. 
Profits $10 to over $100 per night. Others 

dolt, why not yont It's easy; writo to us. we’ll tell you how 

l free. 

AMUSEMENT SUPPLY CO., 826 Illinois Bank Bldg., Chicane. III. 

$650 A. B.C. Automobile $650 

The biggest Automo¬ 
bile bargain in America. 
2 or 4 Cylinders Sur¬ 
reys, Runabouts, and 
Delivery Wagons, 18 
or 30 H. P.. Solid or 
Pneumatic Tires. Write for FREE. Catalog. 

A. B. G. Motor Vehicle Mfg. Co., soii Morgan, St. Louis 

kHORSE POWER COMPLETE i |1 /I Ci»r..ite,| 

f 1,243 Cylinders, 3 1, 30H P. |;„ c * c ”*“ >on ‘* bJ *I 

r^rltt fn r complete catalog today-tolls all about bow these high grade motors are built tb | 
I •!>• I ARC.EST PLANT IN THE WORLD devoted eicluslvely to the manufacture of I 

T-cyels motors. CRAY MOTOR CO , 32 Lal b St., Detroit, Mich. ] 

the Basis of 

In making investments the first consideration 
should always he the character of the security. 
Every investor to whom income is important 
should learn the facts about Irrigation bonds. 
They form, in our estimation, the safest way to 
earn 6 per cent. 

Secured by a Thousand Farms 

Irrigation bonds are secured by first liens on good 
farm land—sometimes a thousand farms. The farms 
are worth usually at least four times the loan. 

The farms are exceedingly fertile, and are not 
subject to crop failures. Any one season’s earnings 
are general}* sufficient to repay the whole loan. 

The bonds are additionally secured by a first 
mortgage on an irrigation system, in which the 
^investment is often twice the bond issue. 

Some Irrigation bonds are n unicipal securities, 
which form — as do school bonds — a tax lien on the 
district. Some are issued under the “Carey Act,” 
where the State supervises the project. 

They are issued in denominations of $100, $500 and 
$1,000, so one may invest either little or much. All 
are serial bonds, part of which are paid annually, so 
one may make long-time or short-time investments. 

78 Issues Sold 

In the past 16 years we have sold 78 separate 
issues of Reclamation bonds, all based on farm liens. 
Not a dollar of loss has resulted to any investor. 

Our dominant place now gives us the pick of these 
projects. They are passed on by our own engineers 
and attorneys. And an officer of our Company con¬ 
stantly resides in the irrigated sections, watching 
the projects we finance. 

We have issued a book based on all this experience 
— a book which every investor should read. Please 
rut out this coupon as a reminder to send for it. (16) 

First National Bank Building. Chicago III Broadway, New York 
50 Congress St.. Boston First National Bank Bldg., San Fninciso 

Please send your ficc book on Irrigation Bonds 

Name . 

City ... 

State .... .Ba i 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 


T HE new Rambler, because of its quiet ease of 
motion, reserve power, and dignity of comfort, 
affords to the busy man pleasing relaxation and 
healthful recreation with family or friends at the 
end of the day. For satisfactory operation in crowded 
city traffic, on boulevard, or country road the new 
Rambler, because of the offset crank-shaft, is capable 
of three or sixty miles an hour, on high speed, climb¬ 
ing any hill with gratifying ease. 

The Spare Wheel obviates tire trouble. With 
straight-line drive, big wheels and tires, and new ex¬ 
panding clutch the new Rambler is superior to all in 
efficiency and better than any in quality, silence, and 

Rambler automobiles, $1,800 to $2,500 

Thomas B. Jeffery & Company 

Main Office and Factory: Kenosha, Wis. 

Branches: Chicago, Milwaukee, Boston, Cleveland and San Francisco 


r HE Sherwin-Williams Pah 



Address all inquiries to 
003 Canal Road. Cleveland, O. 
In Canada, to 

6.W Center Street, Montreal 
London Address 
7 Well Court, Queen Street, E. ( 

McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 



E VERY formula from which we make paint 
has a number. That number identifies the 
paint. It makes it possible to prepare at 
any time a paint which is identically the same 
under the same conditions. No guess-work is 
required. Each number stands for a particular 
shade of a particular kind of paint, which will 
always be the same. 

Sherwin-Williams Paint (S W P) is always 
the one high standard of quality, the result of 
ver forty years conscientious paint making. 
There is a Sherwin-Williams agent in every 
town, who sells S W P 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

Is KAHN SYSTEM written in your plans 

If not, stop your building until you have had 
time to personally investigate the advantages of 

the Kahn System. 

Learn how over 3,000 important buildings in all 
parts of the country have been built Kahn System, 
and why the^very largest industrial concerns adopt 
Kahn System exclusively. 

Kahn System of Reinforced Concrete 

means four things — Fireproofness, Permanence, 

Beauty and Economy. It means that by saving in¬ 
surance, increased life, and better sanitary conditions, 
you actually save money over con¬ 
structions that burn, rot and rust, 
hr Kahn System Service —counsel 
d suggestion of our Engineers 
before and during construc¬ 
tion, backs up the intelligent 
use of Kahn System Products. 

Ltlibjr, McNeil * Llbhy Hid*.. Chlrago, I*. Lannen, 4wihl 
Kahn S.mem Reinforced Concrete 

Kahn Trussed Bars for beams and girders—f/y-/?i6, a self centering 
reinforcement for floors, roofs, walls and partitions — Rib Metal for 
slabs — Spiral Hooping and Cup Bars for columns — Rib Lath and Rib 
Studs for plaster and stucco work— Trus-Con Chemical Products for 

waterproofing and finishing concrete. 

Detailed suggestions and catalogs free. Write us about your building. 

Trussed Concrete Steel Co., 

504 Trussed 
Concrete Bid?., 

Detroit, Mich. 


Palmer Motors and Launches 

Two and Four Cycle. One, Two and Four Cylinder. 

Stationary anti Marine. One to l wenty H P. 

Catalogue FKICK. 

PALMhR BROS., Cos Cob, Conn. 

New Y'ork: 31 E. 21st St. Philadelphia: The Bourse. 

Ikrctmi* 85 Union St. Providence. K l.s 242 Kiiriy St. 

Portland. Me. ; Portland 
Pier. Seattle, Wash.: 

6 First Avenue So. 

Vancouver. B. C-: 1600 

Powell St. 

Ten Days 9 Free Trial 

allowed on every bicycle we sell. We Ship on Approval 
and trial to anyone inttieU.S. and prepay the freight. If 
you are not satisfied with the bicycle after using it ten 
days, ship it back and don't pay a rent. 

PAPTHRY DRIPPC ZtomtfAwjrsblcyols ora 

I AO I Un V rniUCO pair nr tiros from anyone 
at any price until you receive our latest Art Cataioga 
of high grade bicycles and sundries and learn our 
heard of prices and marvelous new special offer /. 

IT A ill V PACTC a cent to write a postal and 

II UWLV IfUd I 0 everything will be sent you 
FREE by return mail. You will get much valuable in- 
formation. Oo Not Walt; write it Now t 

TIRES, Coaster-Brako rear whaala, lamps, 
parts, repairs nnd sundries of all kinds at half usual prices. 


Don't Throw it Awa; 

Old Appliance LAME PEOPLE Our Appliance 

The Perfection Exlension Shoe for any 
person with one short liinb. Worn with 
any style of ready-made shoes with per¬ 
fect ease and comfort. Shipped on trial. 

Write for booktet. 


313 Third Avenue. New York 


All the Standard Machines SOLD or RENTED AJY 

WIIEI1K at tft oA H’F’U’g Pit I CBS, allowing 
TO APPLY ON PRICK. Shipped with prod»•«• * 
examination. CfT Write for Illustrated Catalog H. 


ALTHOUSE’S Select Forei f" T — 

Europe with ObemmnKWii; 
Spain nnd the French Chateaux. Norway. Sweden. 

A uni tin nnd Hunarary. Elusive features of Assgasttc 

They mend all leaks in all utensils, tin. brass. 
p copper, graniteware, hot water bags. etc. No 
id solder. Lrtnent or rivet Anv one can use them : 
fit anv surface; three million in use. Semi for 
sample package, 10 cents. f’oniplrt* purine* 
aborted vices 2i rent* postpaid. Agent* wanted 


©ncc UponaCtmc 

If you are interested in adver¬ 
tising I would like to send 
you this booklet. Address 


44 East 23d Street, New York 


Light, racy lo handle, no hoathonae, leaks or repairs. Safe anywhere, always ready. c ^ cc ! t ^' ' "“L* 
by hand. Safe for family, or bait casting standing. All sixes Ribbed longitudinally and diagonal f- 
Sinkahle. Stronger than wood or steel. Usrd in the U. S. Navy and Army, and Canadian and r *" ’ . 
eminent* Awarded Flrct Prlie, at Chicago and Si. Louis World's Fairs Catalogue 100 engravings ° 

KING FOLDING CANVAS BOAT CO., 680 Harrison St., Kalamazoo, Mien. 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 


Breathe Yourself Back to Health— 
Nulife Compels Deep Breathing 

— Prof. Charles Munter 

Nulifo straightens round shoulders Instantly, expands 
the chest from two to six inches, reduces the abdomen to proper 
proportions, holds you upright and makes you walk, stand 
and sit erect. 

The larger the lungs the greater tne vitality of the 

body. Nulife expands the lungs to their fullest capacity 
and holds them open to receive all the air that con 
tinued deep breathing draws into them. You may 
realize the importance of deep breathing, but without 
Nulife you forget to breathe deeply when your mind 
becomes absorbed in other matters. With Nulife you 
unconsciously breathedeeply and regularly all the time; 
that is the secret of the great success of Nulife. It acts like a 
watchman over your breathing organs. 

Nulife makes vou use all of your lungs all the time, and this 
continued internal massage with Nature’s tonic, fresh air. is a positive 
preventive of all throat, lung, nasal and many internal disorders arising 
from improper breathing. 

Prof. Charles Munter’s 


For Man, Woman and Child 

Trade PATENTED Mark 

Old fashioned braces have been displaced by the 

modern scientific body support. Nulife, which compels 
deep breathing by straightening round shoulders. 

Nulife is not a brace, made of steel, buckles and 
rubber, but a light weight, washable garment that is 
pleasant to wear, and so simple that any child can put it 
on without assistance. Nulife cultivates and permanently 
maintains a strong, vigorous body, and the natural effect of 
wearing it is to become buoyant in spirit, muscular in body, 
active in brain, pleasant in manners, with the step of youth, 
the figure of health, the curves of beauty, and everything that 
goes with health and makes for happiness. 

Nulife 19 not a cure-all, or a secret of eternal youth or miracle, but it is a 
scientific aid to nature, compelling you to breathe as you were born to breathe and as 
you should breathe every moment you live. Nulife has no equal or substitute for 
results, for health, for security or bodily support. For athlete or invalid Nulife is 
equally good, it stores up energy. 

Women cannot have physical beauty without physical perfection of form. 

Nulife instantly corrects all defects of the body and gives every graceful curved line of 
beauty demanded by health and fashion; producing without a corset, the grace symmetry 
and poise which no steels can give, allowing the body to be flexible and comfortable, and 
not restrained in the vise of metal supports which most corsets contain. 

Nulife Is an invaluable aid to growing boys and girls, acting like a guardian 
ov»t their bodies, protecting them from sudden changes of weather. Nulife holds children erect, making them grow 
straight, strong and vigorous. As the twig is bent the tree is inclined. By starting straight they will grow straight. 

Many children are born frail, delicate and deformed, and with the least assistance during their 
childhood become strong and healthy afterward. Children in their youth may have no visible 
defect, but are continually ailing from some unknown cause. Thisis eradicated and prevented 
by wearing Nulifo. which compels deep breathing, the vital force of life. 


This Guarantee Goes With Every Nulife 

I guarantee that Nulife will straighten round shoulders, expand your chest two to 

six inches, increase your height and compel free, regular deep breathing as Nature wants 
you to do. The price of Nulife is now $3.00, for which it will be sent prepaid to your 
address, and I know you will be well pleased and recommend Nulife to your friends after 
you receive and wear it. To order correctly give Chest Measure (close up under arm 
pits and completely around the body), with your Height, Weight and Waist Measure, 
and state whether for male or female. 

Send F Y o°rMy Name Illustrated Book £>"& 

I will send you free the Nulife booklet which tells you all about Nulife. what it 
has done for others and will do for you. This booklet is filled with illustrations and 
reading matter that clearly describe the efficiency and benefits of this wonderful garment. 
You ought to know these facts whether you ever expect to purchase Nulife or not. bend 
your name and address, plainly written to 

Prof. Chas. Munter, 

No. 5 Nulife Building, 
13-15 W. 34th St. (near Fifth Ave.) 

New York 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

Which Will You Choose? 

Will it be “J ust a Common Job” 
at small pay or one of the well 
paid positions which the American 
School of Correspondence can 
train you to fill ? 

Many poorly paid but ambitious men 
have over-come greater obstacles than 
those which confront you — have been 
trained by the American School to fill a 
good position at big pay. 

It is easy to acquire training. Choose 
the position you desire to hold by marking 
and mailing the coupon below. Let us 
send you a complete solution of your 

The American School is the greatest practical 
training school in the world. It will come to you 
no matter where you live and train you in your 
spare time-—in your own home. 

Make your choice today by filling in and mailing 
the coupon. There is no obligation. The Ameri¬ 
can School 9cnds complete information quietly 
and promptly by mail—not by an agent to bother 
you in your home or at your work. We will tell 
you frankly and honestly just how we can help 
you. Mail the free information coupon today . 

American School of Correspondence 



American School of Correspondence: 

Please send me your Bulletin and advise me how I can 
qualify for position marked "X.* 




.Cost Accountant 

. Systematizer 

.Cert’f’d Public Acc’nt 


.Business Manager 
.Commercial Law 

... .Draftsman 
... .Architect 
... Civil Engineer 
. . .Electrical Engineer 
.. . .Mechanical Engineer 

_Sanitary Engineer 

_Steam Engineer 

....Fire Insurance Eng’r 
... .College Preparatory 




McClure's 2-10 Bus 






Made of the best Bristles andt| 
Backs, by skilled brush-makers, 
in a clean and sanitary fac¬ 
tory. the largest in the world. 


outlast several ordi¬ 
nary brushes, but 
cost no more. 

Hundreds of 
styles in natural 
Woods . real 
Ebony, Bone, 
1 v o ry , 
etc., for 
the Hair , 
1'eeth, f ace, 
Hands, Clothes , 

fj not at your 
dealer '*. kindly 
write us and 
we will see 
that you 
_ are sup- 


tells hoav to choose, how 
to clean and properly care 
for your brushes. Send your 
address and dealer's, 

t:. i) it font & ro. 

i\d r is, ni-dcr.iis, l o.\D on 

Men York Ofllcr, 43-17 WentThirty-thirdSt. 

What One 
Woman Did 

Chicago.til. Aug.20.1909. 

"Jan. 1st I had ‘.’7 hen*. Since then 
I huve hatched over &UU chick*. 

Sold $108.00 worth of broiler# and 
eirsr.s and have at leant 350 chick¬ 
ens left. I have tried three other 
incubator* hut I consider the 
Sure Hatch bent and eaeiesl, to 
run." MISS L. A. POPE. 

Mifi« Pope did this on a city lot. You can have as great 
Bucreas if you use a Sure Hatch Incubator. give 

a positive guarantee, backed by the Bankers’ Surety Company, 
of Cleveland, Ohio, with its $1,000,000 capital Sure Hatch 
Incubators are shipped freight prepaid on 60 
days' Free trial. Order one to-day. You take 
' absolutely no risk. 

