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EVENING EEDGER PHlEADEIiPHIA', MONDAY, DECEMBER C, 1915:
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THE THRASHING OP THE
By HENRY SYDNOR HARRISON
... r.HmrtM mndti nis inmuus
WplRrnm " book-mnklng, he
!' t wrsc, only sneaking by and
5 In cold 'truth, the contemporary
W-. j lhe Jerusalem presses was very
ft!a the half-shekel Semitic monthlies
il?"-"' , en tho news-stands were few
fflttMe lth sen,U dvertlslnB natron--.
.nd the ront library (I dnre lo say)
listed of but a nve-foot shelf of tint.
jf tjon p.PH. wh Perhaps a moiety of
"Lwhul plqunnt Assyrian novels, hand
'".rived upon octagonal pjossed bricks.
(Xitrait this famine with the plenty of
Jl!.r Test the Irrepressible modern
Undltr '" ourMlf ,n any Awerlew
', whether In Indiana or not. as the
L. may be) no down any street to a
feii point, turn twice to the left and
Vice to the right, step Into tho house
tL locate, ascend to the third floor.
., rtP gently upon tho door at the rear
'f the halt. A pale young man will open
Is ton. and gladly will he read for your
B. .... Km nncnlntr pages of his
1 fourth-coming (fourth co.nlng-back, that
111 to say) srcai hoyci. """ -
CVMcdllngs. but continue your researches
ItJtlie top or skylight floor. And behold
fihtre his Itttto sister, crying softly to
Itself a h0 puts tho finishing touches
hpoa a six-act, tragedy.
tljohn Marshall's compositions horo no
KtMniblanco Xo pugilists past their prime.
flier wu,a al"n" comc' bftck' n,1(1 dl'''
Run not now speaking of tho well-known
rjvrlit, but of his collateral ueaccnunni oi
tat sme name (through complicated In
termarriages among tho Keiths, Cnr
Li.i,..U nnd Amblers) who occupied the
Vtry small offlco adjoining Judge White's
.., i.i ni-mn.q thn hall from Major Col-
fii's In the Holston Ileal Ustato Building
j the city of Berkeley. Vo. John Mar-
"Talk, sir, is tho cheap rccourso
faco to face, in
lull's sign (on which J2.M -was stilt due
lo the painter) read Attorney and Coun-lr-at-Law,
but It appeared to find few
resJers. Clients, at least, failed to surge.
8 John Marshall, with tho aid of his
practically as good aa new typewriter,
addressed himself to finding that larger
perusing public which lay beyond the
Berkeley purlieus.
But aim for tho feline habit of the
product of all beginning auth rs! In six
months. Mr. Marshall's exj s..dlturo for
long envelopes alono reached ?6.90. while
hU postage disbursements narrowly
mined boosting the Berkeley poatottlce
Into the second-class division. Such
fatheaded withholding of recognition em
bitters a man's soul. After running
through his mall of a morning. John
Marshall would pace his slsc-by-twelve
office for an hour at a time, wildly long
log that the editors of the nation might
have one nose that ho might pull It. one
Mir of donkey's ears that he might
'ring them, ono cyo that ha might blft
It with a blft that would rlntr round the
world. Passionately he kicked out. in his
nongs, at seats which wore not there.
And then, after 10 months of this sort
of thing, a manuscript which the Favorite
Magazine had had In Its keening for seven
iWeeks, and for which the deserved
emolument had long since been cashed
la fancy and expended In 20 glorious
ways, turned ud In tha cold company of
a. printed rejection slip,
i John Marshall blew up. Ills comments
' so ingenious nnd searching as to
licit silent approbation In thT respec-
UTS Offlw. nt lllrfna tlhla anrl Vnlni
Colfax, themselves trained commentators
m the uses of adversity. The vocal ex.
nuuuii oyer, me young attorney sat
Palely to his typewriter, and gave his
morning to tha composition oPthe fol
lowing: In re EtOrv. entitle, "A MIH n rtlvl. "
r Editor The favorite Magazine,
Jw York, ;ew York.
JtmT"8 unexpected return of my story,
uuuea as above, without apology or
"'nation, betrays an een more
ertom deficiency on your rart than
ii-.ant of discernment, or even or.
Jjaary Intelligence, .which I have hlth
rto noted In jou.
An eaitor who requires seven weeks
tk &aln Ms alleged mind In regard
IV a WXjO-WOrd Rlnrv wnnM nnn. .7. t.M
!,,!?." In need of guardianship. Such
kVi111 'solution, when displayed In
wiqung (he property of others, ap
Sn?per"0UtlJr "ear to that grave
mi delinquency prohibited alike by the
common lau n,..i .!, t.. i ..... r, ;-...
