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The Game of Living
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By S. B. HACKLEY
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1919, by the McClure News
paper Syndicate.)
Robert Bickley paused in his leis- j
urely walk down liradlaw street and
seated himself on one of the imposing
stone steps of the church on the cor
ner.
"I've got to rest a minute," he said
half aloud, fanning himself slowly
with his straw hat. "It doesn't take
much exertion to use a fellow up when
he's only three days out of the hos
pital—but it's glorious to be out
again! John says it's pretty quiet on
my beat —me for duty in a couple or
so days now!"
A pretty young girl came out of the
church and paused a half moment un
certainly on the upper step. The
young man, in his swift, involuntary
glance, felt his heart leap. He rose
hastily and stepped aside. She start
ed down the' steps, hut her eyes were
misty from crying; she stumbled, miss
ing a step. Bickley caught her full in
his arms as she fell.
"Thank you—oh. thank you!" she
faltered as she stood erect. "I was
very awkward!"
She passed on down the street, but
he had seen despair in the eyes she
raised to him. He looked after her
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with a strange constriction of the
heart.
"That was my girl!" lie said to him
self as he walked slowly back the oth
er way, "and 1' don't *>ven know her
name or where she is going! And oh,
good Lord, she looked like she wanted
to die^"
A month before, the old insurance
man for whom Hester Mo ran worked
had died —the city was overcrowded
; with workers —the girl had not found
another job. On this Sunday she had
shrunk from going to the little church
she regularly attended, and so had
gone to a big strange one; but in this
great church it seemed to the little
stenographer every one was "rich in
lands and money;" there were but two
pennies left in her purse, and, after
Tuesday night, her rent would be up.
No money, no wonk, and nowhere to
go! /
With despairing bitterness in her
soul. Hester had risen and slipped out
of the church.
"I'll try again tomorrow and Tues
day," she to herself —"perhaps
Wednesday—then—"
Monday and Tuesday were one con
tinuous tramp. She had asked for
work at everything she could do, only
to be turned down everywhere. In the
dusk of Wednesday she stood in the
lobby of a great office building, re
solved to make one last try. "Stenog
rapher wanted," the slip of paper she
held in her hand read, "Room 600."
The stylish, elderly man into whose
office she was admitted gave one look
at the newcomer, and turned to the six
girls waiting to talk with him about
the job.
"No use he fluni at them,
"I can see none of you will doP^
With a gallant air he set a chair for
Hester in his inner office and drew his
own big chair close up beside it.
"You'll suit me to a 'T,' duckie," he j
remarked. "I've been looking for
something slick like you, and I can
see with one eye you're a live wire."
Sickened. Hester edged her chair
away.
"How much does the place pay?"
she asked.
"Five dollars at first!"
"But I—a girl can't live on that!"
"Who expects you to, sweetness? A
looker like you doesn't hare to live on '
$3. Why, you might get as much as j
twenty a week if we hit it of? together. ;
That's what my last stenographer
got,"
He reached over and* squeezed her
hand. Hester rose, her cheeks aflame :
with helpless wrath.
"That's the last insult I'll ever re- j
ceive," she assured herself when she
was in the street again, "the very ;
4a st."
The smell of the bakeshop's fresh !
rolls sickened her hungry stomach. :
empty since her breakfast of crackers, j
At the foot of the stairs that led to j
her room she paused tempted to bor
row a slice of bread from her land- *
lady, but she clinched her hands and j
climbed v the steps.
"I won't be hungry very long," she :
thought.
It was close on midnight when she i
i crept out to the park, where the strong !
tide beat against the sea wall. The •
: night was warm and sultry, but the |
girl ,shivered as she crouched on a !
i park bench.
"I've got nobody," she, defended her
j.selt' to conscience; "nobody to care."
But as she spoke, there floated be
' fore her brain the face-of the j
young man who bad saved her from j
| falling at the c?,ur.-h steps.
"He'd neVer hurt a woman," she j
thought; "he looked 1 could j
j have loved him! 1 wish I inu l . known ;
! him and be had wanted me!"
A clock not far from the park stroek !
j twelve. The young fellow in a police
j man's uniform, standing ol the sea
i wall, heard a light step behind him.
' Then a sinall white figure slipped past
| him like a bird and tlung itself into
! the water. Hq let himself swiftly into
the washing tide and struck out for
the sinking white figure. In a little
time he was back tit the base of the
wall, and John Tweedle, another offi
cer. whom bis cries had brought, was
Lithuanian Exports.
Lithuania is shaking off the grip of
German economic control. First of its
! products to be freed will be its lum
ber, which Germany controlled to her
own great profit.
Lithuania exported about 300,Q00,-
000 cubic feet of timber annually
through the port of Memel by the Riv
er Niemen. Germany's control of the j
Niemen river has been ended.
Lithuania will therefore come for- !
warn as a world trader as soon as her
Independence is recognized. She is al- |
ready planning the purchase of metal, I
machinery and foodstuffs in America.
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Fortunate Is Our Country.
It is stated that tjie United States
has 5 per of the world's popula
tion and 33 per cent of its wealth. Id
j other words, one-twentieth of the peo
ple and one-third of the money of the
whole world.
STOOD FOR HUMAN LIBERTY
Jean Jacques Rousseau Had Right
Conception of Conditions That
Made for Freedom.