Sure Hatch Incubator Co. 

[ Box 58 Fremont, Neb. 

Pull the Chain and Turn On the Sunlight! 

Hclioi Light is better than Electricity 
or City Gas, Cheaper than Kerosene or 
Candles. Steady, white, brilliant; 
coat* l-4c per hour. Burns 97 per cent air. 
Lighted or extinguished l>y pull of chain. No 
smoke, no soot, no odor, no irrease. no wick* 
to trim. Absolutely safe. For homes, store *, 
halls, factories, shops, churches, hotel*, pub¬ 
lic building*, street*. Delivered ready to 
install. Any one can do it. Write now for 
Free booklet and make selection from 
numerous artistic styles. 

Exclusive Territory and Big Money 

Tor Good Agents. We Help You Sell. 
222 Michigan Sired, Chicago, U. S. A. 

McClure's —The Marketplace of the World 


JJuys the Material Needed 
to Build This Home! 

Price Includes Blue Prints; Architect’s 
Specifications; Full Details; Working 
Plans and Itemized List of Material. 


This house appeals to persons who love out 
door life. It is of moderate size, having 7 
rooms, bath and pantry arranged with a 
view to comfort and convenience. Its distin¬ 
guishing featu re Is its large porch wh Ich extends 
across the front and half way to the rear on 
one side. 

Thlshouse will fit well In any locality, whether 
country, town or city. Build this bouse for 
your family. It Is cheap at the price we are 
offering it. It will make you a home you wUL 
always be proud of. 

We Save You Big Money on Lumber & Building Material. 

The Chicago House Wrecking Co. is the largest concern in the world devoted to the sale of Lurrber and 
Building Material direct to the consumer. No one else can make you an offer like the one show n above. 
We propose to furnish you everything needed for the construction of this building except Flurrbing, Heating 
and Masonry Material. Write us for exact details of what we furnish. It will be in accordance with our 
specifications, and gives you the opportunity to save money on your purchase. 

How Wc Operate: 

We purchase at Sheriffs’ Sales, Receivers’ Sales and 
Manufacturers’ Siles. besides owning outright sawmills 
and lumber yards. If you buy this very same building 
material else vnere it will surely cost you a great deal 
more money. By our "direct to you" methods we 
eliminite s?/?ril middlemen’s profits. We can prove 
this to you. 

What Our Stock Consists of: 

We have everything needed in Building Material for a 
building of any sort. Lumber, Sash. Doors, Mill work, 
Structural Iron, Steel and Prepared Roofing. We also 
have Machinery. Hardware. Furniture. Household 
Goods. Office Fixtures. Wire Fencing — -in fact, anything 
required to build or equip. Everything lor the Home, 
the Office, the Factory or the Field. Send us your car¬ 
penter's or contractor’s bill for our low estimate. We will 
prove our abitity to save you money. WRITE US TO¬ 
DAY, giving us a complete list of everything you need. 

Our Guarantee. 

This company has a capital stock and surplus of over 
$1,000,000.00. We guarantee absolute satisfaction in 
every detail. If you buy any material from us not as 
represented, we will take it at our freight ex¬ 
pense and return your money. We recognize the vir¬ 
tue of a satisfied customer. We will in every instance 
‘‘Make Good." Thousands of satisfied customers prove 
this. We refer you to any bank or banker anywhere. 
Look us up in the Mercantile Agencies. Ask any 
Express Company. Our responsibility is unquestioned. 

Free Book of Plans. 

We publish a handsome, illustrated book containing de¬ 
signs of Cottages. Bungalows. Baras, Houses, etc. We 
can furnish the material complete for any of these de¬ 
signs. This book is mailed free to those who correctly fill 
in the coupon below. Even if you have no immediate 
intention of building, we advise that you obtain a copy 
of our FREE BOOK OF PLANS. It’s a valuable book. 

$2.00 Buys a Complete Set o! Blue Prints, Plans, Speci¬ 
fications and List of Materials. 

We send you a set of plans for the house described above, including the necessary specifications and com¬ 
plete list of materials, transportation charges prepaid, for the low price of $2.00. This is only a deposit, 
a guarantee of good faith, and the proposition to you is that after receiving these blue prints, specifications 
and list of materials, if you place an order with us for complete bill of materials, we will credit your account 
in full for the S2.00 received, or we will allow’ you to return these plans, specifications and list of materials 
to us and we will refund Si .50, thereby making the total cost to you 50 cents. 

Free Publications. 

Fill in the coupon to the right and we will 
send you such lit;nture as best suits your 
needs. We publish a 500-page mammoth 
catalog fully illustrated, giving our busi¬ 
ness history and showing all the vast lines 
of merchandise that we have for sale. We 
buy our goods at Sheriffs’. Receivers' and 
Manufacturers’ Sales. Ask for catalog 
No. 910. Our free *’ Book of Plans" is de¬ 
scribed elsewhere in this advertisement. 



I saw your advertisement in McClure’s Magazine. I am interested in 


Chicago House Wrecking Co. 


35th and Iron Streets, Chicago 




McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

Among the 
Worthiest of All 

is the selection of a casket of adequate 
quality and character. 

That those who are called upon for funeral 
arrangements may more readily obtain the highest 
possible quality that means permit, examples of 
NATIONAL Caskets are illustrated and described. 

The African Mahogany Casket here shown, is of the 
most substantial making possible to attain. For simple, 
but impressive beauty, no design surpasses it. It is not ex¬ 
travagant in cost, yet fully befitting burials of highest circumstance. 


Twenty-three showrooms are maintained in principal 
cities, where caskets suitable to any burial are shown, 
for the convenience of purchasers and funeral directors. 
We Sell Only Through Funeral Directors 

Write for booklet *' THE 
descriptive of the indestructible, 
ever-enduring National Bronze 
Casket, with a most interesting his* 
tory of this wonderful, eternal metal. 
Address to J. West 29th Street, New York 

“The Cream of a 
Thousand Plans 


Don’t limit the beauty and 
convenience of your home to 
the ability of your local archi¬ 
tect.or nomeordinary carpenter. 
Proht by the experience of the 
most satisfied home owners in 
the world. My new Portfolio 
•'The Cream of a Thousand 
Plana,** shows perspectives, 
floor plans, full descriptions and 
.. . . , estimated cost of the very best 

j? thousands of homes which 1 have built for clients all 
r over the world. I Supply Itlue Print Plans, working de- 
and spec incut ions of all these homes at less than one- 
fifth the regular price. I save you humlredsof dollars by turn¬ 
ing waste space into act ual room, and objectionable features into 
real conveniences. \our sending for the Portfolio places you 
under no obligation to order your plans from me. A few copies 
of the -Itlx edition left, bend for yours today. (2) 

J<n» C. Petersen, Architect, 402 Stale Bank Bldg., Traverse City, Mich. 


To grow 
the finest flowers and 
I most luscious vegeta¬ 
bles, plant the best 
r seeds. Ferry’s seeds are best because 
they never fail in yield or quality. 
The best gardeners and farmers 
everywhere know Ferry’s seeds to 
be the highest standard of quality 
yet attained. For sale everywhere. 
FERRY’S 1910 Seed Annual 

Free on request 

D.M. FERRY & CO., 

Detroit. Mich. 


Red Cedar Colonial Chest 

Beautifully polished, velvety hand-rubbed finish, 
heavily bound witli wide copper bands, studded 
with old-fashioned copper rivets; fitted with a 
strong lock, brass casters, cedar handles and 
brass lid stays; shipped direct from manufacturers 
to your home on 


If after using it fifteen days, and it is not all we claim for it, return it to us at our 
chests are excellently suited for birthday, wedding or any anniversary gift, being both 
m design and made from start to finish by skilled workmen. We ‘ 

PROOF. They will save many times their cost in furrier's bills am 

This cut represents only onr of our many designs and styles. 
tariff for illustrate,1 catalog showing our entire fine. 

expense. We pay charges both ways. Ihesc 
>mamental and serviceable. They are handsome 
uarantce every one of them MOTH, OUST A> L> DAM! 
moth-eaten clothing. 

PIEDMONT RED CEDAR CHEST CO., DepL 6, Statesville. N. C 

4 8 

McClur e' s—The Market place of the World 

HE thoroughness of National quality and construc¬ 
tion is as well demonstrated in the Cloth Covered 
Caskets as in those of Hardwood finish. 


The partial illustration here, is of the Orient 
Casket, a notable and famous design by this Com¬ 
pany. The structure is of the finest Mahogany, 
covered with the richest broadcloth. Almost 
severe in design, it is yet wonderfully expres¬ 
sive and idealistic. Though costing well 
within the means of most, its character 
has led to its selection for the burials 
of many famous men and women. 

National Casket Company 

Executive Offices, 3 W. 29th St., New Yor£ 

Albany; Allegheny; Baltimore; Boston; Brooklyn; 

Buffalo; Chicago; East Cambridge; Harlem; 

Hoboken; Indianapolis; Louisville; New Haven; 

Nashville; New York City; Oneida; Philadelphia; 

Pittsburg; Rochester; Scranton; Syracuse; 

Washington; Williamsburg. 


But if you wish to keep it talking, 

You must invest in SAFE SECURITIES or it may 
become speechless. 

The First Mortgage 5%, 



Will keep up the conversation, as they are working all the 
time DAY and NIGHT to supply necessities such as Water, 
Heat, Light and Power. 



Petry & Company 


The Rookery Land Title Bl’dg 



McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 




is a set of books intended to be read by everyone 
who intends building:. It makes no difference 
what you are going to build, you cannot afford to 
consider building without considering concrete 
as a building material. You cannot afford to 
consider concrete without knowing about 




These books cover both subjects. “Concrete 
Houses and Cottages 5 * is for those building a 
home. “Concrete Construction about the Home 
and on the Farm 55 is for those having a small 
place. These books will convince any fair- 
minded man of the beauty, adaptability, dura¬ 
bility and economy of concrete, and that the best 
concrete is made with Atlas Portland Cement. 

Book* in the Atlas Cement Library: 

Concrete Construction about the Home and on the Farm Free 
Concrete Houses and Cottages. Vol. I — Large Houses $ 1.00 

Vol. II—Small Houses 1.00 

Concrete in Highway Construction.1.00 

Reinforced Concrete in Factory Construction 

Delivery charge .10 

Concrete in Railroad Construction.1.00 

Concrete Cottages .Free 

Concrete Country Residences (out of print) - 2.00 

Concrete Garages - Free 

Write for any or all of them to 


Dept. 56 30 Broad Street, New York 

Largest output of any cement company in the world. 
Over 50,000 barrels per day. 




Fit Every Man in 
Every Occupation 



three days 

and if you arc not con¬ 
vinced that they are the 
most comfortable and sat¬ 
isfactory suspenders you 
ever wore, you get your mon¬ 
ey back. 

Supreme in comfort and 
wearing qualities—.with the 
manufacturers* unconditional guar¬ 
antee ticket on every pair 
Light, medium and heavy 
weights. Extra lengths for tall men. 
also youth's size. At dealers, or 
mailed direct for 50 c. 


702 Main Street, 



-r-j fill 





This plan for a N. Y. C. client Is but one of hundreds In our 
books of plans, giving views, etc „ 

100 Small Cot . and Bung. .60 226 Cstg. S2000 to $2300. $1 On 

98 Cstff. $800 to $1200 .30 191 ** $2500 to $3000. L'»U 

136 •• $1200 to $1600 $1.00 207 *' $3000 to $4000. 1.0“ 

186 " $1600 to $2000 • 1.00 172 " $4000 and upd 1.00 

86 Duplexes. Double Houses. Flats, etc. .... 1.00 

THE KEITH CO.. Architects, ^ 

These trade 



Kidney and Liver 

and ills an ^ 
RJch U> Protci^: / 






For Electrical and Exi>rri 
mental Works. ForGunsndths 
and Tool Makers. For Gen 
oral Machine Shop Work, For 
Bicycle Repairing, 

r “ Send for Lathe Catalogue 
and Prices. 

200 Rnh v Street. RocMord.Jjj, 

iery packago 


leumatism, Obesity 

Uric Acid 
Leading grocer* 

V 1ISA. 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

4*iOiM llic Lotul.iii Sketch. 

These Hands to Play for You 

Above is the reproduction of the hands of the 
great Piano artists. 

These hands earned in the aggregate mil¬ 
lions of dollars. 

They charmed hundreds of thousands of 
people by their matchless wizardy at the Piano 
—their astounding mastery of almost impossible 
difficulties of technique. 

Yet they charmed but few times — not many 
of us can carry a golden recollection of their 
playing—some of us heard them not at all. 

* * * 

Wouldn’t you like to sit down tonight after 
the stress of a strenuous day, just when you want 
relaxation—when you want to be mentally re¬ 
vived and refreshed — and listen to the velvety 

purring ele¬ 
gance of 
—the thunder¬ 
ing majesty of 
Liszt — the fire of 
passionate ro¬ 
manticism of 
Rubenstein ? 

Wouldn’t you 
like to create these 
sounds for your¬ 
self—easily — with 
little or no mental 
or physical effort ? 

You, Mr. Business Man — you, Mr. Mer¬ 
chant — 

Wouldn’t you like to have your little child 
play the things these artists play or some dear 
old song or hymn? 

You can have them all at your command by 
means of a Cecilian Player Piano,—all as 
they’re written, for the Cecilian Player Piano 
plays the entire keyboard of 88 notes, not 
merely 65 as does the ordinary player piano. 

You, your wife, daughter, or child can easily 
play the Cecilian—no matter how indifferent 
may have been your or their musical education. 

For the Cecilian is at once the most simple, 
the freest from useless "gimcracks”—unneces¬ 
sary devices —confusing levers—of any player 
piano manufactured. 

And at the same time the Cecilian is the 
surest, most durable and most easily controlled 
player piano made, for the reason that its in¬ 
terior mechanism is metal, not wood unaffect- 
able by heat or cold, moisture or dryness. 

Let us send you our (free) Art 
Brochure . 

* * * * 

We have a most interesting booklet on Plaver Pianos. giving vital 
advice as to the selection ol the right Player Piano and why. Your 
name and address on a Postal Card entitles you to one of these hand¬ 
some Brochures. Just say on it—“Send me Art Brochure B“ — 
and write us today. 



5 ' 

McClure’s — The Marketplace of the World 

Madam | 
Postman a 

For YOU? 

If he hasn’t, it 
must be because you 
haven’t asked us for it. We 

shall be glad to mail you one, free and postpaid 

A postal request will 

Our General Catalog for the Spring and Summer is now ready, 
bring it to you Ask for samples also, if you wish them. 

Ever notice what a wide difference there is in catalogs? The Wanamaker-Kind is 
something more than a mere list of goods, with prices. The Best Ideas from New 
York, Philadelphia and Paris are brought to your very door. Each page is full of style- 

suggestions which in themselves will be valuable to 
you—and the goods are all dependable. There is an en¬ 
tire absence of catch-penny devices. Every offering is 

on honor.” 

The contents of this catalog are not confined to wearing ap¬ 
parel for Women and Children, but include also full lines of 
Men’s goods, Hats, Shoes, Gloves, Underwear, etc The 
catalog also includes Bedding, Beds, Carpets, Furniture, 
Glassware, China, Japanese Goods, Sporting Goods, Lamps, 
Sewing Machines, General House Furnishings, etc., etc 

If you have been our customer you know we can serve 
you well by mail; if you haven’t been, send us a test order, 
large or small. We shall handle it promptly and accurate¬ 
ly, and it makes no difference where you live. We ship 
goods all over the world, and each shipment must arrive 
safely, and must prove satisfactory—or else we want it 
back, at our expense. 

