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THE MAN WHO SOLD HIMSELF
SCRAPPLE
By GOUVERNEUR MORRIS
EVENING LEDGER-PHILADELPHIA, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 30, 1915.
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..v. Paul was only II S'fnrn of nee when
IKlETftT als- ovcreil Klpllnir. He wnjlm
;?2E5 t the rnnntcr; imimm of .thin;
fFSSv V and for the first time ho hint
f!ii. faxiinir of the sort of thine he one
l'JSild wish to write himself. "Tho
!he Mid. "I must write, whether It
. or beautiful." He hewn .to look
'!$'... mi fictions which hud any other pur
t.ff fn.ih-telllnsr. .
Lrio with difficulty that he supporter!
flMirlf for moro, thnn two yen niter ho
r2X3ift. Oradually. however, his stories
)PL to sell, nnd nc found less nndlcs
,"3 f other employment thnn wrltlim.
(KS. he fell In love nnd In n spirit of
flKln wrote fervent love stories that won
f notice of mfiMJlno editors. At onco
!Kont clamored for moro of the sumo
BJtsnd J"1 ''I111 w" KPt busy, Soon
i?mrrled JJ1 earned tho truth about
.'-3 1 lort-. let ho had, to lock this
ycn- .n ),) brM(t nnd for tho public
inuea.
'$.$ti happened, and he over faced tho
lf'V,,V ot meetlnit the financial demands
boon a.. . i.... ..... HH u.ki.i.
Uffflttlf. WrOlO II IUHH .'..vet Biuij, ui itnwi
ii TfrceU'ed the largest sum of money ho
Kd erer posseased. Hinted ho forgothts
'Kkii i and purchased a farmhouse, which
)m ordered remodeled for a country home.
'Ki the cost far exceeded his expectations.
ifSJ it fell deeper In debt. Then John Paul
,.;iml, and tno desiro to speak out ana
in thi truth about everything- surged wlth-
Falmanew. ,
irfl MAKE n, start lie took his prldo by
'I iha hair nnd told his own story to nn
i 1 jij Hud cynical friend, who was also pass-
!!:. J.h Anrt ihla nne. ronrenstnff nil tiln
mi'"' - " -
rruleljm and spooklnir tho kindest words,
rlthout any sting1 In them anywhere, pro-
'tttiti to lend John Paul $10,000, upon tho
teourlty of John Paul's abandoned farm,
lid all but abandoned house.
tkni John Paul carried tho check to his
link, and slept that night tho sleep of
, Hppy child.
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JllKy'moved, bag, baggngo and babies,
bto tho new houso and, thanks to tho
jiHOOO (Which had to bo paid back somo
j,y), John Paul declared a long rest
(or his Jangling nerves and brain. But
It u hard to rest.
S'tte vcncrablo village builder, unusu
lllv prosperous, and qulto recovered from
111 serious Illness (ho would havo thanked
'loa) was occasionally to bo scon passing
h now buggy drawn by a handsome
lone. And John Paul wished very much
to rush out and murder him.
i-But In spite of his rages, John Paul
"recovered, gradually, tono and spirit; and
Jo suffer from cacocthes scrlbendl nnd
'to csst longing looks at paper nnd Ink
Veils. And when at last ho began onco
mnr to write It was with a heart full
ftf new matter.
f "I tell you," ho said, "I haven't played
ih came. But I'm going to. All tho
ituff I'vo ever written Is folso, ond I
knew It when I wroto It. Tho public la
tejlnnlng to stand for tho truth," hero
it named over many recent stories, novels
'mi sDeclals. "And I'm going to tell tho
(truth, too. I'm sick of suppressing real
filings and human things, becnuso It has
been tho fashion to suppress tncni, so
jthst bread nnd butter misses may not
it corrupted. Is lltcraturo for children
or Is It for grownups? I'vo lived nnd
l'to learned, nnd whntevcr I know to bo
true I'm going to write nbout."
rAnd ho began, ns no had thrcntcned, to
write what ho described In a general wny
11 "real stones." tiic rorceu sweetness,
printlmlam nml i?nletv nf thn Inlps which
Hi supported him for so many years
Tamsneu irom ins manner mm ms mai
ler. He felt, or so he said, as if ho hnd
just managed to crawl out of u vat of
molasses. For the deliberate, cloying
hlseness to those early taleB ho substi
tuted a too fervent sincerity. Ho had
10 longed to speak the truth that he now
poke it with n kind of defiant ferocity.