,4te, ;. .i tits jisutu wuimtmuu
"jut, Yours, etc.,
I JOHN 2IABBHAI.iV
km editor of the Favorite Magaxlne
uH.Vv"k!vx ,0 llav a certain amount
Pepper In his corpuscles. In two days
JiOtefl' "- hv ,aiu, Aim vvuicui
BUear air On hci, oi .i, cu..i.
reputation fn- ."S.V.. V "J...' 7Z"l'.
lo 5. hou!(1 b0 mttde t0 yu for the
Iii3r.".U8h- th0 carelessness pf an as-
; lo,, iQmt boy, your manuscript was
tthl. .7-. " ,,lttn weens, nut tor
St. v"l,ward clrcumatance. I can os
Siuytq Pf't'vely that "A Maid o'
I!
fc malL Yours very cordially;
Ln.,! Fdltor. the Favorite Magaxlne.
ftSwrning through this utile ,,n it nr.
Ud LI"1 Jon Marshall that the editor
EclJE? sha?e th bt 0l hlm ' the
nt i. v,""', i"o ror in new xor
'Keith.. " stenographer again. For a
&ihir man h appeared to be consld.
iy argumentative, but. o( course, he
ZZ U4Ve been nnlv n IPtin.nUnt
J? cave been only a, transplanted Adarost In a low, kind voice. "You ap
Pmiivi t. Pear t0 be a eame lltUo p,ec0 worit'
Itadjr ii. r, "" "" growing restive
Ittisv iS ..r mplea of phrasen
b 'n wort, N t nj same piecj
of goods. One thing led to another, as
one thing will In this world. In a week,
we find tho two gentlemen addressing
each other In this vein!
Sir I expect to be In your city soma
lime In the early autumn. Immediately
upon my arrival, 1 shall give myself tho
pleasure of calling upon you and pulling
your long ears. JOHN MArtHUAM
Tho editor's reply came by wire:
Arrive Berkeley, Wednesday morning.
Falling to receive prompt call from you
at the leading hotel, shall lose no time
In searching you out and exacting suit
able apologies for your humorous but Im
proper menaces. NORMAN B. ADAMS.
John Marshall received this message on
Wednesday morning. As he read It, his
face turned scarlet and then slowly
whitened. He glanced hurriedly at his
watch (worn by Grandfather Carmlchael
at the battle of Hhlloh), and found that
It was 9:20 o'clock. The train from the
North got In at 7:50. O heavens! The
editor was In Berkeley now, at the Jack
son Hotel, waiting, perhaps already think
ing that
Tho young legal. author Jumped for his
old gray-felt hat, where It hung on the
nail, and dashed madly out Into Main
street.
In John Marshall's veins palpitated
the, blood of hicn who, from Bacon's
rebellion on down to the last race riot
In Almce'a cafe (Boston), had run to
trouble as u bridegroom to the nuptial
bower. It never palpltnted more hotly
than now, ns tho young man sped along
to tho Jackson Hotel. The thought that
at last luck had brought him personal
combat with an editor, and this particu
lar editor nbovo all others who tAlrscd
tho earth with their presence, drew him
with a thrilling fascination. The code
duello, It Is only fair to say, he did not
contemplate, having been born since
1870, No, horse-whlpplng was more In
his mind, with plenty of gore, editorial
gore, flying about the premises. May
hem at the least he promised himself,
homicide If possible
"Is Mr. Norman B. Adams, of New
York hero?" ho Inquired, In a calm,
steely voice, of tho Ja.ckson Hotel clerk,
"Hello, John," said tho clerk, friendly
of men of peace. When we stand
a suitable spot "
words emerging along a chewed tooth
pick. "Yea, sure he Is, Mr. Adams was
at' tho desk a minute ago, Inquiring
where you live. Lemme see. Oh, that's
him, there see, by the window?"
John Marshall turned and followed tha
pointing finger. Despite himself his heart
chilled a little.
Standing by tho window, looking Idly
out at what the Berkeley Mirror would
havo called the passing throng, stood one
of the tallest young men he had ever seen.
He stood six feet two, for a guess, this
young man, and his figure was the figure
of Apollo, when Apollo was young and
venturous. He wore a brownlsh-tlnged
Tanama, with a gay folded band, a
flannely kind of suit which, loose though
It was, possessed a certain hang and low
cut tan shoes such as any purchaser may
duplicate, at one particular custom shop
In the metropolis, at $H a pair. He looked
young for an editor! and ho seemed to
be enjoying very excellent health.