Just write us, “Please send Catalog No. 2.” 



5 * 

McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 


To Keep Your Floors Beautiful 

Every woman knows how annoying it is to have unsightly 
spots, water stains, dirt stains and foot-tracks spoil the beauty of 
her floors, stairs and woodwork. They ruin the beauty of her 
entire home. 

Will you test, at our expense, 



Johnson’s Kleen Floor 

the only preparation for immediately removing all these discolorations? With Johnson’s KIcen 
Floor any woman can keep her floors bright and clean like new. 

Simply dampen a cloth with Kleen Floor and rub it over the floor. Instantly, all spots, 
stains and discolorations disappear—without the slightest injury to the finish. 

Johnson’s Kleen Floor rejuvenates the finish—brings back its original beauty—greatly im- f 
proves the appearance of all floors, whether finished with Shellac. Varnish or other preparations, f 
Johnson’s Kleen Floor is quickly applied—two hours is ample time in which to * 
thoroughly clean the floor, wax it and replace the rugs. f 

We want to send you, free, sample bottle of Johnson's Kleen Floor and / 
a package of Prepared Wax to be used after the Kleen Floor is applied t 

Johnson’s Prepared Wax gives the floors that soft, lustrous, artistic polish 

s. c. 

_____ o ___ Johnson 

which does not show heel-marks or scratches and to which dust and dirt do / & Son 

not adhere. > Racine Wisconsin 

It is ideal for polishing woodwork, furniture, pianos, etc. All that is r T: 

necessary is to occasionally apply it with a cloth, and then bring to a / o|!cr J 'j £Vpl« of Jolim 
polish with a dry cloth. , _ > son s Kleen Floor and P*e- 

Your floors receive harder wear than any other part or your * pared Wax. also booklet edi- 
woodwork, hence require special treatment. Kleen V tlon K. J. on Home tteauti- 
Floor will keep them always in perfect condition. ^ 1 , ., Ust !-' c 

1 , , r f samples: ami. if * i n i them s.r>s- 

We want to semi you. free, prepaid, samples of our f f act0 rv will ask mj dc.der to s 
Kleen Floor and Prepared Wax. together with the latest . ‘ 

edition of our handsomely illustrated book on tl <• / * J 

*■ Proper Treatment of Floors. Woodwork and Furni- * 
lure. * * We attach a coupon for your convenience, f 

S. C. Johnson & Son / ><*”'■ .. . 

Racine, Wis. 

“The Wood Finishing Authorities ” 

f Address 

McClure's — The Marketplace of the World 

Every genuine Chocolate Bud has the 


name WILBUR stamped on its base. 

V w*. 

V woeewas- 

v V w 

You may be easily de¬ 
ceived in the form , but 
never in the substance of 




Beg. iu U. S. l*at. OH 

There is skill enough anywhere to mould 

chocolate to iook like Wilbur's Chocolate Buds; 
but no other manufacturer has matched the taste 
that can never be forgotten. 

At dealer’s — or we will send a pound box prepaid, for $1.00, 
or a quarter pound box for 30c and your dealer's address. 

H. O. WILBUR & SONS, Inc., 231 N. 3rd St., Philadelphia 

There are as many grades of cocoa as of coffee. Each one will 
suit somebody. You should use nothing but the best—WILBUR'S. 


On Highest Grade 


Write for special discount sheet 
and price list (together with the 
. complete Marshall catalog). Our spec- 

lal discounts on rarest values may indeed surprise you. 

Marshall’s “F” Grade 

F"irst and finest grade —dia¬ 
monds are gems of rarest beauty. 

For Instance, this perfect diamond, 
perfect In cut, perfect in color, of rare 
scintillating beauty— $ 46.00 — $ 4.00 
a month or 0 per cent off for all cash. 

SU.pped ou approval—not a cent down. 

Catalog on Request 

Price List and Special Discount Sheit 

Now be Buretoget this catalog and discount sheet and our 
approval shipment offer before you buy a diamond < 
jewelry. Send name and address on coupon. 


tV. S. Hyde, Jr.. Pres. 

A. S. True, Secretary. 

Dept. 102*’, 


Sign and Mail 
the Coupon 



75,000,000 “0. K.” 

SOLD the past YEAR should 
, convince YOU of their 


. The p Add TONE to You, 

I Stationery in the OFFICE,BANK, 

There is genuine pleasure in 
I their use as well as Perfect Se¬ 
curity Eanly put on or taken 
off wilh the thumb and finger. 
Can be used repeatedly and 
_ ‘ they always work. " Made of brass in 3 sizes. Put up in brass 
I boxes of 100 Fasteners each. _ 

I Handsome. Compact. Strong. No Slipping, NEVER ! 

All stationers. Send 10c frr fample box e f 50. assorte J. 

I Illustrated booklet free. Liberal discoun i fo the trade . 

The 0. K. Mf*. Co., Syracuse, N. Y., U. S. A. T&iS 

A-PHONE. A Profession that can be converted into money at any 
time or place in the civilized worfd at an hour’s notice. Earn 
05.00 to $15.00 per day. Valuable illustrated book FREE. Write 
MLBS DRY AST SCHOOL OF HASP T t SISG, 4 4 Music Hall.Battle Creek. Hick 


■\\ e sell Stories. .Token. Poems. Illustrations, 
tuul nil PuhliHtmhle Material—o#f Commission. 

We know who pays best prices and can 
save you lime and money in the disposal 
of vmir productions. 

CASH RETURNS, explaining our system, 
sent mi request. Mention your line when writing. 

Suite 708, 118 East 28th St, New York 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

Welch’s Grape Juice 

Did you think that Welch’s Grape 
Juice was merely a summer drink? 

Not at all. It is a healthful, invigorating 
leverage at all times and in the Winter when 
fresh fruit is scarce its freshness and fine grape 
flavor are all the more appreciated. 

Drink it when you are thirsty, or when 
you are tired. Try a glassful just before re¬ 
tiring. Serve it as a punch or in any of the 
forty dainty and delicious ways explained in 
our free Book of Recipes. 

Welch’s Grape Juice is a food drink. It 
'contains all of the nutritive value of ripe Con¬ 
cord grapes. It is pure, free from all preserv¬ 
atives or coloring matter and is non-alcoholic. 
Only the choicest Concord grapes are used in 
making it and only the most modern methods 
employed in preparing it for your table. 

If your dealer doesn’t keep 
Welch’s, send $3.00 for trial 
dozen pints, express pre¬ 
paid east of Omaha. Sam¬ 
ple 3 oz. bottle by mail. 10 

The Welch Grape Juice 
Westfield, N. Y. 

Ivers & Pond Pianos 

are unequaled for their refinement of tone, beauty of case de¬ 
sign and wonderful durability. Used in over 350 prominent 
Educational Institutions and 46,000 discriminating homes. Our 
1910 models are the most artistic musically and the handsomest 
in case design we have ever turned out. Our new catalogue, 
showing the exquisite and refined designs of our latest models, 
sent free upon request. 

Where wc have no dealer , we quote special prices for cash or Easy Payments—make 
personal selection of piano ordered and snipped subject to approval. w rite us. 

IVERS & POND PIANO CO., 161 Boylston St., BOSTON, MASS. 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

Sest Sc Co. 

Remedial Shoes for Children 

T HE awkward habit of Toeing in.” a common fault with children, is effectively overcome with the “BEST” 
“TOE-IN” SHOE, which is so constructed that this tendency is checked naturally. The last is built into a 
regular shoe, and does not make the child’s feet conspicuous. Another frequent defect in children is “Bow- 
leggedncss,” which is relieved by our specially designed shoe, without recourse to brace or bandage. 

We also offer “Best” Instep and Arch Supporting Shoe. “Best” Ankle and Arch Supporting Shoe, “Best” 
Orthopedic Shoe. “Best” Arch Prop Shoe. 

Complete illustrated catalogue of all children's wear containing full information about both remedial and regular 
shoes, sent free upon request. Please address Department 5. 

60-62 West 23d Street, New York City 

Tor Every Clime 
cxivcl evil tKe Time 

Be sare^ou get this Box 

At your dealer's or sample direct upon receipt of price. 

A. STEIN & CO.. 516 Center Ave„ CHICAGO 








Most convenient and practical low-priced 
Typewriter Stand on the market. Made 
of selected Oak. fine golden finish. 
44 in. lone, 24 in. wide: Pedestal 
30 In. high; 3 drawers and exten¬ 
sion slide; Paper Cabinet with 
shelves 14x8x1/* in.; Cabinet has 
roll curtain front and copy bolder. 
Order from dealer if he has it or 
w ill get it; otherwise from us. Do 
not accept a substitute; no other 
Typew riter Stand is “just as good.” 
stvtr for Catalog by Number Only 
No. *225 — Office Desks. Chairs. Files. Book 
Cases, etc. No. 425— Upholstered Furn. 
Rockers, Davenports. Couches. Settees. 

E. H. STAFFORD MFG. CO.. 242 Adams St.. Chicago. 111. 

r ii run m e 

cles for Cripples 


Chairs for 

Complete catalog sent 
on request. Write for It to-day. 

WORTHINGTON CO., 308 Cedar St., Elyria, Ohio 

Certain coins, stamps and paper money of recent 
A New York collector 

| $10,000 

paid i10,000 each for cer- 
tain coins of 1877. and 
others brought $100 to 
$6,200. Mr. Castle paid 

*4,400 for ast amp, and 51 r. 

Aver got *2.*i0.000 for his 
collection. If interested 
in large legitimate profits 



McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

“I only wish 
I had another^ Face 
to shave **— 




Just sprinkle a little powder on your 
wet brush and lather your face¬ 
ts Quick . 

You don’t rub in the lather with your 
fingers, nor make it in a dusty cup — 

It’s Clean . 

(Ij The quickest and 
cleanest way of mak¬ 
ing as lasting and de¬ 
lightful a lather as that 
of our famous Shaving 

You do make the lather on your face . 
Where your brush both works up the lather and 
works it in, while the lather softens your beard 
from the start. No skin-irritating finger-friction. 
Just lather-luxury and a soft, smooth shave, 

It’s Comfortable. 

Chemists’ analyses prove its antiseptic effect. 

Analytical Chemist and Bacteriologist, Hathaway Bldg., Boston, Mast. 

“I have examined Colgate’s Rapid-Shave Powder, purchased 
on the open market, and find it to be notably free from uncom¬ 
bined alkali. . . 

“ It is aseptic, and as used for shaving, it is germicidal, 
luly 10. 1909. (Signed) FRANK B. GALUVAN. Ph.D. 

(Reports of other eminent chemists sent on request) 

Trial Box Sent for 4c. 

Enough for a month's shaving 

Colgate & Co., Dept. G 
55 John St., New York 

Makers of 

Cashmere Bouquet Soap 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

A Myriad of Attractions and 
Allurements for the Tourist 



Pacific Mail S.S. Co. ToyoKisenKaisha 




Southern Pacific Sunset Route 



L. H. NUTTING, General Eastern Patrenger Agent 
366-1158 or 1 Broadway New York 

Where the Wear 
is Heaviest 


Easy to apply, but hard to wear off. “61” resists the 
worn path by the door. It’s mar-proof and water proof. 
You way dent the wood hut you can't crack the vat tush. 
Drag furniture over it —stamp on it— hit it with a ham¬ 
mer—it "Shows Only the Reflection.” 

Send for Free Sample Panel 

fini'hfd with “61" and tost it yourself. Ask your 
dealer for “61.” Send for Booklet on floors and 

learn how to use “61.” Address 


Buffalo ,• 

N. Y. 

' Established 61 Years stZ* 

cn Cities 

Bennett Portable Typewriter 



This wondvful new typewriter, at one-sixth the cost, with 
onc-tpnth the number of parts, does the same work as ex¬ 
pensive machines with quickness, neatness and ease. 

The BENNETT Is a portable, visible-writing, ink-ribbon type¬ 
writer: standard keyboard; light, simple, speedy, compact, stron*. 
In neat case, size only 2xSxll inches, weight only 4 h pounds. 
Made from best materials by experts. 


for free illustrated catalog and sample of writing. . » 

Don't pay more than fl8 for a typewriter until you know the BENNfcl I- l>on * 
pay less than flOO unless you buy a BENNETT 

Agents wanted for a few unfilled territories. 

C. B. BENNETT TYPEWRITER COMPANY 366 Broadway. New York. U. S. A. 


McClure's—The Marketplace of the World 

We Own and Offer, Subject to Prior Sale and Advance in Price, 

$2,000,000 First Mortgage 6% Gold Bonds 

of the 

Sacramento Valley Irrigation Company 

Guaranteed by the American Water Works and Guarantee Co. 

Dated June 1, 1909. Due Serially. 

Denominations $100, $500 and $1,000, Interchangeable. 

Interest payable June 1st and December 1st at The Trust Company of America, 

New York City, Trustee. Principal may be Registered. 


(r) The property lies in the Sacramento Valley, California, and has a 
remarkably high productive value. 

(2) The company owns in fee and controls by option at this time over 
100,000 acres of land. 

(.0 The company possesses an unusual water right, granted by the State 
and confirmed by special Act of Congress, giving it more than enough 
water from the Sacramento River to irrigate 250,000 acres. 

(4) The bond holders are amply protected by purchase money mortgages 
and bonds can be issued only as these purchase money mortgages are 
deposited with and assigned to the trustee at a ratio of 125$ of mort¬ 
gages deposited to 100% of bonds issued. 

The success of the same interests in the Twin Falls 
Country, Idaho, is well known and a matter of record. 

Prompt Payment Guaranteed 

The prompt payment of both principal and interest 
f »n the bonds of this issue is unconditionally guar¬ 
anteed by the American Water Works and Guaran- 
ice Company, of Pittsburgh, Pa., capital and surplus 
S 4 , 500,000. This company’s net earnings exceed 
Shoo,000 annually. 

It guarantees only the securities of properties it 
investigates and constructs with its own engineers, 
and controls and operates with its own organization. 
Since its organization, twenty-eight years ago, there 
l*as never been a single day’s delay in the payment of 
either principal or interest on any bond it has guaran¬ 
teed. The strength of its guarantee continually 
in leases as its business extends. With each new issue 
additional assets acquired by this constructing, 
operating and guaranteeing Company are always 
greater than the contingent liability assumed. 

Investigation, Construction and Operation 

The most important requisite to a successful irri¬ 
gation enterprise is the constructing and operating 
experience which insures intelligent discrimination in 
the selection of properties, accurate engineering, care¬ 
ful construction and successful operation. The uni¬ 
form success of the American Water Works and Guar¬ 
antee Company in the selection, construction and 
operation of over forty water works properties and 
three irrigation projects in different parts of the 
United States, amply protects the investor in this 
issue of bonds. 

Send to our Department G, for “The New 
California,” an illustrated descriptive booklet; a 
text book entitled “Irrigation;” and for circulars 
and printed matter describing this issue. 

J. S. & W. S. KUHN, Inc. 

Investment Bankers, 

Bank for Savings Building, PITTSBURGH, PA. 

CHICAGO, First National Bank Bldg. BHIL^^^)ELPHI^A, Real Estate Trust Bldg. 

NEW YORK, 37 Wall Street BOSTON, John Hancock Bldg. 

Guaranteed Irrigation Bonds Guaranteed Water Works Bonds 

Public Utility Bonds Municipal Bonds 


McClure's — The Marketplace of the World 





Thousands are smoking 
Velvet. Thousands like 
it. And justly, too. They 
like it because it’s mild 
and tasty. Because it 
does not burn the tongue 
or dry the throat. 