FARMER SMITH'S
GOOD-NIGHT TALKS
One afternoon a littlo girl's mother started to go out, and when her littlo
daughter asked her how long sho would
in a minute."
ji And tho little girl said, "Mamma, how long is a minute?"
I Cit kaiiida wa Irnmv Vinf n mlmitn la nnn.qlvriAth tinrr. nf nn linnr nnd
that an hour is ono-twenty-fourth of
in a week, fifty-two weeks in a year
in a year, but this does not help us any
minute is. This brings us to the story
How long is a minuto? We may
reniently use to designato part of our
Did vou ever trv to catch a minuto? Or did you ever stop to think of
SNOW? The instant you try to think of
another hour, another day, another weeK
Tho wonderful thing to remember
hours and that those twelve hours are mnrked with Roman numerals and
that you can make all of those numerals with one hand, crossing your first
two fingers to make an "X" and leaving tho third and fourth finger for the
ono and two, making XII.
When you havo time take your watch or clock and see the second-hand
inlnnrrmml fnrn minuto nml then trv to find out how lone- it is. We hono
6 when you do this you will see how useless it is to try to hurry.
You have all the time thero is,
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PARMER SMITH, Children's Editor,
Evening Ledger, Philadelphia, Ta.
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,
Wanita and Kawasha
(Continued.
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V Wanita Rtnnrl hnrrtflen1 the cave
Bas filled with smoke.
m "Ifnwnftlin ' oUa BAAflTvlr1 "wa'11
jbura to death."
S "Little sister," he cried bravely,
H run like lightning through that
uarne. Leave me here."
"I won't, I
won't," and she
rushed to her
brother's side and
tried to pull him
to his feet. He
only sank back
with a moan of
pain.
"Run, Wanita,"
he begged, "run
WanUn 11 1 ..IJK. oliAiif tllA
e ""Ma juuaeu wiujr wwy, -
L U&meg tea,. .nnMl. onvonrltnp Rum-
g&toorjing all her courago, Bhe;t8hot
Jri'"
4 wougn the leaping flames ana aimosi
at one bound gained the outside of
tkcaye,
lAe a frightened deer, she ran this
Wait j i.t- ., . j jUttr tn-
I have told this story all wrong, If the
reader has not learned that whatever
John Paul did he did to excess. He was
always biting off bigger hunks of life
than he coutd chew. He spent too much,
and therefore ho hnd to cam too much,
when ho took a cold bath It was Icy,
when he took a. hot 0110 It was of a tern
peraturo that would have scalded any
body else. Ho exercised till ho was ex
hauated, or lay on his stomach nnd read
Until ho was ditto, tf he liked his food
he ato altogether too much; If ho didn't
llko It, ho pulled In his belt a couple of
holes. And of late years, whenever ho
had begun to catch up with his bills, ho
went, as tho saying Is, "way up In tho
air"; or, conversely, when tho bills gained
on him, down In tho depths.
It was natural to him, therefore, when
ho got down to telling tho truth as ho
know It. that ho Bhould nt first fling nil
retlcenco to tho winds nnd produce tnles
which dwelt upon ugly truths nt tho ex
pense of truths beautiful, and, conse
quently, losing the excellent balanco be
tween these extremes, which Is life, ho
succeeded only In telling lies.
Tho merit of these tnles (they wero
never published) existed only In their
manner and In tho sincerity with which
they wero Written. He saw this himself
DOES A DOG
HAVE A SOUL?
If not, can you cxplnin tho life
struggle of this wolf-doR between
tho instinct of tho wild nnd his
senso of duty toward mnn?
READ
"KAZAN"
by
James' Oliver Cariooad
A gripping story of nnlmal life
and the rugged northwest.
Begin it with tho first instalment
in tomorrow's
EVENING LEDGER
presently, and tossed them into the fire.
But he was not discouraged; ho had not
expected to do what ho had nlwnys
longed to do, tho very first time he tried
It. Thcro rcmnlncd still a balance of soma
weeks set nsldo for "rest," nnd ho mado
tho most of It.
"Tho main thing," ho explained to Mrs.
Paul, "Is that I'vo reformed. I'll bo hit
ting things right presently, nnd then no
body will bo nblo to say that I'm writing
things that I can't believe, Just to got
money. Do you know," ho went on, "that
for years and years I'vo been writing
tales, for no bettor reason than because
I knew I could sell them? That's kind
of ugly Isn't lt7 When you come to
think It over, I'm what they call a
P-P-P "
"You needn't say It," Sirs. Pnul hnstlly
Interposed.