To this stunning figure, John Marshall
drew near with frigid courtesy and stately
tread.
"I have the honor of addressing Mr.
Adams, I believe?"
Tno young man wheeled and nodded
pleasantly. At the sight of the good looks
of his face, Mr. Marshall's hatred was
fanned to a fiercer flame,
"Permit me to Introduce myself, sir,"
ho said, Icily lifting his felt hat. "Mr.
John Marshall, at your service."
The editor's smile died anay. He lifted
his brilliant Tanama, In Imitation of Mr.
Marshall, but mechanically, and not at
all as if he really meant It.
"Talk, Blr, I take It," resumed Mr.
Marshall, "is not required between us. I
believe we understand each other per
fectly. There Is," he continued, "a re
tired spot on the grounds of my family
homestead which, In my opinion, offers an
Ideal place for ua to bring our little dis
cussion to a finish. If, however, you ob
ject "
Tho editor Interrupted him, by waving
his hand In a large vague gesture.
"Oh, drop It," he said absently. "Let
me think."
He continued to look Intently at John
Marshall, and his pleasant face hardened
with a faint frown.
"So you're the chap who's been firing
off all those bloody murder letters." said
he. thoughtfully, "You should fetl rather
a.hamed of yourself, I think. You really
ought to have told me, you know, and
saved me the trip down"
"Told you what, sir?" demanded John
Marshall, belligerently.
The editor answered by a casual look,
and a smile that was more stinging than
any speech. John Marshall's lips paled.
"Talk, air, Is the cheap recourse of
men of peace, When wo stand face to
face, In a suitable spot"
"That's Just the trouble." said the edi
tor, annoyed. There can't be any stand.
Ing face to face."
"You won't fight me?"
"Can't, you mean!"
The fiction writer stepped nearer, an
error of Judgment on his part.
"Because you're afraid," he hissed
whltely. ,fI knew you were a coward,
sir.'
The editor burst out laughing, gaily,
carelessly,
"That's It. I'm afraid," said he. "The
prejudice of Juries against child-murder
Is Indeed marked."
Despite his gentleman's dislike of a
"pussonal dldlculty" In a public place,
John Marshall's hand uncontrollably flew
up. Instantly both his wrists were pin.
toned In a grip that was own son to
a hydrau'.ic -press. Moreover, the editor,
by a quiet but lightning shift, stood In
such a position that Mr, Marshall could
not even operate his feet, as for kick.
Ing.
NQW iry not IP C ioui, nam iur.
ir mat win uo your ivcmusa uuj ewu,
,ay it gladly- But for heaven'n sake drop
my earn aitf o on Tor one thing, you
EDITOR
can't reach 'em, For another oh, well,
what's the use of going Into personal
details. I can't light you, confound the
luck. My reason should be self-cldent
But If you make any more of those fool
brandishes, I'll turn you over my knee,
right here In the lobby."
The editor smiled hard Into the fiction
writer's ejes for about half a minute.
Then ho released his cruel grip. John
Marshall hesitated; then he turned un
certainly, and gazed blindly out of tho
window.
Now, of course, I know quite well tho
this Is horribly wrong, acreetchlngly on
"tho wrung note." All the heroes I ever
read nbout, catch them how you will,
have been terribly efficient fighters.
With fists they lick bargemen, stovedores
nnd presidents of lotigsnoremen's unions;
with guns they easily get the drop on
Arizona bad men! with swords they pink
the French count, with rnplers run
through tho villainous Italian. Nor does
any man live who can best them nt Jlu
Jltsu, or back-alley savatc, with machete
or long-spear, with bolero or boomerang,
But truth Is Inexorable. Your writing
chap, masterful creator of uproarious
demigods, Is himself a thin-chested fel
low, with sedentary muscles nnd the
hands of an nnemto lady. In tho editor's
stunning physique, John Marshall could
have found convincing proof of his own
favorlto thesis, viz; that cdltorn know
nothing whatever about writing. Ho him
self, the writer, was the editor's longi
tudinal Interior by a cool foot. The
humiliating confession can bo deferred
no longer, John Marshall, for all his
valorous spirit, weighed but 107 pounds.
Ho himself had forgotten this annihilat
ing fact for a space. Now ho was remem
bering It.
John Marshnll was 21 years old, and
this was his first affair of honor. It was
not going by the books at all. It was
not fear that chained him there, gazing
blindly out of tho window; you are not to
think that. No 300-pound hero trends the
pages of fiction readier to face death limn
Mr, Marshnll was at that moment. Whnt
parnlyzcd him was the editor's grisly
threat. Death, curses on It, wns denied
to him. But he could not conceal from
himself tho knowledge thnt this editorial
giant could turn him over his knee, nnd
that ho would so turn him, nnd rclenso
him a laughing stock for all men to his
death.