It is made of fine Bur¬ 
ley. Only the lower 
leaves are used. Care¬ 
fully mellowed and 
cured, they make an ex¬ 
tremely pleasant smoke. 
One that you will enjoy. 

Full Flavored and Mild. 
For Pipe and Cigarette. 

At all Dealers 

1 O Cents 

In a neat metal case that keeps it in 
the best of condition . 

Chicago, III. 



Of utility, grace and beauty—Mettlach Vases, Jardinieres and Fern¬ 
eries. Original shapes and designs. At the better retail shops. Ask 
for Mettlach. Look for the trade-marks. 

The decorations on Mettlach Inlaid Stoneware arc NOT 
PAINTED— they are executed with plastic colored days laid out in 
interstices. This Mettlach secret has baffled ceramists for nearly a cen¬ 
tury. 7 he booklet 

“Making Steins in an Old Monastery" 
is a most interesting story of Mettlach Abbey. A.D. 589, now the 
Mettlach factory. Handsomely illustrated. Wrile for it. 

E. R. THIELER, Div. E, 66 Park Place, N. Y. 

Represent lug- VILlTROY A DOCH In U. S. & Canada 

Government Reports show that 


yield more dollars per acre and give 
quicker returns than any other crop. 
Our Strawberry text look teaches 
Kellogg’s way to grow big crops of 
big red berries. 17'’S FREE. 


Box 600, Three Rivers, Micb. 

JQ Garden 
0 and Floral 

This is the 6ist annual p 
edition of Vick’s Guide P AD 
the book you need no I Uli 
matter how small or how large a garden you have. Con¬ 
tains more helpful garden advice than ever. Write for 
a free copy. JAMES VICK'S SONS, 426 Main St., ROCHESTER, H. r. 



jS , irMT 




Six times brighter than electricity, gas. ascetylene. ru£>iu>" 
or cominnnnil lamps at 1-IOcost Burner fits any lamp 
with or without mantle. Wo trimming wicks Safe, f&S.’ 
odorless. Physicians strongly recommend 1 CancMIlw • 

Saves jonr eyes. Burner complete $2.50. Lp-lo-da * 
lamps Burner included. $3.45 up. Every lamp warranted. 
Sn^n pays for itself Agents wanted Act -juick. . 

ESTtfr LIG M T &CS. tJC P' . 

Largest kerosene mantle lamp mfgra, in the icorld. 


McClure’s — The Marketplace of the World 


No loss of speed—no possible chance of losing 
a tire. Punctures cease to be a bugbear as only 
two minutes are required to make a change when 


Removable Rims 

With the Fisk Bolted-On Tires 

are used. What more can you ask of a tire? Experienced 
motorists specify FISK Tires because they find their depend¬ 
ability, durability and convenience unequalled by others. 

Write for Booklet and full information. 

McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

( Trade Marfa) 


I5 : 

The Roof—The Chimney—The 

r Pompeiian Bronze Screens— 

AH Permanent Investments About the House 
Can you class any other screening this way? 

If you want a screening that cannot rust—that retains its color— 
that is not affected by the salty mists of the seashore, in fact a screen that 
is element-proof—that permits you to forget your screens from the time 
you take them off in the fall until you put them on again in the spring, 


Specify it to your architect. Insist upon your dealer supplying you and then 
bear the name in your mind when you call upon your house-otvning friends 
—“POMPEIIAN BRONZE^—and tell them of ils wonderful qualities, 
yet reasonable price. 

All sizes of mesh, all weights. Most Hardware Dealers have it. If yours 
hasn’t, dont tafae any other . Write our nearest branch. We’ll supply you 
direct and guarantee a satisfactory purchase. 



Factory, CLINTON, MASS. 


AX/ill Yf\ii CmO On? Will you go on in 1910 posting your ledger in the 

old, unsatisfactory way and labor far into the night 
hunting for the errors you made last week or the 
week before, when there is a better and shorter way—a way that makes the last day 
of the month as care free as any other day — a way that makes Trial Balances un¬ 
necessary—the way that proves the work mechanically as you go along? 

Will you go on in the old way just because you did it that way last year and the year before, when 
Elliott-Fisher, the Standard Writing-Adding machine writes, adds, suhstracts, manifolds and tabu¬ 
lates and proves mechanically, its own work as it goes along — and with it the posting goes along 
more legibly, easier and faster than it did in the old, unsatisfactory hunting for the trial balance 
way — full information and handsome catalog for the asking. 

Thousands of good business concerns now “make toil 
good" with Ell toll-Fisher , why not join the multitude? 

ELLIOTT-FISHER COMPANY, 221 Cedar Street, Harrisburg, Pa. 


Be sure you are getting a boat and motor that you can depend upon. We are 
offering this year some exceptional bargains in motor boats. They are re¬ 
liable and will always “Bring You Home." Our line is very complete and 
includes a great variety of sizes and types of watercraft. It is better to buy 
one of our boats than to wish you had Send for Motor Boat and Cruiser 
Catalog No. 7. or Row Boat and Canoe Catalog No. 6. v 

RACINE BOAT COMPANY, 1600 Racine St., Racine, Wis. 



It receives fresh air from both top and bottom of the window and allows regulation 
of ventilation, storms, etc. It permits a warm sleeping room and folds up neatly 
when not in use. May be used on any American window in connection with any 
ordinary bed. Take out this insurance against the “ Great White Plague.” Fortify 
the body against disease. Health Conservation pays big divi¬ 
dends. Write for Free booklet giving fullest description, prices, etc. 
INDOOR WINDOW TENT CO. 1307 So. Adams St., Peoria, IF. 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

In In¬ 
stalling the 
Genuine Guar¬ 
anteed ^tattdatd” 
Plumbing Fixtures, 
you insure the life 
of your Bathroom. 

Make the first cost of your 
bathroom the first and 
last cost. Look for the 
”<$ tawdatuf' Guarantee 

Label on the 
Bath you 



The cost of a good bathtub is insignificant when com- 

f fared with its health and comfort value to the home, 
ts first cost should be its last. You should plan that 
your children and your children’s children will enjoy 
the bathroom equipment you install this year, in as good 
and serviceable condition as the day you pul it in. 

There is practically little difference in cost between a 
bathtub properly made and the undependable, unre¬ 
liable kind — between the ^tandaKT' Guaranteed 
bathtub that’s built to last, to retain its smooth, cleanly 
surface, and the tub made of inferior material, which 
may look well when first bought but when once in¬ 
stalled, is not dependable. 

There is but one way only to make certain that your 
bathroom equipment is all that it ought to be. And 
that is — look for the “&tendard* Guarantee label. 
Assure yourself that it is on the bathtub you buy. The 

u $tavdard* Guaranteed label is insurance on the low 
cost of bathroom up-keep. It protects you against the 
necessity of tearing out a cheaply constructed, inferior 
equipment. It is the certificate that means bathtub 
satisfaction for all time. 

There are two classes of “^Standard* Guaranteed 
baths. The “-Standard* Green and Gold label bath 
is triple enameled. It carries the five-year guarantee . 
The Standard" Red and Black label bath is double 
enameled. It carries the two-year guarantee. And 
each at its price is the best and most thoroughly depend¬ 
able bathtub it is possible to purchase. 

When you buy your bathroom fixtures let the 
‘Standard*' Guarantee label be your guide. And, 
to avoid unscrupulous substitution make sure that every 
fixture bears the label both before and ajter its installa¬ 
tion in your home. 

Send for your copy of “Modern Bathrooms/ 9 It will prove of invaluable assistance in the planning of your 
bathroom. Many model rooms are illustrated. This valuable 100 - page book is aent for six cents postage. 

Standard cSanitarg TDfc), Co: - Dept. E 

Office* and 

New York: 35-37 W.31«tSt. 
Chicago: 415 Ashland Block. 
Philadelphia: 1128 Walnut St. 
Toronto, Can.: 59 Richmond St. E. 

ittsburgh : 949 Penn Ave. 
t. Loui*: 100-102 N. Fourth St. 
lew Orleans: Cor. Baronne & St. Joseph Sts. 
lontreal. Can. : 215 Coristine Bldg. 

Pittsburgh, Pa. 

Boston : 712 Paddock Building. 
Louisville: 319-323 W. Main St. 
Cleveland: 648-652 Huron Road.S. E. 
London E. C : 59 Holboro Viaduct 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

Arrow Collars 

Fashion endorses the close front folded collar. It is the 
notch in the “Belmont’ ’ and ‘ ‘Chester’ ’ that makes them 
sit close in front. No folded collar with a buttonhole 
meets in front and stays that way. They are the easiest 
collars to put on and take off. 

15 cents, 2 for 25 cents. In Canada 20 cents, 3 for 50 cents. Send for the Ara-Notch Folder 
CLUETT, PEABODY & CO., Makers, 449 River Street, Troy, N. Y. 

ARROW CUFFS, 25 CENTS. In Canada. 35c. 

Ara-Notch, patented Aug:. 3, 1909 

McClure’s—ihe Marketplace of the World 

Q&idb shirts 

In the neat Whitby 
STRIPES in long or short 
pleated bosoms. Most suit¬ 
able for business wear. 

$1.50. In Canada, $l.f5 

Send for booklet "Proper Dress" 

Cluett. Peabody & Co. 449 River Street. Troy, N. Y 

McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 


combines all the tonal beauty of the other types of the Edison 
Phonograph, with the added richness, simplicity and charm of a 
masterpiece of cabinet work. The Amberola plays both Edison 
Standard and Edison Amberol records. It is made in several 
finishes of Mahogany and Oak to harmonize with its surround¬ 
ings in y«ur home. Has drawers for holding 100 Records. 

Standard Records, 35c. Amberol Records (play twice as long), 50c. Grand Opera Records, 75c. and $1.00 



c [Price 
$ 200 . 

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:J> h 

> - / _sv* c, 

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In Oak and 

Other Types of Edison Phonographs $1 2.^9 to $ 125. 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 


The prince of all Grand Opera tenors, sings the great Italian 
arias that have made him the sensation of the Grand Opera 
Season in New York, exclusively for the Edison Phonograph, 
and they are rendered only on 

Edison Amberol Records, the longest playing Records made 

i !ierc are Edison dealers everywhere. Go to the nearest and hear the Edison Phonograph (day 
U>lh Edison Standard and Amberol Records and get complete catalogs from your dealer or from us 

NATIONAL PHONOGRAPH COMPANY. 20 Lake.ide Avenue, Orange, N. J. 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 



Substantial, beautiful summer and winter Cottages and Bun¬ 
galows. Inexpensive, complete in every detail. Save labor, 
worry and material. Wind and weatherproof. Built on Unit 
Plan, no nails, no carpenter. Everything fits. Anyone can set up. 

We are the pioneer reliable portable house builders. Have 
longest experience, most skillful labor, latest facilities, keep con¬ 
stantly on our docks, and in our yards and dry kilns, 

50 Million Feet Seasoned White Pine 

The Original, Reliable and Largest Manufacturers of Portable Houses 
We Pay the Freight and Deliver our Houses to any R. R, Station in U. S. 

MERSHON &MORLEYCO., 810 MainSt.,Sa g iiaw,Mich. N . 

best weather-rcsiating timber known—enabling us to make 
quickest shipments and lowest prices. 

Enclose 4 cents for our handsome book of Plans 
and Designs which also gives names and addresses of (hose 
who have owned and occupied our houses for years. Don’t buy a 
Portable House till you know what the largest.oldestmakersoffcr. 

Windshield ®25. 


You can make from Sioo 
to S500 a week with one 
of these cars. Fac ts and 
figures mailed free. 

Rapid Motor Vehicle Co. 

202 Saginaw St. 

Up or Down with One Hand 

Without Slackening Speed 

Perfect protection in all kinds of weather from 
wind, dust, and cold. 

Polished French plate-glass,set in bronze felt-lined 
channels, positively free from vibration. 

Name, Mezger Automatic: is on every Auto¬ 
matic Windshield. Made in three types. 
Prices, 525 to 517.50, according to type and 
size. At your dealers. If he hasn’t it, send us 
the money and we will supply you through him. 
Illustrated Descriptive Booklet Mailed on request 

C. A. Mezger, Dept. 

UNITED MANUFACTURERS Broadway and 76th St. New York 


/ 'll I Kill World’s headquarters for Dynamos. Motors. 

™ w ■ ■ ■ ■ w Fans. Toys. Batteries. Belts. Bells. Pocket 
I.amps. Toy Railways. Books. Xmas Tree Lights, etc. We undersell All. 
Fortune for Agents. If it’s electric we have it. Big catalogue, 1 Cents. 

ohto F.i.r.CTiiic wobk<. n,rv kl \xn, owio 


Start Like An Automobile. b d 

equal pnee or horsepower. Made of pressed steel plates, with air chambers in 
each end like a life-boat, and driven by the New Mullins Engine —the only two-cycle 
manne motor that is absolutely guaranteed against backfiring. The lightest and 
most efficient engine built. Will not stall at any speed. Mullins Boats with this new 
engine, and with the Mullins Silent Underwater exhaust, outside gasoline intake, 
one-man control, rear starting device, mechanical oiler, etc., are the greatest launch 
values ever offered. The steel hulls cannot warp, crack, split, dry out or become 
waterlogged, hence you get a “new boat every season for the price of a coat of paint” 
when you buy a Mullins. Ideal for summer resorts and boat liveries as well as for 
all-round use. Write for literature regarding Motor Boats, Launches, Row Boats, 
Hunting and Fishing Boats and Marine Engines. 

THE W. H. MULLINS COMPANY. 101 Franklin St., Salem, Ohio 





Glide Special, 7-Passenger, 45-H. P. Touring Car, $2500 
Clide Scout, 40 x 4 tires, 45-H. P., $2500 Special 45 Roadster, 36 x 4 tires, 45-H. P., $2400 

Forget Price 

I T’S no longer even fashionable to pay more for 
an automobile than it's worth. Take the four 
highest-priced cars that suggest themselves 
to you. Then put the Glide up against these cars. 
Forgive it nothing. Concede it no point it doesn't 
prove. Forget price and just compare. Wher¬ 
ever Glide Special 45 ’s have not a better con¬ 
struction, they've the self-same features found 
in the highest-priced cars. 

The same type Motor—a better oiling: system—constant 
level, self-contained; automatic. Same Eisemann Magneto. 

A Multiple Disc Clutch—more gripping surface —takes 
hold and lets go easier—in a bath of oil. 

One Universal Joint—not 3 or 4. It’s between motor and 
transmission—receives and transmits on/y first power of 
llie engine. In an oil-tight, dust-proof, metal housing. 

Extra big and efficient Brakes—with equalizing bars. 

The same Timken roller bearings. The same wheels— 
front and back wheels equal size — you don’t need to carry 
two tires. 

Double ignition—8 spark plugs, two separate sets. 

This year’s body lines are handsomer than ever; weight 
reduced: extra big steering wheel of Circassian walnut; 
frame is lower; road clearance the same—and a dozen other 
real improvements. Glides are licensed under Selden Patent. 

We will send the new Glide catalogue on request, Mail 
this coupon: _ __ 

The Bartholomew Company 
607 Glide St., Peoria, Illinois 

Kindly mail your 1910 Glide Automobile Catalogue to 




No Other Covering 
Material Equals It 

The “ Top ** of an Automobile is an important 
part of its equipment. For this purpose 
nothing equals the genuine PANTASOTE 
Leather,—used exclusively by leading auto¬ 
mobile manufacturers. It is absolutely water¬ 
proof, keeps its color, is easily cleaned and 
wears well. Don’t allow unscrupulous 
dealers to sell you the M just as good " which 
will increase their profit at your loss. Get 
the genuine, and satisfaction. Avoid cloth- 
on-both-sides materials "mohairs, etc.,** which 
fade, will not clean, and the interlining rubber 
of which disintegrates with exposure to sun¬ 
light and grease, causing leaks. 

