The man stopped again. The mtis cles of his face were twitching queerly. Suddenly his weary frame assumed the appearance of a savage warrior. His eyes-burned with a strange light. Then his voice came out clear and strong. ""Rut. T'll find t.hfim " hfi nried nut "-By God I will." And he turned aind left the place. The party that heard his story were hushed when he left. Then some one to break the spell ordered a drink. Then the whistles blew and the man's sadness was forgotten in the greetings extended to young 1914. POETS IN VERSE DUEL New York, Jan. 5. Petulant, ap parently, because England jailed him when he arrived on her chalk cliffs a penniless stowaway, Harry Kemp, the hatless long-haired Kansas rhym ster, ook a bitter fling at Rudyard Kipling as a poet. Bertoh Braley took up the cudgels for the creator of "Mulvaney," and this brought on a poetry duel recalling the famous interchange between William Watson and Richard Le Gallienne when Wat son with his: "She is not old, she is not young, The woman with the serpent's tongue." made a veiled attack on th6 wife of Premier Asquith. Kemp wrote this: "To Kipling." . Vile singer of the bloody deeds of empire And of the bravery that exploits the poor, Exalter of subservience to masters, Bard of the race that bound and robbed the Boer We note your metaphors that shine and glisten, But, underneath your sounding verse, we.see The exploitation and the wide cor ruption, j The lying and vice and misery. Your people lay upon the backs of others The bullet and the prison and the rod, Wherewith ye scourge the racesthat subserve you And then blaspheme by blaming it on God. , To which Braley promptly replied: "To Harry Kemp." Emitter of unnecessary noises, Blowing a penny whistle -loud and long, Trying to drown the blowing of the trumpets With puny tootlings or with futile song. We hear your notes of thin and strid ent clamor; ' We see you whirl in wild and Dervish glee, Shrilling at Kipling and we look up on you Saying in wonder, "Ooinellishe?" Not always does the master sing his nobles; Sometimes he carols in a dreary style, But who are you you cheap and tawdry barlet To hint him servile or to call him "vile"? An Easterner, who thought he could write touching poetry and had spent all his savings, buying Pacific coast real estate, sent the following telegram to his father: "The rose is red, the violefc blue, send me fifty, I. O. U." He received this reply: "The rose is red,, the pink is pink; send you fifty I don't think.". o o TIT FOR TAT "I had a bgard like yours till I saw myself In the glass; then I cut It off." "I had a face like yours, but I couldn't cut it off so I grew this beard to cover it" .