Let the linotype gallop over this bitter
moment. When John Marshall, wheeling,
white to the eyes, suggested pistols, the
editor took pnlns to nnswer soothingly.
Ho was, In fact, most anxious to avoid
tho shamo of having to assault nn op
ponent dut of his clans by ?0 pounds.
Nevertheless, his grlevanco rcmnlned;
and out of It presently grew a suggestion
namely, that tho writer should name
somebody to represent him In tho af
fair. "Comc, Mr. Marshall," said tho debon
nalr but determined young man. "I be
lieve In your pluck, but I can't tight you.
That's flat. It's cither somebody else,
or no light at all. Now we both want
some notion for our money; nnd I for my
pnrt have taken a long Journey In order
to leave somo mark of my disapproval of
the ways of jou Southern llrc-eaters.
Comc, be n sport. Isn't there somebody
In the Immediate family who would llko
to take up the quarrel? Say our grand
father? Or perhaps your tallest uncle?"
John Marshnll hardly heard tho bit
ter Insult. Ills gray eyes glittered over
the sudden hot thought In hla brain.
"Since you arc afraid to light me, sir"
he clung passionately to that wny of put
ting It "I have not doubt you would bo
glad to meet my older brother?"
"That's the tnlk," said tho editor. In
terestedly. "I confess tn being wild for
a few passes at somebody bearing our
honored nnmc."
So tho til other wns ngrced upon. Con
cise talk followed. The retired spot on
the Marshnll grounds wns llxcd ns the
ptaco of "meeting"; 11'30 ns tho hour.
John Marshall raised his ancient felt,
bowing low. The editor hoisted his shin
ing I'nrfama, bowing even lower.
"I have the honor, sir, to wish you a
very good day."
' So long, Mr. Marshall," said the editor.
At 11:20, resplendent Mr. Adams stood
motionless nnd silent In tho ancient loft
of the Marshall barn, his featherweight
bag of business togs lying open hut un
heeded nt Ills feet. Mr. Adams stood
glued to the window.
(CONTINUED TOMORnOW.)
FARMER
GOOD NIGHT TALKS
Dear Children I wish all of you would stand up straight. What would
you think of a building that was "all doubled up"?
Underneath your shoulder blades is a set of muscles which holds you up
and keeps you straight. This is so that the wonderful maqhinery in your
stomach may do its work nnd also to take tho weight off your spine.
On the football field wo seo Johnnie Jones sent back to the bench
because ho "hasn't any backbone."
To have backbone, to have courage, you must stand up straight.
Go over to the wall now, while you think of it, and stand up straight.
Put your heels firmly on the floor and your back and head against tho wall.
There, that's itl
Keep that way be straight, don't be crooked, don't be a crook.
Keep straight. ' FARMER SMITH,
The Children's Editor, the Evening Ledger.
FARMER SMITH, The Children's Editor,
The Evening Ledger, Philadelphia, Pa.
I wish to become a member of your Rainbow Club and agree to
DO A LITTLE KINDNESS EACH AND EVERY DAY.
SPREAD A LITTLE SUNSHINE ALL ALONG THE WAY.
NAME
Address
Age :
School I attend
Great Doings in Henville
"Ahem!" went Mister Rooster one
morning, but Mrs, Leghorn did not
look at him. She went on by him into
the hen house and laid an egg.
"I wonder," she said to herself,
"how I will ever know which eggs
are mine and which are not?" She
looked at the egg and then scratched
an "L" on it, and, after making a
terrible noise with her cackling (hop
ing, of course, to attract Mister
Rooster's attention), she flew out of
the hen house. ,
"Ha! Ha!" thought Mister Rooster
to himself when he Baw her, "I guess
I'll go in and set on Mrs. Leghorn's
nest, and when Mrs. Plymouth Rock
comes along J will make her believe
that I have laid an egg,"
Mister Rooster hopped up on the
nest, all the while peeking out to see
if any one was watching him. When
he left 'the hen house he met Mrs.
Leghorn.
"What's the matter? What's the
matter?" asked Mrs. Leghorn, coming
up to him.
"I have just laid an egg for you,
my dear," said Mr. Rooster,
"And you were kind enough to put
an 'L on it, were you not?" asked
Mrs. Leghorn. Mr. Rooster hopped
back to the nest and yhen he ew
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THE LOW-BROW SPECIAL CONSTABLE
Our own special "If something don't turn up In a, mlnlt. I'll go back and
have an argument wld Murphy. I'vo got to hit somo wan."