Send postal for booklet on top materials 
and sample with which to compare when 
buying, and prevent substitution . 


®1— DOWN 

Puts into your home any Table worth from $6 to $15. %i 
a month pays balance. Higher priced Tables on cor¬ 
respondingly easy terms. We supply all cues, balls, etc., free. 

Become an Expert at Home 

TABLE is a scientifically built Combination Table, adapted 
for the most expert play. It may be set on your dining¬ 
room or library table, or mounted on legs or stand. 
When not in use it may be set aside out of the way. 

NO RED TAPE—On receipt of first Installment 
we will ship Table. Play on It one week. U 
unsatisfactory return It. and we will refund money. 
Write to-day for catalogue. 

E.T. BurrowesCo., 85SpringSt., Portland, Maine 


McClure’s — The Marketplace of the World 


The success of the Marmon “ Thirty- 
two ” stock cars in the big race events of 
the year is still the talk of motordom. 

In the Vanderbilt, won the Wheatley 
Hills Trophy—190 miles in 190 minutes 
—without a stop . Won the Atlanta 
Speedway Trophy, 120 miles in 109 min¬ 
utes, without a stop and without a 
mechanician . At New Orleans, won the 
20, 50, and 100-mile events at practically 
a mile a minute on a one mile track— all 
without a stop . In Indianapolis Speed¬ 
way Races, made mile-a-minute runs of 
100 and 225 miles zvithout a stop . 

No other car has ever shown such 

stability under the merciless strain of 
long continued high speed\ 

The Marmon is manufactured (not 
merely assembled) by a company known 
to buyers of high-grade machinery, the 
world over, for more than fifty years. 

It is pre-eminently the safe choice for 
the buyer who seeks absolute certainty 
of service, style, comfort and value. 

One chassis only—the “Thirty-two.” 
32-40 H. P. Option of body. ^ 

Weight 2300 lbs. Complete $2650 
high-class equipment. 

Nordyke & Marmon Co. 

(Estab. 1851) Indianapolis, Ind. 

THE marmon 

" The Easiest Riding Car In The World “ 

Mile-a-Minute Reliability 

any lamp and produces a perfect white gas 
light from the top of the wick. Burn* 1-3 
the oil and gives 3 times the light of ordi¬ 
nary lamp. 1-5 cost of gas, 1-10 cost of 
electricity. Pays for itself. Chimney and 
mantle of extra strength, with complete 
burner for |3, express paid, U.S. Money 
W back if not a9 represented. Booklet free. 
m t\ 8. A. LIGHTING CO. 

^ lliTajlor St., Springfield, Bass. 


When and Where You Want It 

No attention, no expense. Water pumped from stream, 
pond or spring. Reliable, economical, self-updating. 
Satisfaction assured with every 


Low in cwt; bijh in effclrnej. Require# ihi at cen¬ 
tum or cipence to main Inin. Write ui for race 
book of helpful tuggeetii-iu. 

Power SpwiaRy Co., 2150 Trinity Bldg., New Yorl 

We have dore away with the old- 
tin e method of distributing 

Tuttle Marine Engines 

and have adopted an up-to-date sell¬ 
ing plan which enables us to name the 
vst rs of g£sc.line engines a very attrac¬ 
tive price. V rite for full particulars. 
It will pay you. 

1>.U. Tuttle Co„ 12 State St., Carnietota, K.Y. 

Boston Office. ;n I.ring Wharf. 

Reliability born of good design, workmanship and 
construction tested lor years, gives a feeling of 
security and confidence to owners of 


Staunch, speedy, graceful, seaworthy hulls. Reliable, efficient motors —cost a trifle more, but live longer and keep 
a-going in any weather. We Prove our claims. Send for Our Catalogue whether you want a 
fully equipped boat or just an engine—they are both known the world over. 

FAY Si BOWEN ENGINE CO., 92 Lake Street, Geneva , N. Y., U. S. A. 

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McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 










T HE BAKER was the first elec¬ 
tric ever built, and it is still the 
foremost electric. Its builders 
have had twice the experience of most 
makers; and the experience shows 
in every detail of every Baker model. 

No other electric embodies so many 
fine points of mechanical superiority as 
the Baker; no other is so graceful in 
design—so supremely luxurious in finish 
and appointments. Here are some of the reasons why 

Baker electrics 

have remained, in spite of all competition, the acknowledged Standard of the World. 

THE ONLY COMPLETE LINE —We make more types of cars than any other manufacturer, 
and every car is the best of its type. The line for 1910 includes Victorias, Coupes, Brough¬ 
ams, Landaulets, Runabouts, Roadsters, etc. 

THE HANDSOMEST DESIGNS —The title “Aristocrats of Motordom” was bestowed on 
Baker Electrics because of their graceful lines, sumptuous appointments and superb finish. No 
other electric can be compared with the Baker in attractiveness of appearance. 

THE SAFEST CONTROL —The continuous torque drum type controller is absolutely proof 
against sparking and “freezing.” The only perfectly safe controller. 

THE GREATEST MILEAGE —Baker Electrics will go farther on a single charge than any 
other make. One Baker Electric made 160 miles on a single charge, the world’s record. 

THE MOST SPEED —Baker Electrics are not built for speeding or for “stunts,” but be¬ 
cause of refinements in construction that eliminate friction, they are the fastest of all electrics. 

THE BEST TRANSMISSION— All new models have our improved bevel gear shaft drive trans¬ 
mission—the greatest improvement ever made in electric motor car construction. It requires 
no adjustment, and its constant lubrication gives practically unlimited life, increasing the effici¬ 
ency of the car the longer it is operated. This new drive entirely eliminates all chain troubles 
and puts the Baker so far in advance of all other electrics that comparison is no longer possible. 

The public’s appreciation of Baker quality and mechanical efficiency is shown 
by the fact that the demand for Baker Electrics exceeds the demand for all 
other electrics combined. The Baker is the car that sells because it satisfies. 

Write for our handsome catalog , which describes the new models and their many exclusive improvements 

The Baker Motor Vehicle Company CLEVELAND, OHIO, U. S. A. 


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McClure's—The Marketplace of the World 

How did Christopher Columbus 
keep his trousers up? 

Columbus solved many difficult problems. 

Do you know how he solved the problem of keeping his trousers up f 
You can find out if you will by going to the leading Men’s Furnishers 
in your city and ask for the booklet prepared by the makers of 



For the Man of Action 

or write to us for it. It is a mighty interesting little pamphlet. 

It tells how the Great Men of Action from Homer to Robert Fulton 
kept their trousers up, facts of which men in general know but little. 

Keep your trousers up with PLEXO SUSPENDERS — The lightest, 
comeliest, most comfortable suspenders ever made. 

Every bit of tension is taken up by a stout bit of cord running in a little 
pulley. You are not aware, with PLEXO SUSPENDERS on, that you 
are wearing suspenders at all. [^A 

At all leading Haberdashers or of the makers - KNOTHE BROS., 128 Fifth Avenue, New York O wC 

Pat. April 30. 1907 

Send for our Handsome Boat and Engine Book, Mailed FREE 

Just like a 30-Footer 


Do not think of Buying a Launch or Engine until you see our Handsome Book 

Only $121 for this complete 16-ft. Launch 
—3 H. P., guaranteed self-starting Engine, 
weed less and Wheel Rudder. Result of 30 
years’ experience. Money back if not as 
represented. Write for free catalog today. 

Special proposition to agents for a limited time only. 

C. T. Wright Engine Co., 1200 Canal Street, Greenville, Mich* 

Special Bargains in WECO 
reversible, self-starting en¬ 
gines to thosebuildingor buy¬ 
ing their own Hulls. En¬ 
gine controlled by one lever 


With approved equipment for the Lec¬ 
ture Hall, School. Church and Lodge 
Views covering all subjects for instruc¬ 
tion and amusement. Profits assured 
in giving public entertainments. 


MeALI.ISTER HKG. OPTICIANS, Drpt. 10. 19 Na-nu St.. New York 

Established 1783 



Send for booklet. 




Diamonds Win Hearts 

No. 86?2-#20. No. 8G79-H25. No. 8685-#85. No. 8688-*50. No. 8696-*TG. 

These Rings were among our greatest sellers during the Holidays. Thousands upon thousands were sold over the counter In our three 
large Chicago, Pittsburg and 8t. Louis stores, and our mall order sales were never so large. BEGIN THE NEW * EAR Kiu*** 
by saving a Diamond. No better investment In the world. They increase in value 10 to 20% a year. Todo suo- 
■ ^est'ful, look successful; wear one of these tine, brilliant Diamonds, mounted In 14k solid gold. We Bendlton 

■ Bp ■ ■ approval, all charges prepaid. If you are perfectly satisfied, keep It, and pay one-fifth down (j balance^in 

Ivl I la# The 


Old R.llibl. Original Diamond and Watch Cradll House I \v f KITli U £^R 0 CA!?A < r^>ru I 1 coiit*iniofr < o..r 1600 
it. B- 32 , 92 to 98 State Street. Chicago. III. graphic Illustrations of Diamonds, fine Watches 

_L .... . 1 _ n _ . U. . I. U- u I.. 1....... r... vr „ HaJ PDVL’ Of . W flnn’t n 

is good. 
00 photo- 

IBROS.&CO • Branch Stores: 1'itrUburg, Pa., dt 8t. Louis, Ho. 


artistic Jewelry. Mailed FREE. Write today. Don't delay. 

McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

You May As Well Wear All-Wool 
Made-to-Measure Clothes 

Y OU may as well—because all- 
wool made-to-measure clothes 
cost no more than cotton-mixed 
or ready-made—if you order Mayer- 
Cincinnati tailoring. 

to the Mayer representa- 
your town. If you don’t 


tive in 

know him, ask us his name. He 
has ready to show you our entire 
immense line of new and beautiful 
Spring and Summer woolens—hun¬ 
dreds of them—and every one all-pure- 

The prices for suit or overcoat, made to 
your own individual measurements, are $17.50 
to $35.00. The making is done at our great 
tailor-shops here in Cincinnati. Perfect satis¬ 
faction is guaranteed, of course. 

We Make a Specialty of 
Tailoring for Young Men 

VVe make a tremendous feature of styles especially 
designed for college men and others who demand 
the more extreme effects. These young men’s styles of 
ours are refreshingly different — they haven't that crude 
freakishness found in ready-made clothing. 

A postal card request will bring you our interesting 
booklet, “ Made-to-Measure and All-Wool and the 
name of our representative in your town. 

Clarence Mayer & Co. 

Dept. D, Cincinnati, Ohio 



McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 



for the 
1“ Fussy 
Seal," the 
"Green Box " 
and the "Silver 
Braid." ' 


INE store everywhere—usually the 
leading drug store—is the agency 
for Whitman’s famous Chocolates 
and Confections. 

Every package marked “Whitman’s” 
comes direct from Whitman headquarters 
and is never handled by jobbers or 

If your choice is chocolates having hard 
and nut centers ask for 

A Fussy Package 



A real innovation; it contains no cream center chocolates. 
Contains only 

Chocolate-Covered Nougat. Molasses Chips. Al¬ 
monds. Walnuts. Marshmallows. Cocoanettes. 

Pecans. Molasses Blocks. Neapolitans. Cream 
Nuts. Caramels and Blossoms of Solid Chocolate 

Sold by all Whitman agents; guaranteed fresh, pure and 
perfect. Half, one. two, three and five pound boxes. One 
dollar a pound everywhere. Sent postpaid on receipt of price 
if no Whitman agent is convenient 

Write for booklet '*Suggestions . 11 
STEPHEN F. WHITMAN A SON. lac. (Established 1842), PHILADELPHIA. U. S. A. 

Wood Rollers 
Tin Rollers 

See that the label on each Roller bears this script 
signature for your protection. 

Oct " Improved/* no tacks required. 

Hartshorn Shade Rollers ©SlgSSl 

v ui// v 

'm ' 

Geisha Diamonds 


Bright, sparkling, beautiful. They are re¬ 
markably brilliant and few people besides 
experts can tell them from the genuine. 
One twentieth the expense. Sent free with 
privilege of examination. For particulars, 
prices, etc., address 

Till: It. GREGG MFG. & IMPT. CO. 

tlrpl. I-. .'>17 Jackson Uoul. _^ChicH£o^IL_ 


Don't sell your Household Goods. Ship them at 
Reduced Rates in Through Cars, avoiding transfer, 
to and from all Western States. Write today for col¬ 
ored maps and full information. 

SOS Bedford Bldg., Chicago. 

012. 20 Broadway, Now York . j 

Seeds That Grow! 

W* shall be pleased to mail you, upon 

If you want the Best it is possible to Grow, 
such as you can rely upon to produce the 
Choicest Vegetables and Most Beautiful 
Flowers, you should try Burpee’s Seeds! 

W. ATLEE BURPEE & CO., Seed Growers, Philadelphia, Pa. 

application, Burpee’s New Annual 
for 1910, —long known as “The 
Leading American Seed Catalog. ” The 
first edition is more than four hundred 
thousand copies and yet it is too expensive 
a book of 178 pages to mail unsolicited 
except to our regular customers. With 
elegant colored plates and hundreds of 
illustrations from nature it tells plain 
truth and is a Safe Guide to success 
in the garden. Do you want a copy? 
If so, send your address to-day to 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

The Howard Watch 

T he great Railroads of 
the country have 
spent millions of dollars 
for automatic signal sys¬ 
tems to safeguard life and 

The signal-man by means of auto¬ 
matic levers works all the switches in 
the yard and prepares for the arrival 
and departure of every train. 

Time is a factor in all traffic mat¬ 
ters and the signal system, perfect as 

it may be, depends after all upon the 
man who works the levers and the 
trainmen who observe the signals. 

Back of the signal system is the time 
inspection service to insure the accuracy 
of employees’ watches. 

The time inspectors of 180 leading 
Railroads of America have officially 
approved the Howard watch for Rail¬ 
road service. 

A Howard is always worth what you pay 
for it. The price of each watch—from the 17- 
jewel in a Boss or Crescent gold-filled case at 
$35.00; to the 23-jewel in a 14k. solid-gold 
case at $150.00 — is fixed at the factory, and 
a printed ticket attached. 

Not every jeweler can »ell you a HOWARD Watch. Find the HOWARD Jeweler in 
your town and talk to him. He is a good man to know. , . * . 

Drop us a postal card. Dept. B, and we will send you a HOWARD book of value to 
the watch buyer. 




McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

How Can I 
Increase My Income? 

We are a saving people. The average 
American is constantly putting some¬ 
thing away for a rainy day. These sav¬ 
ings are apt to be deposited where they 
pay from 3^2% to 4 %, or invested in 
government or municipal bonds, where 
they net from 2% to Wi %. 

In days gone by the income from 
such investments was satisfactory, but 
within a few years the cost of living has 
enormously increased and people who 
considered themselves comfortably well 
off are finding it hard to pay their bills. 
The natural tendency of such people is 
to look about to see how they can 
increase their income. As a rule they 
cannot increase their salaries and must 
look to their invested funds for an in¬ 
crease in income and many of them are 
turning to first mortgage public utility 
bonds w r hich net a higher rate of in¬ 
terest and, if carefully selected, are 
among the safest investments for this 
purpose. We believe these bonds rank 
next to municipal bonds as safe invest¬ 
ments, and it is possible to buy well 
secured public utility bonds to-day net¬ 
ting from 5% to 5^2%* The additional 
income produced from such an invest¬ 
ment goes a long way in taking care of 
the increased cost of living. 