Prof. Kenneth Colegrove of Syra
cuse university declares that world de
mocracy is the sole basis of world
peace. Writing in the World's Work
he says:
In the year 1713, when the ambassa
dors of the European powers were en
i gaged at the congress of Utrecht in
I bringing to a close the War of the I
Spanish Succession, the Abbe de Saint-'
Pierre was writing the final pages of
| his little treatise called the "Project \
for Perpetual Peace." He proposed
| confederation of the kings and princes
of Europe, with a congress or diet of
ambassadors where all disputes be
tween the different states should be
i settled by arbitration, and where gen
| eral rules should be adopted from time
: to time for the purpose of promoting
the peace and welfare of each and
| every realm. Rousseau criticized the
1 abbe's plan, declaring it contained one
I flaw, a flaw which vitiated the other
wise noble plan. He believed that a
confederation of European states
could never be formed so long as i
kings and princes ruled. For the es
sence of kingship was nothing else
than the passion to extend its domin
ion without and its absolutism within:
and no plan of confederation. Rous
seau was convinced, would ever be'
able to quench the old fires of rivalry
; and despotism. But even if a general
alliance of European monarchs were
possible, it was manifestly impossible
to guarantee princes against the revolt
of their people unless at the same time,
subjects were g.ven a guaranty-against j
the tyranny of their rnlers. In launch- i
ing this latter' criticism against the
abbe's project the aufhor «>f the "So
cial Contract" foresaw the-contingency
of the Holy Alliance of 181">, when the
autocrats of Europe called v the Indivis
ible Trinity to witness that, as broth
ers of the same family, they would de
fend the doctrine of the divine right ot j
kings against the contradiction of rev- \
olution wherever it should appear.
Yet more trenchant was the criti
cism of Voltaire. "The peace imag
ined by the 'Abbe de Saint-Pierre," snid
the philosopher of Fernay, "is a chi
! mera which could no more subsist be
tween princes than between elephants
and rhinoceroses, or between wolves
and dogs. ' Carnivorous animals rush
to attack each other on all occasions."
The "Project for Perpetual Peace," ac
cording to Voltnire. was not absurd in
itself, but in the manner of its pro
posal. There would always be wars
of ambition and conquest, untH people
learned that it was only a small num
ber of generals and ministers who'
profited thereby.
Name Mountain "Roosevelt."
Impressive ceremonies attended by
! many sofdier and civilian friends of
the former president will mark the
dedication of Mount Theodore Roose
! velt on July 4.
Shortly after the death of Colonel
I Roosevelt the pioneers of the Black
. Hills met at Deadwood, S. D., and de
cided to change the name of Sheep
mountain, near Deadwbod, to Mount
Theodore Roosevelt. Feeling that tfle
spirit of Independence day typified
the ideals of the late president it was
decided to postpone the formal cere- j
"mony until then.
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of Colonel Roosevelt's friends by Col
Seth Bullock. Maj. Gen. Leonard Wood
will deliver the dedicatory address.
Gifford Pinehot, Secretary Lane and
many other national figures will be
present.
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Woman's Remarkable Feat.
The American flag and the British
jack flew side by side from the mast
of a British warship for the .first time
in the history of the post of Bremer
ton, Wash., when Mrs. Bertha Sav
age, an employe of the industrial di
vision of the navy yard, on a dare,
climbed to the top of the mast on
H. M. S.. Lancaster as she lay in dock
and broke out the two ensigns.
Mrs. Savage, better known to the
yard employes as "Montana Liz," has
been at the yard for several months.
She comes from the ranges- in Mon
tana and is well known for her cow
boy attire and picturesque vocab
ulary. Her feat in climbing to the
top of the 139-foot mast was no mean
accomplishment for a woman.
The ship's crew watched the stunt
with great interest and enthusiastical
ly cheered the climber.
Oxen Again Beasts of Burden.
The ox as a beast of burden is com
ing into its own again in the farming
communities of the state, according to
a dispatch fpom Lewiston, Me., and
the oxsling and apparatus used by
blacksmiths in shoeing the animals,
long ago thrown into the discard, is
in use again. The sling consists of a
rude frame of timber into which the
animal is fastened bv a pillory. Straps
are then drawn under the body, the
ends being made fast to upper timbers
I of the frame. In blacksmith shops 20
years ago the slings were common.
| Oxen are less expensive to feed than
horses and are equally as useful on
small farms, and the rising value of
feed is having much to do with the
comeback of the ox as a work animal.
Experienced in Munition Making.
Lianelly, Wales, did its bit in the
matter of munitions long before the
great war. At the beginning of the
nineteenth century Mr. Ruby, the great
! local ironworker, cast a quan-
I tity of shot for the government.
Earlier still, when Cromwell was b*>
sieging Pembroke castle, much of tb<*
shot, were supplied from the MauclTy
| district.
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Not Her Honey.
I was expecting a call on the tele
phone from tny wife at eleven o'clock
one morning. Exactly at teat hour
my bell jingled, and. t.tklnsc down the
receiver. I said: "Hollo!"
The response came: "Is tMnt you,
White?"
"This is your honey, sweetheart,"
| was my reply,
! In Icy tones catne: "You've got
your nerve. Wait till I see your
wife."
Bang went the receiver.
I recognized the voice as that of
I my wife's chum. —Ohlcaco Tribune.