A Legitimate Query
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"Pardon, Monsieur, but what face
cream does Monslour use for tho knees?
"Well. If that Watson Isn't the most
conceited, self-satisfied, self " I
"Yes, I've henrd jou sny something 1
of thnt kind before. What a started
you off this time?"
"He Just sent a telegram of con
gratulations to his mother."
"We 11 7"
"Totlay'B his birthday." Evcry
bodj's. Same Reason
I'ootc Why doesn't Jagglns come to
tho club any more?
Uohllng He's married.
Poole But what brings Snlffklns so
often7
Holding He's mnrrled.
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SMITH'S RAINBOW CLUB
the "L" he was so surprised that he
exclaimed, "How did you know I put
an 'L' on tho egg I laid for you."
"I didn't know it," answered Mrs,
Leghorn. "I put that 'L there my
self." "It doesn't pay to lay an egg and
then lie about it," said Mr. Rooster,
as he skeedaddled away.
Our Postoffico Box
Some good angel must have guided
these two letters to our box. Read
them they .will tell you more plainly
than any words of your editor just
how each one of you may help the
other.
Dear Rainbow Santa Claus My
Sunday school teacher told me to
write to you to see if you will come
to our house Christmas Eve, as my
papa is sick and is not able to work.
I hope you won't forget us. Since our
papa is sick, Christmas doesn't mean
anything to cs. Please do not forget
us. RAYMOND KAFFER,
North Bodine street.
P. S. I am 10 years old and have
four little brotheru and sisters.
Dear Farmer Smith I would like to
become a member of the Rainbow
Club. I have many toys that I would
gladly give to some children and J will
London Opinion.
Prnctical Generosity
'Ho Is hucIi a generous llttlo fol
low." "Yes; I remember that when ha
had tho mumps he teased to go out
and give them to tho other boys."
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I rM ONE TO
GVit DAN VWW
PiPRHnUWinii
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pack them up and as soon as you let
mo know where to send them I will do
so. GERTRUDE B. KIERNAN,
North 11th street.
There must be many little girls
and boy. who hnve. toys that have
censed to be of much use to them.
Think of tho pleasure and joy they
would bring to tho little ones who
havo no hopes of a visit from Santa
Claus! Perhaps you have only one
thing to spare. Well, ONE thing is
enough to make ONE child happy,
and, oh! how happy you will be on
Christmas morning to think that
somewhere in tho city a little heart
is bright that, but for you, might have
been sorrowful on this loveliest of
days. WRITE TO FARMER SMITH
AND TELL HIM JUST WHAT
BOOKS AND TOYS YOU ARE
WILLING TO GIVE.
Perhaps, like the little boy in the
first letter, you want some. In that
case; write to Farmer Smith and he
will see that Santa Claus does not
forget YOU.
Your Workroom
This corner belongs to you you are
to write the articles that fill its space.
Doesn't that sound interesting? I
know that every club member is anx
ious to know what the other mem
bers are doing we all want to hear
'just what sort of Christmas presents
the girls are making, we want to learn
of the wonders the boys are accom
plishing with their hammers and their
hands. Let's tell each other all these
clever secrets?
Write briefly and describe as clear
ly as possible the thing you made and
tho way you made it. Each night
there will appear In this corner one
of your own articles. Publication
will depend on neatness and composi
tion. Writers of articles appearing in
this corner are entitled to 26 Rainbow
Club credits each. Credits are valu
able, you'll soon know why.
Do You Know This? '
1, Who discovered electricity?
(Two credits.) 2. What has a kite
to do with this discovery? (Three
credits.) 3. Why is it dangerous to
take shelter near a tree during an
electrical storm? (Five credits.) 4.
What name of a famous inventor can
be formed from this sentence, "HE IS
NOT Soltek'" '- -Uts,l
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PERRY?
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ZIGZAGS IM J" I
FRONT OF ntlU.
DID IT EVER HAPPEN TO YOU?
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D0tT Y00 LIKE
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QUITE TRUE
Punch.
Mother (to her small son, who Is doing a Jig-saw puzzle on the Sabbath).
"Bobby, arc jou sine that's a Sunday puzzle ou are doing?"
Bobby "Well, you sec. I can't tell until I've done It."
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Logic
Any cat has one tail more than no cat.
No cat Iia3 two tails.
Therefore. Any cat has three tails.
-AND THE WORST IS YET TO COME
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Two Halves
Smlthson My hnlf-brothcr is en
gaved to my wife's half-sister,
Jltson When will they be made oneT
now
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