We have bonds of this character 
which we have thoroughly investigated 
and which we can place the intending 
investor in a way to investigate himself. 
We should be very glad to forward 
upon application, free of cost, our book¬ 
let describing such bonds in general, and 
also circulars making special offerings. 

Write for our Public Utility book, 
also for circular No. 55-F. 


21 Milk Street, Boston, Mass. 


If it 
isn’t an 
it isn’t 



means photography with the 
bother left out. It means more 
than that. It means depend¬ 
ability in camera and him. 

Experiment with no experiments. Start 
right—with a Kodak and Kodak film. 


Catalogue free at the ROCHESTER, N.Y., 
dealers or by mail . The Kodak City. 


starting on main line of Grand Trunk Pacific Transcontinental 
Railway. Fort George terminus, or on line of all railways 
building and projected in Central British Columbia, the land 
of last great opportunities. Fort George at junction of great 
waterways on which steamers ply hundreds of miles North. 
South. East, West. Tens of millions of acres best agricul¬ 
tural land, richest gold, silver, copper, coal mines, and bill¬ 
ions feet timber tributary. Fort George geographical and 
strategic commercial center of greater Inland Empire of 
Western Canada. Write quick for maps, plans, official data 
and information of fortune-making opportunities for invest¬ 
ment—small or large sums. 


"It comes in SECTIONS, not in pieces 

Quartered Oak Davenport, ""T"’ $42 

Don’t pay profits to dealers and middlemen—it only adds to the cost, not 
the VALUE of furniture. If you buy ’ Come-packt” Sectional Furniture, 
direct from our factory, you pay but one profit and EVERY DOLLAR 
brings you a dollar's worth of ACTUAL FURNITURE VALUE. 

If Oar Goods Do Not Convince Yoa 

that wo savo you half to two-thirds, then "your money back " You do not 
riskapenny under our new*'Come-Packt'‘ plan. 1VKITR TODAY for our 
free catalog of handsome Morris Chairs. Rockers, Dining Room Furniture, 
etc., all Quarter-Sawed WHITE Oak throu B hout. Over 100 Piece* 

205 Edwin St.. Ann Arbor, Mich. 


McClure's — The Marketplace of the World 

from birth. He has never been sick 
a day and is always bright and smiling 
^ as a healthy child should be. 

^ ^ 0Ur * S n °* * s not 

Something is wrong—in most cases it is the food. 
Try fresh cow’s milk modified with ESKAY’S. It makes a food as digestible 
as mother’s milk, containing everything needful for baby’s perfect development. 

Ten feedings of ESKA and our helpful book f or mothers . 

"f/on> to Care for the Baby, " sent free on request. 

SMITH, KLINE & FRENCH CO., 443 Arch Street, Philadelphia 

Necco Sweets 

Let the occasion be what it may—simple or other¬ 
wise— it’s bound to “ leave a good taste ” if one of the 
500 varieties of NECCO SWEETS be passed around— 
LENOX Chocolates, for instance. 

Crown the Feast 

Produced in the most up-to-date confectionery factory 
le country. Every piece sold under the NECCO 
On sale at the best dealer’s in your locality. 


’THIS finely developed, 
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For sale by leading dealers everywhere 

Send for Catalogue “ P -33 ” showing all designs. 

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Copy 100 letters with 
single sheet ol MultiKopy 

Save your carbon paper expense by using the paper that will 
last the longest and give the best results. One sheet of 

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For Rapid Adding and Figuring the Comp¬ 
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write 30 items without adding. 

It makes figuring a real pleasure. Takes care of all drudgery. 
Does all thinking for you. It gives you that peace of mind, com¬ 
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It is the only machine rapid enough for bill extending and checking, chain discounting, 
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It does not take many minutes saved or errors prevented during the week to make the 
Comptometer a profitable investment. 

Let us send you a book about it, free? Or, let us send you a Comptometer on free trial, 
prepaid, U. S. or Canada? 

Felt & Tarrant Mfg. Co., 1732 No. Paulina St. f Chicago, III. 

if you were 


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have many features that will interest you. Handsome 
and solid in appearance with no disfiguring iron bands 
to hold the sections together; glass doors (roller bearing, 
nop-binding) easily removable for cleaning without 
taking down the entire stack. 

The prices are lower than others 

Our free catalogue N proves this and will please you. It quotes 
our attractive low prices, shows latest Sanitary Clawfoot, Mission 
and Standard styles—all high-grade Grand Rapids quality in finish 
and workmanship. Sold by dealers or direct. 

Gunn Furniture Co. 

13 Victoria St., Grand Rapids. Mich. 


McClure's— The Alarketplace of the World 

Get This Handsome 
Lindsay Light FREE 

Made of Colonial brass finish, orna¬ 
mented. Beautifully etched globe, re¬ 
flecting the maximum of light. Gives a 
pleasant illumination, yet burns only one- 
fourth the gas of an open-tip burner. Com¬ 
plete with high-grade mantle and an ornament to any gas 
fixture. Simply save the lid whenever you buy a 

Lindsay Tungsten 

The Lindsay Tungsten Mantle is the sensation of the gaslight world. 

In hundreds of thousands of homes it is recognized as the one gas- 
mantle that meets every requirement—length of service, quality of 
light, all around satisfaction. 

It is made of a special weave, specially treated. 

It gives a powerful light of great candle-power. Yet the light 
is not garish or oppressive, but soft and pleasant. 

It will not shrink up with use. Many ordinary mantles shrink 
considerably after a very short time, reducing the incandescent 
surface and diminishing the light. 

It is woven with two thicknesses of specially tough fiber, insur¬ 
ing extra wear. 

None of the annoyances—the poor light, the strained eyesight, 
the short service—which vex the user of the ordinary cheap 
mantle are found in the Lindsay Tungsten. 

Yet when you consider the quality and quantity of light and 
length of service, the Lindsay Tungsten at thirty cents is cheaper 
than the cheapest mantle made. 

If you haven’t already done so, try one now for your own 
comfort's sake. Then you’ll know why they have become the 
most popular mantle made. They are for sale by all dealers 
and gas companies. 

The beautiful Lindsay Light illustrated above will be sent by 
us to any address, free, on receipt of the lids from twelve 
Lindsay Tungsten Mantle Boxes and ten cents to cover packing 

and expressage, 

Why not get a dozen mantles now so as to get this handsome 
Lindsay Light at once? Lindsay mantles fit any gas burner. 

Lindsay Light Company 

New York Dept. O Chicago 

Note — Like every other successful article of merit, the Lindsay Tungsten Mantle is 
being imitated freelv. Be sure to look for the name Lindsay 

and the lavender-colored mantle. ( 5 ) 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

The Winning Table Water 



because it’s so good 
— so healthful. 

Have it on the table at the 
family meal —keep it handy as 
a refresher between meals— serve 
it in the evening when friends call, 
and also on the more formal occasions. 
The one verdict will be — “It’s a winner.’ 

The sparkling ( effervescent) in the usual three sizes. 

The still (plain) in half-gallon bottles. 



and most appropriate to the Season, for your 

is the 

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Cardinal Gibbons 

“I urge upon all 
Catholics the use of 
the ‘Manual of Pray¬ 
ers.’ 99 It comprises 
every practice, rite, %/ . fZ^t*** 

ritual, precept, faith, 
hymn and psalm, Epistles and Gos¬ 
pels, with complete index for ready 
reference. Convenient size, beautifully 
bound in Turkey morocco, limp back. 

See that the name 


is on the title. 

Sold by all booksellers. 


JOHN MURPHY CO., Dept. M, Baltimore, Md.: 

Picas* send me the “Manual of Prayers." for which I en¬ 
close $ 2 . 00 . You to refund money if I do not like book and return 
it within five days at your expense. 

Name ....... 

Address . . ... .. 

With name stamped on cover, $2.25. 


Makes and burns Sts own gas. Costs 2c. per 
week. Gives 500 candle power light and 
casts no shadow. No dirt,, nor 
o<lor. Unequalled for Homes, Stores.Hotels, 
Churches. Public Halls, etc. Over200styles. 
Every lump warranted. Agents wanted. 
Write for catalog. 


829 E. SUi St., Canton, O. 


Really Delightful 


Din gee Roses are positively tho best 
grown. Hold on their own / 
roots and warranted to 
grow. Plants sent to any 
point In United States and 
Canada. Safe arrival guar¬ 
anteed. Write for the 

fur 1910—the lending rose catalogue of 
America. 120 pages, beautifully Illustrated. On thocovpr 
la a true picture of the marvelous new BLUE HOSE. 
Mailed free. Describes over 1.000 varieties. Tells how 
to grow them and all other desirable flowers. Wcalso J 
sell the beat flower and vegetable seeds. Estab¬ 
lished 1K50. 70 greenhouses ; large acreage of 
the beat Rose land In the country. 

Box I ft,Weal Grove, Pa. 1 


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Keeps the scalp and hair healthy-Prevents baldness 

Your Money Back if it Doesn’t 

Sold and guaranteed by Only One Druggist in a place. Look for TA# 

They are in over 2500 towns and cities in the United States 



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McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

Be Well Without Drugs 

/ will help you to 

Vibrant Health and Rested Nerves 

After my university course, I concluded I could be of 
greater help to my sex by assisting Nature to regain and 
retain the strength of every vital organ, by bringing to 
it a good circulation of pure blood; by strengthening the 
nerves, and by teaching deep breathing, than I could by 
correcting bodily ailments with medicine. It is to my 
thorough knowledge of anatomy, physiology and health 
principles that I attribute my marvelous success. 

I have helped over 44,000 women. I can help you to 

Arise To Your Best 

I have given to each woman that satisfaction with self which comes 
through the knowledge that she is developing that sweet, personal 
loveliness which health and a wholesome, graceful body gives—a cul¬ 
tured, self-reliant woman with a definite purpose, which makes her 
the greatest help to family and friends. She is a Better Wife, a 
Rested Mother, a Sweeter Sweetheart. She adds to the beauty of 
the world, thus contributing to its refinement, cultivation and educa¬ 
tion. I can help you to make every vital organ and nerve do efficient 
work, thus clearing the complexion and correcting such ailments as 

Constipation Irritability Indigestion Weak Nerves 

Colds Dullness Rheumatism Nervousness 

Weaknesses Sleeplessness Torpid Liver Catarrh 

This work is done by following simple directions a few minutes each day 
in the privacy of your own room. In delicate cases I cooperate with the 

A Good Figure 

is Economy and 

Meant More Than a Pretty Face 

I have corrected thousands of figures as illustrated be¬ 
low. The gown in Fig. 1 cost $250; the one in Fig 2 
cost $6.00. Fig. 2 is the same woman as Fig. 1, developed 
and in correct poise. Figs. 3, 4, 5 and 6 show* actual 
photographs of pupils before taking up my work. (They 
They all stand, now 9 as correctly and appear as well as Fig. 2. ^ 

Style is in the Figure and Poise 
and not in the Gown 

have given me permission to use them.) 

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Too Thin 

When every organ of the body is doing efficient work, there will be no superfluous flesh and 
no bony angular bodies. I have reduced thousands of women 80 lbs., and have built up thou¬ 
sands of others 25 lbs. What I have done for others I can do for you. It would do your 
heart good to read the daily reports from my pupils. Here are some of them: 

“ My weight has increased 30 pounds.” 

" My eyes are much stronger and I have taken off my 

*' My kidneys are much better.” 

“ 1 have not had a sign of indigestion or gall stones since 
I began with you.” 
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I am delighted with the effect upon my catarrh.” 

Have grown from a nervous wreck to a state of steady, 
quiet nerves.” 

' The relief from backache alone is worth many times 
the money, and I haven’t had a cold since 1 began 
with you.” 

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strength. I never get out of breath, the rheumatic 
twinges have all gone, and I look and feel IS years 

" J»»»t think of it! To be relieved from constipation. En- 
y tirely free after having it for 30 years.” 

I rejprd medicine for reduction as dangerous, and bandages and reducing appliances do not remove the 
canse, hence only give temporary results. In correcting faulty habits of digestion and assimilation, I 
build up the strength while I am reducing, or developing you. 

This is practical common sense. Think it over and write me today, telling your 
faults of health and figure. If I cannot help you, I will tell you so. I study your 
case just as a physician, giving you the individual treatment which your case demands. 

I never violate a pupil’s confidence. I will send you an instructive booklet, showing 
correct lines of a woman’s figure in standing and walking, free. 

SUSANNA C0CR0FT, Dept. 95, Removed to 246 Michigan Ave., Chicago 

_ A*Oior_of^ % Stlf Sufficiency.” "The Vital Organs, Their Use and Abute % " Etc. 

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. . Gentlemen: 

Thi# internationally famous physician-writer has published an exceed- , 

in&ly interesting book. “The Will To Do” a copy of which we PleaSe scild me 

want to send you with our compliments. It tells some surpris- ^ a JreC copy oj Dr. 
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^ The improved model of the world’s 

safest revolver is nowon sale at every ■ [HflR 
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\ J This revolver combines the “Hammer the Hammer” fea- ’ 
ture of past Iver Johnson models with improvements in 
action never before found in any revolver at any price. 

In this model, springs of drawn, tempered piano ware replace all flat springs. t Tension is main¬ 
tained throughout the entire length of a coil spring. The old flat or “kick” spring exerts greatest 
tension at its weakest point, where the metal in time gives out. A revolver wdth old style springs 
may fail you in a moment of life or death. This can never happen with the new’ Iver Johnson. 1 n 
accuracy the New Iver Johnson Revolver is unexcelled. The barrel is of finest quality 
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Get “Home Decorator” Free 

OTTLE, what every woman wants is afforded In 
Hygienic Kalsomlne— the sanitary wall finish- 
endorsed by physicians Is germ-proof, econom¬ 
ical and prepared 1 n many beautiful colors. Write 
today for the Home Decorator— showing in ac¬ 
tual Kalsomlne tints decorative schemes for every 
room. A great help In planning. It’s free. 

Dept. 8 ADAMS & ELTING CO. Chicaco 


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Shower with Receptor 

Needle Bath in Recess With Glass Door 

MONG the well-inform¬ 
ed, the use of shower and 
needle baths is no longer 
considered a matter of 
mere Summer comfort. The 
tonic effect of this form of bath¬ 
ing is now recognized as necessary 
to all-year-round healthfulness. 
We make every necessary fixture 
from the simplest hand-spray to 
complete combinations for spe¬ 
cial shower rooms. We are also 
prepared to furnish complete 
hydrotherapeutic equipments 
for residences or hospitals. 


When planning bathroom equipment, 
send for our booklet, “Modern Plumb¬ 
ing,” which shows the most advanced 
fixtures in Imperial and Vitreous Porce¬ 
lain and Porcelain Enameled Iron Ware. 
There are 24 illustrations of model bath¬ 
rooms ranging in cost from $85 to $3,000. 
Full description of each fixture is given, 
with general information regarding deco¬ 
ration and tiling. Sent on receipt of four 
cents to cover postage. 



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new YORK city 


Boston, Chicago. Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, 
Detroit. Minneapolis, Washington, St. Eouis. 
New Orleans, San Francisco, San Antonio. 
Atlanta. Seattle and Indianapolis. 

CANADA: 83 Bieury St., Montreal 



McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

Patented in United States. 
Canada, Grrat Britain, France, 
Germany, Austria and 14 other 
Foreign Countries. 


The Presto Collar for men, women and children is 
on the best overcoats and raincoats of makers with 
national reputations. The Presto label is on all Presto 
Collar coats. Look for the label and find it before 
you buy your new overcoat or raincoat. 