"Well, anyway," said he, "I've re
formed. I'vo been tnken off tho streets by
chnrltnblo people nnd given a chance to
earn nn honest living."
So saying, nnd having lately completed
a truo talc to his lilting, unit sold It to a
magazine, which had also grown dls
gUBtcd with polite lying, he rejoiced ex
ceedingly, and sported with his babies,
and slept tho sleep of tho Just.
Tho story In question was truo enough
and hnd a certain piquancy, but It wasn't
very pretty, and since prottlness was
whnt tho admirers of John Paul hnd
learned to expect from his commercial
pen, tho inevltnblo hnppened letters. By
ovcry mall they enme to blni, nbuslng
him nnd reviling him. Kvcn the editor
bo gone, sho said: "I will be back
a day and that there are seven days
and also that thcro are twelve months
when we try to find out how long a
of TIME.
say it is that unit which wo con-
life-time.
NOW it is gone and another minuto,
ana another year has gone. ,
about a clock is that it has twelve
FARMER SMITH,
Children's Editor, Evening Ledger.
eyes spied an old bucket. Quickly she
snatched it and ran to the water's
edge.
In the centre of the river was a
small island and right at that moment
a canoe came into view from its far
shore!
Wanita waved wildly and screamed
at the top of her voice. The canoe
shot over the waves. Wanita's heart
stood still! It was a white man that
she had summoned to her aid I
Before she had time to realize her
own fear' he was beside her and she
was gasping forth her story. In a
second he had grabbed the bucket
from her hand and quick as a flash he
was at the mouth of the cave dashing
water into the flaming opening.
Back and forth he ran refilling the
bucket and quenching the fire until
he was able to force an entrance.
"Stay out there, little girl," he
cried to Wanita, and he rushed into
the cave.
"Boy, boy," he called, looking fran
tically about for Kawasha, but no
answer came.
The cave was empty!
(Continued Thursday, January 6.)
wrote to say that publishing the story
had been n mistake that shouldn't hap
pen again.
John Paul was hurt nnd nngry, but
stendfnst In his resolution to bo honest
with himself nnd with his art. It wnS
Impossible for him to understand why
his readers should nbuse him, It was
equally Impossible for him not to be thor
oughly unhappy about It.
Of the many letters he received there
wns one which hurt him ccullarly, nnd
which, for somo unknown reason, ho did
hot nt oneo destroy.
"For yenrs I hnve hnd strength nnd
courage from the sweetness nnd purity
nnd the belief In people's goodness nnd
honesty that shine like diamonds In nil
your stories. Hut now I have Just fin
ished 'The Other Day,' and 1 nm quiver
ing with disgust. To think that you, too,
now that cheap sensationalism Is the
thing, should go back on your high Ideals
nnd turn prostitute. "
Tho letter wasn't signed. But there
was a fnmlllnr look to tho writing, which
worried and puzzled John Pnul, until one
day he senrched through a barrel of old
papers and found a signed letter In tho
very same writing.
Forthwith he wns overwhelmed with
laughter and rolled deliriously Upon tho
attic Moor. Mrs. Paul tame running up
to Investigate. John Paul pulled himself
together and wiped tho tears from his
eyes.
"You know that anonymous letter that
mndo me so mad?"
Hhe nodded.
"It was written y a. girl named Eva
bouthworth. One night sho Bpoke to mo
on tho streets, and cried and said that
Bho wonted to reform nnd bo good. I
gavo her nil the money I had. '
"What did sho look llko," asked Mrs.
raul. with coldness.
"Oh, rata!" said John Paul. "Tho point
Is that sho did reform. And this letter
this old signed letter tells mo of hr
marriage nnd happiness. Aiid
now, Instead of congrntulntlng mo on
turning honest, Just ns she did, sho
nbuses mo; says that I havo made her
'quiver with disgust,' nnd accuses mo
of having turned literary strcot-wolkcr.
It's really too good to bo true.
Oh, tho fools, tho pitiful, prurient fools
messed all over this poor old footstool."
But John Paul's editors and admirers
would not let him complete his rcrorm.
Furthermore, tho Interest on his mort
gago was past due, nnd tho bills nccru
Ing from his long rest were beginning to
clnmor, nnd tho brnnd-new houso wns
In pressing need of repairs. He laughed,
realizing for tho first tlmo In his life
that thero wore such things as disillu
sionment nnd old nge, and ns he went
to his work-table. Immediately after
breakfast, ho remarked, with courageous
cheerfulness:
"Well back to the streets."