Ask your clothier for a Presto Collar coat. If he hasn’t 
it send his name and address on a postal and say: 
“ Send the free Prestoscope ”—this little device shows 
by moving pictures just how the Presto Collar works, 
and why you will like it. Write today . 

Please be sure to give your dealer's name. 


699 Broadway 

Desk 8 

New York 

Two Overcoats 
for Price of One 

The Presto Collar gives you two dis¬ 
tinctive styles in one overcoat or rain¬ 
coat. Changes coat styles in a second, 
with the greatest ease. 

Turned up :—The Presto Collar con¬ 
verts your overcoat into the classy mil¬ 
itary effect; protecting your neck, right 
to thechin, against cold and rainorsnow. 

Turned down :—The Presto Collar is 
smooth and neat and snug-fitting; the 
same in style and character as the 
regular fashionable dress collar. 

Same Collar You’ve Always 

I ITHOLIN Waterproofed Linen Collars and Cuffs are increasing in 
popularity every day, for no matter what the weather may be, or 
the conditions, they hold their shape, do not wilt or fray, and, if soiled, 
can be wiped white as new with a damp cloth, in a minute. That cuts 
out the expense of the laundering—a weekly item which counts heavily 
in the long run. So, you get style, and save, and have real satisfaction. 
The dull linen finish. Turn downs have a “slip easy” space for the tie. 


Look for Litholin Trade-Mark. Avoid imitations and substitutes 

If not at your dealer's, send, giving style, size, monber wanted, with 
remittance, and we will mail, postpaid. Booklet of styles free on request. 









McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 


Model 36—36 H.P., 4 cylinder, 4 passenger Demi-Tonneau—$1750 

Model 36 also supplied as five passenger Touring Car, Landaulet and Doctors’ Coupe. 
Model 46—46 H. P., 4 cylinder, 7 passenger Touring Car, $2,500. Also supplied as Limousine 

Has it occurred to you that it is entirely possible to know all about four cycle cars and 

still be depriving yourself of comforts, advantages and economies, which are foreign 
to the four cycle and peculiar to the Elmore valveless two cycle? 

For instance: 

(1) Supposing that you drive a car which is admitted to be the most perfect example of four cycle 

manufacture produced on either side of the ocean — you still do not secure the superb and utterly different 
running qualities which every Elmore owner enjoys; because these qualities result directly from the 
continuous torque of the valveless two cycle engine. You can prove this conclusively in an hour’s 
demonstration of the Elmore side by side with your own car—stepping from one to the other 
for purposes of comparison. 

(2) Supposing that you have ma*Je a scientific study of economical upkeep; and have reduced the 
cost of maintenance to a four cycle minimum — your car still costs you more than the Elmore costs to 
maintain; because the Elmore valveless two cycle engine either eliminates entirely or reduces greatly 
the chief causes of expense. 

This refers to repairs, ignition, gasoline and tires. You can satisfy yourself that this is true by 
merely investigating the nature of the two contrasting types. 

Unless extrinsic considerations intervene, you will discard your fine four cycle car for 
an ELMORE if you secure an adequate demonstration. At any rate, you owe 
yourself a knowledge of the differences between the two tvoes — the four cycle and 
the Elmore valveless two cycle. The 
prove a revelation. 

Member Association of Licensed Automobile 
Licensed under the Selden Patent No. 
Exhibit at Chicago Show — February 5-12 


404 Amanda Street, C 


McClure's—The Marketplace of the World 

The first Derby made in America was a 

c & K 

NAPP-FELT hats have an 
individuality which ap¬ 
peals to the discriminating— 
those for whom the best is 
none too good. 

They are made in a variety 
of smart shapes, affording an 
opportunity for the exercise 
of individual taste in the selec¬ 
tion of a properly becoming 
style. Their trim lines are 
shaped by C & K handwork 
and their distinctive character 
cannot be imitated by the me¬ 
chanical methods common to 
other makes. The superb qual¬ 
ity of Knapp-Felt and the ex¬ 
pert workmanship insure the 
greatest possible satisfaction. 

Knapp-Felt Derbies and 
Soft Hats are made in two 
grades, $ 6 and $4. 

Your newspaper probably has 
the announcement of a hat¬ 
ter who sells Knapp-Felts. 

The Crofut & Knapp Co. 

Broadway, cor. Thirteenth St., New York 

G ET the benefit of all a aweeper ought to be when you 
buy— ask for the Sweeper lxilh fifteen special points 
that make it better than anu other. 

The National Roller-bearing Carpet Sweeper has won two 
gold medals and a grand prize on those special points. In com¬ 
petition with the best sweepers of other makes, the National 
always comes off with, the honors. 

It’s a real one. You’ll see the difference when you look it over. 

The National 

Roller-Bearing Carpet Sweeper 

Picks up all the dirt—every scrap. The brush is imported 
Hankow Chinese bristles. It is released for cleaning in a second 
by a pressure of thumb and finger. Its dust pans can’t dump 
contents till you want them to. They open one at a time, 
so the dirt can’t spill. The handle is ferruled with steel rings— 
can’t wear loose, slip out nor split. The only sweeper with 
successful roller bearings—much easier running than any other. 
Your dealer sells National if he’s a live one. 

" How to Double the Life of 
Your Carpet* and Rug* ” 

Here’s a free book that tells you how to 
make your rugs and carpets wear twice 
as long and look fresh and bright all the 
time. Write for it and enclose your 
dealer's name. Address nearest office. 
Department N-7 

Newark, N. J. Chicago, III. 

Build no fence till 
yon have seen the 
Ward 1910 Free 
Illustrated Cata¬ 
logue on good 

Ornamental Metal 

Fence and Gates 

We can save you money on metal fences and gates, 
ranging from the cheaper-than-wood kind to the 
finest ornamental styles. Hundreds of designs, low 
factory prices. Send postal for 
Free Catalogue NOW. Save 
cash; get better-than-usual fence. 

Box 1 62, Decatur, Ind. 


The Antiseptic Powder for the Feet. 

When rubbers become necessary anti 
your shoes pinch, shake into your shoes 
Allen’s Foot-Ease, the antiseptic powder 
for the feet. It cures painful, swollen, 
smarting, sweating feet, and takes the 
sting out of corns and bunions. Just 
the thing for patent leather shoes, danc¬ 
ing parties and for Breaking in New 
shoes. Many people cannot wear heavy 
stockings comfortably without shak¬ 
ing Allen’s Foot-Ease into the shoes. 
TRY IT TO-DAY. Sold everywhere, 
25c. Don’t accept any substitute. 

sent by mail. Address. 

’’In a pinch, 
use Allen’s 


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By leaps and bounds that 
have amazed the commercial 
world, electric lighting has 
forged to the front. Introduced 
only thirty years ago, today one thousand millions of dollars are de¬ 
voted to lighting this country by electricity. The latest electric lamp 
doubles the light efficiency of man’s most useful servant—Electricity. 



The Latest Development in Metal Filament (Tungsten) 
Lamps give Double the Light for Equal Cost 

You should now have electric light in 
your store because more people buy 
more in the pure-air bright-light 
store. You should have electric light 
in your home because now GE 
MAZDA lamps make it a low-cost 
luxury. You should have electric light 
in your factory because workers work 
better in pure air under ample and 
steady light. You should have elec- 

general electri 

trie light in your office because prog¬ 
ress, health and economy all now 
demand it. 

Ask Your Electric Light 
Man or Dealer 

He will tell you the merits of GE 
MAZDA lamps. Call him up today 
for detailed information of cost and 
saving — or, write direct to us. 


The Largest Manufacturer of Electric Apparatus in the World 


McClure's—The Marketplace of the World 

Sound Teeth— 
Odorless Breath 

Readers of this publication are 
invited to write us (a postal will 
do) for Ten-Day Trial Tube of 
Pebeco Tooth Paste, the dentifrice 
which prevents decay of the teeth, 
impure breath, soft gums and many 
other troubles of the oral cavity by 
overcoming “acid mouth”—that is, 
too much Lactic Acid. This acid, 
if unchecked, gradually eats through 
the enamel, and decay and its at¬ 
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This is by far the most frequent 
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To show you how 
Pebeco overcomes 
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tube with full direc¬ 

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scientific experiment. 

Pebeco originated in the Hygienic Labora¬ 
tories of P. Beiersdorf & Co., Hamburg, 
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tubes. Only a small quantity is used at a time— 
it is very economical. 

For Trial Tube and Test Papers , Address 

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_j quart of kerosene. Best and 

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Light it as any lamp, and have a per¬ 
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Nothing cumbersomo or unsightly. 
Handsome in appearance. Different 
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rooms, churches, halls.^ 
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Satisfaction guaranteed or money back, 
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Send today for free catalog. 

JOHN S. NOEL, 116 Dlv., Grand Rapids, Mich. 


Bulbs, Vines, Slirubs, etc. Hun¬ 
dreds of car lots of FRUIT and 
acres, 50 in hardy Roses, none 
better grown. 44 greenhouses of 
Palms, P'erns, Ficus, Gerani¬ 
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to mention. Seeds, Plants, Bulbs. 
Roses, Small Trees, etc., by mail 
postpaid. Safe arrival and satis¬ 
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what values we give for your money. Direct deal will 
insure you the best at first cost. 56 years. |5J 

THESTORRS & HARRISON CO., Box 24,Painesville,Ohio 


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made in one shape 
only, because that is 
the only shape , 
that will do i 
perfect & 
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Only ONE 
tooth brush really 
k cleans between A 
Vibe teeth 

The Pro-phy-lac-tic | H 9M m 

is a scientific product \B J 

made to be right and 
to clean between the I 

teeth as well as their H 

surfaces, on the as- H. 

sumption that there 
are sufficient thoughtful people whc 
when they know, will use no other. 

Result—more Pro-phy-lac-tic 
Tooth Brushes are sold to-day than 
of any other known make in the 
world. No well-informed per¬ 
son will question this statement. 


/ # makes it easy to reach and thoroughly 

gjJMgtm g clean the back teeth and the back of 
/ r y g all the teeth. 

gf** g the shaped bristles 

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[ > $ g and arranged in separate, pointed tufts, so 

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I ^ ? g and penetrate all crevices and depressions in 

/ fog g and between the teeth. The extra high tufts 
I ° T 7 at the end are also designed for the efficient 
j g cleansing of the back teeth. 


r/ ^T^e enc ^ ^o-phy-hc-ilc Tooth Brush is tapered, 

* gf beveled and rounded so that there are no edges or comers 
g /to injure the gums or the delicate membrane of the mouth. 

J The Yellow Box is Your Protection 

Each Pro-phy-lac-tic is packed in an individual yellow box. which 
protects it against handling from the time it is sterilized in the factory 
until it reaches your own toilet stand. This also affords a positive 
means of identification which enables you to avoid all substitutes. 

The Styles Are: 

Pro-phy-lac-tic— this is the orig- Pro-phy-lac-tic Special— new flex- 

inal Pro-phy-lac-tic rigid handle. ible handle. Three sizes: Adult’s 

To Dentisti and Physicians 

Much of the prestige of 
the Pro-phy-lac-tic is due j 
to the endorsement and / 
recommendation of the / 
brush by the profession. / 
On receipt of profes- / 
sional card or letter- / tc 
head, it would be a / 
pleasure to send / ^ 

anydentistorphy- / 
sician a compli- j 
mentary pack- / 
age. the con- / 
tents of which / 
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writing us. / 

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clean them? 


McClure’s—The -Marketplace of the World 

C ITIES earnestly fighting a national nuisance agree that smoke is not only injurious to 
health, but is expensive. Smoke represents wasted coal. The UNDERFEED 
coal-burning way consumes smoke and turns this waste into clean, even heat. This 
modern UNDERFEED method, which has earned government and municipal recog¬ 
nition, reduces cost of heat. 

peck-Williamson Underfeed 


Furnaces “ HOT A WATE g Boilers 

Save Vs to a /3 of Coal Bills 

A Canadian Tribute 


426 West Fifth Street, Cincinnati, O. 

Furoucf Denier*. Hardware Men and Plumbers are invited to Write TODAY for our 1910 Proposition. 


Here's a Canadian tribute lo Underfeed efficiency. 
Rutherford, of Grimsley, Can., writes: 

*7 am delighted with the Underfeed. It enables the user 
to utilize smoke and gas, which ordinarily go oat of the 
chimney, as fuel, thus reducing cost of heat fully one-half. 
We burn slack direct from American mines, laid down here, 
freight and duty paid, for $2.79 a ton. Twelve tons heated 
our big, old-fashioned stone house, built III years ago, so 
thoroughly last season we did not put on our storm sash. 
The UNDERFEED is easily operated and very 
economical. ” , 

is send you—FREE- many facsimile testimo- 
likc this with our Underfeed Booklet of Fur¬ 
naces or Special Catalog of Steam and Hot Water 
Boilers. Heating plans and services of our Engi¬ 
neering Corps FREE. Write TODAY-giving 
name of local dealer with whom you'd prefer to deal. 

A child can prove this. Pea sizes of hard and soft coal, and cheapest slack which would smother a fire in 
Ordinary Furnaces and Boilers, yield in the UNDERFEED as much clean, even heat as the highest priced coal. 
Ask for prices on the two kinds. YOU save the difference. Coal in the UN¬ 
DERFEED is fed from below. The fire burns on 
top. Smoke and gases must pass through the 
flames, are consumed and make more heat. 

Here’s where the WASTE in other heaters comes 
in. Ashes are few and are removed by shaking 
the grate bar as inordinary furnaces and heaters. 

This illustration shows 
the Underfeed Boiler. 

Illustration shows furnace 
without casing , cut away to 
show how coal is forced up 
underfire , which hums on top. 

9 2 

McClure's—The Marketplace of che World 

An Authority 
on Decoration 

O a property-owner who expects to spend this 
spring from $40 to $1,000 on a piece of home 
decorating, exterior or interior, our “Dutch 
Boy Paint Adviser No. D,” though free, is 
worth at least an expert adviser’s fee—say 
five per cent, of the expected expenditure. 
C[We have one reserved, free, for every 
property-owner who wants practical, authori¬ 
tative directions and suggestions on the selec¬ 
tions of harmonious colors, shrubbery 
arrangement for outside, drapery and rugs for 
interior, and the proper mixing and use of 
white lead and linseed oil for painting various 

<1 No property owner can afford to permit the 
use of anything but the best in building or 
decorating his home. Arguments for inferior 
substitutes sometimes seem plausible, but in 
practice the genuine—the standard—thing is the cheapest in 
the end. Paint made of pure white lead and pure linseed oil 
remains the reliable paint. Ask your painter if this isn’t so. 
<1 Old patrons as well as new are requested to note that our 
white lead is now packed in steel kegs, dark gun-metal finish, 
instead of oak kegs as heretofore. The Dutch Boy Painter 
trade mark is on the side of these new kegs, as of the old, 
and is your guaranty that you are getting our pure white lead. 

The Dutch Boy Paint Adviser No, D is free to anyone 
contemplating painting or decorating of any kind. Address 


An office in each of the following cities : 

New York Boston Buffalo Cincinnati Cleveland Chicago St. Louii 
(John T. Lewis & Bros. Co., Philadelphia) 

(National Lead and Oil Company, Pittsburgh) 


McClure's—The Marketplace of the World 

Simplicity of Operation and Ease of Control 

are some of the distinguishing features of the 



which make it possible for a woman or even a 
child of twelve to travel about without appreciable 
effort and in perfect safety. 


The Triumph of Forty Years’ Honest Effort 

Write today for Catalog No. 7 

THE COLUMBUS BUGGY COMPANY, 507 Dublin Ave., Columbus, Ohio 



McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

An Advertisement by Elbert Hubbard 

Business Ballast 

HEN Henry Selfridge, of Chicago, was starting that great 
American store in London, he found that he was flying a trifle 
light, and needed a little business ballast—in other words a 
little financial accommodation was required. On applying 
to his bankers they asked to see Mr. Selfridge s life insurance 
policies. 4M. When he sent his secretary over with the docu¬ 
ments, aggregating an even million dollars, the monied men winked, blinked and 
gasped for breath. One of the policies was in the Equitable for an even 
three hundred thousand dollars. Now, be it known that the Equitable never 
writes a policy like that without not only examining the man physically, but 
looking up his moral record with a fine tooth-comb. The dope fiend, the boozer, 
the rounder, the bounder, and the gent who follows the ponies, cannot pass. 
Your record must be clean and you must be engaged in a business that serves 
society. You must be benefitting your fellow men, not exploiting them. The 
safe man is the useful man. So when our Threadneedle Street friends saw 
those Selfridge policies, they suddenly awoke to the fact that they were dealing 
with a man who knew exactly what he was doing. The life insurance policies, 
were his certificates of character. The bankers sent back the policies, with 
word that Mr. Selfridge could have anything he wanted, on his own terms. 
►2^ But in the two days delay the wind had veered; the buyers were mobbing the 
store with £. s. d., and Selfridge found himself in funds; and then he had the 
joy of thanking the money-bags and informing them that he wanted nothing. 

All wise men who can get life insurance nowadays, do. It stiffens the 
vertebrae, sweetens the love of wife and kiddyeens, commands the confidence 
of your colleagues and enables you to look trouble squarely in the eye and 
cause it to beat it for the bush. Life insurance is a privilege. If it is within 
your reach today, secure it today. Tomorrow may be too late. 

The Equitable Life Assurance Society 


“Strongest in the World” 

The Company which pays its death claims on the day it receives them . 

Paul morton, president 120 Broadway, new york city 

AGENCIES EVERYWHERE! None in your town? Then 
why not recommend some good man—or woman—to us to represent us 
there. Great opportunities today in Life Insurance work for the Equitable. 

McClure's—The Marketplace of the World 

The Mark That Means 
Seventy-Cent Yam 

When you buy Holeproof Hose — the genuine “Holeproof,” bearing the mark 
below on the toe—you get hose that are knit with yarn that now costs us an average 
of 70c a pound—a three ply, “soft-as-down, strong-as-silk-cord” yarn, knit into the hose 
by the “Holeproof” process. 

We could save 30c a pound by using a two-ply yarn. We could knit in the common 
way. But that would mean simply to waste 32 years of hose-making experience. 

It would be a death blow to our pride—a pride that compels us to 
spend for inspection, now, $33,000 a year. We incur this expense 
simply to know that each pair that’s sent out is perfection. This is 
more for our sake than for yours—but you get the benefit. 

These are things you don’t see in the hose 
when you buy them. But they count in the 
wear at the end of six months. 

To be sure you are getting 
them look for this mark. Other 
marks look something like it. 
So please memorize ours. 

The genuine “Hole- 
proof” is sold in your 
town. Dealers’ names 
given on request. 

mark doesn’t 
appear on the toe 
it isn’t GENUINE 



The Original Guaranteed Hose. 

Holeproof Sox — 6 pairs. $1.50. Medium and 
light weight. Black, black with white feet, light and 
dark tan. navy blue, pearl gray, lavender, light blue, 
green, gun-metal and mode. Sizes, 9 to 12. Six pairs 
of a size and weight in a box. All one color or as¬ 
sorted, as desired. 

Holeproof Sox (extra llgrlit weight)—6 

pairs, $2.00. Mercerized. Same colors as above. 

Holeproof re-Sox— 6 pairs. $3.00. Fin¬ 
ished likesilk. Extra light weight. Black, navy blue, 
liiiht and dark tan. pearl gray, lavender, light blue, 
green, gun-metal, flesh color and modo. Sizes. 9 to 12. 

Holeproof Full-Fashioned Sox— 6 pairs, 
$3 (10. Same colors and sizes as Lustre-Sox. 

Holt*proof Silk Sox—3 pairs, $2.00. Guaran¬ 
teed for.thrcc monlhs—warranted pure silk. 

Write for 

Holeproof Stockings — 0 pairs. $2.00. Me¬ 
dium weight. Black, tan. black with white feet, pearl 
gray, lavender, light blue and uavy bluo. Size*. 8 
to 11. 

Holeproof L-ustre - Stocking* — 6 pairs. 

$3 00. Finished lik 3 silk. Extra light weight. Tan, 
black, pearl gray, lavender, light blue and navy blue. 
Sizes. 8 to 11. 

Boys* Holeproof Stocklnsrs— C pairs. $2.00. 

Black and tan. Specially reinforced knee, heel and 
toe. Sizes. 5 to 11. 

MtateB* Holeproof Stocking — 6 pairs, 

$2.00 Black and tan. Specially reinforced knee, heel 
and toe. Size9. 5 to These are the best children’s 
hose made today. 

free book, “How to Make Your Feet Happy.' 

We’II ship direct where 
we have no dealer — 
charges prepaid—on re¬ 
ceipt of remittance. 

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McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

The Good-Night Lunch. 

It is not always an easy task for the woman who has no help to get 
up a suitable lunch for the friends who have spent the evening with her. 

Very often her enjoyment is marred by the fuss and expense and 
worry which she is obliged to undergo. 

Here is a special use for 

The daintiest and most delicious JELL-O lunch can be prepared in advance, and 
with a minute’s work. Serve with whipped cream. Wafers and tea, 
coffee or cocoa complete a lunch that is delightful in every respect. 

The beautiful recipe hook, 44 DESSERTS OF THE WORLD,’* 
tells how fo make all sorts of delicacies. Sent for two stamps 
to all who write for it. 

There are seven flavors of JELL-O: Strawberry, Raspberry, 

Lemon, Orange, Cherry, Peach, Chocolate. 

Each flavor in a separate package . 1 Oc. at all grocers • 


Le Roy, N. Y., and Bridgeburg, Can. 


McClure's—The Marketplace of the World 

A Wonderful Business Story 

We have told in a book—which we ask you to send for—one of the 
greatest business stories ever told. A story of how John N. Willys 
stepped in two years to the topmost place in motordom. Of how 
Overland automobiles rose in 24 months to this year’s sale of $24,000,000. 
How a factory has grown like magic to a payroll of 4,000 men—to a 
daily output of 30 carloads of automobiles. And how a large part of 
the demand of the country has been centered around one remarkable car. 

The Discovery 

Here is an outline of the story—just enough to 
make you want it all. 

Two years ago, Mr. John N. Willys was a 
dealer in automobiles. There came to him one 
day a remarkable car—evidently the creation of 
a mechanical genius. The simplest, sturdiest, 
smoothest-running car that anyone around there 
had seen. 

The name of the car was the Overland. And 
the price — then, $1,250 — was as amazing as the 
car itself. 

The sale of this car spread like wildfire. Each 
car sold brought a call for twenty others like it. 
Old and new motor car owners came by the score 
to deposit advance money— attracted by the Over¬ 
land’ s matchless simplicity. 

But the cars did not come. And when Mr. 
Willys went to the makers he found them on the 
verge of receivership. 

The genius which had created this marvelous 
car could not finance the making in the face of 
the 1907 panic. 

The New Start 

Mr. Willys in some way met the overdue pay¬ 
roll—took over the plant—and contrived to fill 
his customers’ orders. 

Then the cry came for more cars from every 
place where an Overland had been sold. As 
the new cars went out the demand became over¬ 
whelming. The factory capacity was outgrown 
in short order. Then tents were erected. 

Another factory was acquired, then another; 
but the demand soon outgrew all three. 

During the next fiscal year these factories sent 
out 4,075 Overland cars. Yet the demand was 
not half supplied. 

Dealers fairly fought for preference. Buy¬ 
ers paid premiums. None could be content 
with a lesser car when he once saw the Over¬ 

All this without advertising. About the only 
advertising the car ever had w r as w r hat users 
told others. 

Overland Model 38 — Price, $1,000. 25 h. p.— 102-inch 

wheel base. Made also with single rumble seat, double 
rumble seat and Toy Tonneau at slightly additional cost. 

Overland Model 40-Price $1,250 
40 h. p.-112-inch Wheel Base 

All Prices Include Magneto 

Members of Association Licensed Automobile Manufacturers. 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

The Pope-Toledo Plant 

Mr. Willys’ next step was to buy the Pope- 
Tuledo factory —one of the greatest automobile 
plants in the country. This gave him four 
well-equipped factories—just 16 months from his 


But the Toledo plant wasn’t sufficient. So he 
gave his builders just 40 days to complete an 
addition larger than the original factory. 

Then he equipped these buildings with the 
most modern machinery—with every conceivable 
help and convenience—so that cars could be 
built here for less than anywhere else. 

Now 4,000 men work on Overland cars. The 
output is valued at $140,000 per day. The con¬ 
tracts from dealers for this season’s delivery call 
for 20,000 cars. 

Now this man has acquired 23 acres around 
his Toledo plant. And his purpose is to see— 
from this time on—that those who want Over¬ 
lands get them. 

Marvelous Sales 

because the tremendous production has cut the 
cost 20 per cent. 

A 25 horsepower car, capable of 50 miles an 
hour, for Si, 000, complete with lamps and 
magneto. Never did a maker give nearly so 
much for the money. 

There are higher-powered Overlands for $1,250 
— SI,400—$1,500. They are just as cheap in 
comparison as the $1,000 model. 

The Overlands are unique in simplicity. They 
operate by pedal control. A ten-year-old child 
can master the car in a moment. 

They are made in the same factory, and by 
the same men as made the Pope-Toledo—a 
$4,250 car. The reason for the price lies in the 
production of 125 cars per day. 

Get the Whole Story 

Send me this coupon to get the whole story, 
told in a fascinating book. Learn about the 
car which in two years captured so large a part 
of the whole trade of the country. See what has 
done this—what there is in the Overland to 
make it the most desired car in existence. 
Please cut out this coupon now. 

Dealers had ordered 16,000 of the 1910 Over¬ 
land models before the first car was. delivered. 
That means that each Overland sold the pre¬ 
vious year had sold four others like it. 

And without any advertising. 

This year’s Overland sales will exceed $24,- 
000,000. Yet the Overland is but two years 

The $1,000 Overland 

F. A. Barker, Sales Manager, 4 

The Willys-Overland Company 

Toledo, Ohio 

Please send me the book. 

Overland Model 41 — Price, $1,400 
40 h. p. — 112-inch Wheel Base—5 passenger* 
and Full Lamp Equipment 

Licensed Under Seldcn Patent 

Overland Model 42 —Price, $1,500 
Either Touring Car or Close-Coupled Body 
Top, Glass Front and Gas Tank are Extras 


McClure’s—The Marketplace of the World 

The greatest home charm 

Make your home-coming 
as late as you please from 
party, ball, or theatre and 
you will find your boudoir 
or bed-chamber delightfully 
warm and “comfy’’ to talk 
things over with your guest 
if the home is Steam or 
Hot-Water heated and 
ventilated by 

Common hospitality demands a warm home. 

Heart confidences—‘‘the pearls of friendship”—are bom only where 
there is warmth and coziness. IDEAL Boilers and AMERICAN 
Radiators help so greatly to give a home its greatest charm—perfect 
freedom day and night to enjoy every nook and comer of it, no matter 
how blizzardy the weather. IDEAL Boilers circulate their soft 
warmth for hours after the fire in the boiler has been banked for the 
night, and the house is kept cozy for the rising time and breakfast hour 
on the single charge of coal put in the evening before. 

ADVANTAGE 10: Burning coal liberates certain gases which burn readily and 
make intense heat if permitted to ‘‘take fire.” The chambers (and the flues opening 


A No. ** 9 -W IDEAL Boiler and *n 
ft. of 18 -in. AMERICAN Radia¬ 
tors. costing the owner Si 95 . were 
used to Hot-Water heat this cottage. 

At this price the goods can be bought 
of any reputable, competent Fitter. 
This did not include cost of labor, 
pipe,valves, freight, etc., which In¬ 
stallation is extra and varies accord¬ 
ing to climatic and other conditions. 

out of these spaces) are so arranged in IDEAL Boilers that 
they bring in the exact amount of air required 
for completely burning these gases as fast as 
freed from the coal. There can be no “undi¬ 
gested” coal — every ounce of fuel is made to 
yield its utmost heat — none of its heat-making 
power is wasted up the chimney. 

Don't delay investigating this well-paying permanent 
investment with its marked fuel, labor, and repair savings, 
besides the greater comfort, health protection, cleanli¬ 
ness, safety, and durability. Prices are now most favorable. 

The booklet “ Ideal Heating: Investments" is the biggest 
thing in money-saving facts that any property-owner can read. 

Free. Send for it NOW. 

Amer ican R adiator C ompany 


f r om 6 t011 o'clock 

^ _ . THE ^ * 




Bums 5 Hours for l cents worth of Gas 

It takes 3 standard carbon filament lamps to 
give a 50-candlepower light. With electricity 
at 10 cents per thousand watts, 
they burn 5 hours for 7/4 
cents. In one month the cost is 


V 9 

It takes 2 open flame gas tips to give a 50- 
candlepower light. With gas at $1.00 per thou¬ 
sand feet, they burn 5 hours for ^ ^ ^ 

6 cents. In one month’s time Si 1 St (I 
the cost is. sfl>±.OV/ 

Almost unbelievable, isn’t it ? Yet the proof of it is easy. Buy 
one Welsbach Junior Light and test every claim made for it. Then 
equip your entire home. You’ll save tremendously on your light¬ 
ing bills, and have a cheerful, soft, mellow and perfect light. 

Don’t Economize on Light— 
Economize on Lighting Bills 

The Welsbach Junior Light consists 
of burner, mantle and chimney, is 
5 inches high and can be attached to 
any gas fixture. 

Completely hidden from view. Can 
be used with any style globe—gas or 
electric. No change of glassware 

Price, complete, in a box ... 35 cents 

Sold Everyivhere by Gas Companies and Dealers 

Manufactured by the 

Welsbach Company 

—the original and largest manufacturers of 
incandescent gas lights and mantles in the world. 

Beware of imitations All genuino Welsbach goods have 
our trademark—tho Shield of Quality—ou the box. It i9 
our guarantee and your protection. 

Onr illustrated booklet—“The History of Light**—mailed 
free on request. Address J)epL G* Welsbach Company, 
Philadelphia. Pa. 



^ It takes 1 Welsbach Junior to give a 50-candlepower | 
_ , light. With gas at $1.00 per thou- _ _ 

I sand feet, it burns 5 hours for 1 cent. ^ f I fs'f'O 
In one month’s time the cost is vlC3» 





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C. The proprietors take pleasure in ann< 
they have concluded arrang 
FRANCAISE which will ^enable their Englisl 
American patrons traveling or residing in France to 
procure these famous cigarettes at all the principal 
Hotels, Cafes, etc., the General Agency for France being 
situated at 

60, Avenue Montaigne, Paris, 8" 

(Rond-Point des Champs-Ely sees) 

This is but another acknowledgment of the superior 
for La Regie Francaise (being the French Government 
Monopoly, and having its own favored brands) accorded 
this splendid compliment only in deference to a most 
insistent demand. 

Especially convenient for our patrons automobiling 
in France are the boxes of fifty. Also packed in the 
usual attractive boxes of ten. 

“A Shilling in London 
A Quarter Here’* 

In France—1 franc, 30 centimes