"Now Just whnt," sold Mrs. Paul, "If
anything, dn you mean by that?"
"I mean," said John Pnul, "that I am
going to write a charming story nbout
a charming boy who meets u charming
girl. After a chnrmlng courtship, they
are to bo charmingly married, nnd then
ono chnrmlng, bright, blue day In tho
morning they nre going to And a chnrm
lng baby In n cabbago pntch."
Mrs. Pnul sighed.
"In real life," she said, "ono doesn't.
I think It's rather a pity."
"Oh," cried John Pnul. nnd he flung
himself, with mock besecchlngness, at
her feet, "don't you turn against mc
too!"
"No fear!" said she, her hands on Ills
head. (His hair was getting a llttlo thin
over the temples.)
The spirit ot mockery went clean out
of John Paul; he bent swiftly and. Just
llko one of his own Idiotic lovers (for
revenue only), kissed his wife's charming
llttlo feet.
THE END.
RAINBOW CLUB
Our Postoffice Box
Welcome, little Mary-and Willinm
Duncan, Sherwood road, Overbrook,
to tho Rainbow Club! You arc the
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MAUY AND "WILLIAM DUNCAN
first pair of twins to appear in our
picture gallery and we nre all very
glad to see you. Plcaso write to us
very often and tell us just how it
feels to bo twins.
Ronald Roche, Germantown avenue,
writes to know whether or not his
littlo sister might belong to the club,
Ho says: "She will be 4 years old in
February. I think it would be best
to teach her your beautiful little motto
while she is growing. Her name is
Nelly." That is a very lovely thought,
Ronald, and we are moro than pleased
to have little 6ister join the Rainbows,
Madeline Capozzi, South 8th street,
wrote us a very nice letter and we
would like to receive another one from
her real soon. Rose Frasch signs her
self "Yours in friendship." Isn't it
nice to think of all the new friends we
are making through the club ?
Do You Know This?
1, What is the matter with this
sentence: "James don't know his les
son? (Five credits.)
2. A grocer received the following
order: "Please send me a pound of
19-21-7-1-18." What did he send?
(Five credits.)
3. Name a poet who wrote about
the snow. (Five credits.)
The names of those who joined
Farmer Smith's Rainbow Club this
isiHRS
week will be published la Saturday's
DID IT EVER HAPPEN TO YOU?
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Visitor Don't you think ho resem
bles his father?
Mother Yes. He keeps mo up late
every night.
Satisfied
misy
TSitter.
Doctor do roloroil lady vlu has
given him a quarter for attending her
husband, uhu died) No, no, .Mrs.
Pclplo, 1 won't charpi you for that last
visit.
Mrs. Sclplo You take It, doctor, san.
you depcrve It"; you done your work
very well.
"V follow doean i huvo to bo rich
"No. ho doesn't have to he. but tho
War Economies
Punch's 'Almanack,
"Why don't you open tho window,
grandfather, and let some of the smoke
out?"
"Not likely! Look what I've got to
pay an ounce for It now."
One Resemblance Alas, Too True
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Condlctlns Views of tho Tresent Appearance of tVllhelm II.
NATURALLY
to enjoy lite."
chances nro that ho prefers to be
The Height of Dumbness
"When you talk like dat you show
youah aumb!"
"G'wan man! Youah so dumb you
link Sundy Hook am a Scotchman."
II ' ' A
THE PADDED CELL
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PREPARE DMESS.
5KATIMG. Promises To
DOPUACt DAMCIAtG.
-Punch.
Detroit Kr l'r
Tho boy on the rails 'I, Jelllcoe!
'ave a look fer my knife, wilt yert U'
That Ended It
MORE WORK FOR THE NAVY
He What If I were on of those hus
bands, my dear, who get up cross In
the morning and bang things about
and kick just because tbe cpffej u
coldT
8h Well. I'd mak It hot fop you,
darling.
S. O. s.
London Opinion.
A Desperate Case
"I heard you wuz In the hospital.
Wuz you very bad?"
"Had? I Bhould think I was bad!
Why, a pal o' mlno brought me a bot
tle o' wine art' I couldn't so much a
look nt it!"
Th Sketch,
If you're goh' down again, you imshl
got two blades an' a brown 'andle.
Sea Sick
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va- -lie says fcls love Vs Ilk the sea.
O race H tal Teat Vfid itl love taai.c.
tae sick.
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