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f A Plea for Jin American 9
Peerage By Clifford HOSE who keep tab the past generation girls have married that the sum total fOUr-hlindrprt-nillllnti V, Truly, this is bad management on our part. We have allowed ouf ludepcndenceand our Imperial scorn of rank k -aJ and heraldry to cheat us most inglorlously. If our American beauties must have titles, to complete their native queenllness and crown their fortunes, would It not be blending good sense with gallantry to ourselves supply the needed tinsel? Indued, ought we not to be ashamed big, brawny, handsome specimens that we are to stand by In passive onlooking to see tome of the fairest of our daugh ters compelled to purchase coronets with such funny little valentines at tached to them? Before God or a bear, a duke has no points of superiority above a lumber-jack. "Your lordship" rises no nearer to heaven than "Mike, old boy." It is so wilt In tho gospel of democracy; and there lives today no sound chested, healthy fellow on this side the Atlantic who would swap his title of American "Mr." for any string of princely names and decocratlons. "Mr." 6tands for Master. If, there fore, a badge of nobility Is a thing so empty, there would seem to be no more reason why we should be so skittish about it than there Is for a horse to stand on Its, hind legs in the presence of a paper bag. Would any one of us be any less a sovereign if Willie Sniffle-Jones of Newport were dubbed a baron? It is not likely. And when we consider what this Inno cent ennoblement would mean from the viewpoint of good statesmanship we Bhall be astonished that we have so long tolerated In our Imperious Constitu tion the fear-Inspired clause forbidding the granting of titles. For, besides making Willie happy and In no wise hurting anybody, we should thus be enabled to Jugle him from a social liability to a very appreciable asset. As Lord Sniffle-Jones, with a plenitude of good nature and rich relations, and with a pedigree which through the aid of an expert genealogist could be worried back though the Mayflower to William the Conqueror, he would prove Irresistible bait for some golden dower which would otherwise have taken wings beyond the sea. For It may be at once assumed that our daugh ters of the rich, In their bargain-hunts for crests, and. embroidered names, would Instinctively prefer such as were tBgged with a familiar species of husband. t An American nobleman, however apish his love of pomp, could generally be reckoned upon to be chivalrous and clean-blooded and labelled with a name that would at least sound like it looks and not appear to have been coined in a fit; a man who, besides the coveted scutcheon, could give in return something more than a rheumatic old castle and a mouldy lineage of soft-headed drones, and who, furthermore, through training and heritage, whatever be his vices or shortcomings, would never forget what the foreign nobleman has not yet learned that his American wife Is his social peer and not a mere woman thrown into the bargain with the purchase price of a title. Llpplneott's. S7 j7 fiDr The J Luxury of k By IVintfred Black TOOK a journey the 2 t . A journey I have traveled many, many times. Sometimes In sorrow and anxiety, and sometimes with a heart that beat high with hope. It is a long Journey, and the road lies over the moun tains, and through the alkali of the pitiless desert and then Into green valleys and past the ripple of shining rivers. I know every station on the route by heart. I know It so well that I have been In the habit of get T I I t ting half a dozen new books and a box of chocolates and knowing nothing but the people in these books all the way across. But the other day when I took the Journey I didn't read a single word! I looked out of the window and every time the wheels went round I sa,w something new and strange and beautiful and fascinating. The plains dull? '; Why, they're alive with Interest. There are the prairie dogs, for Instance funny little things, with their hands held up before their faces as If they were trying to signal to you as you fly patt; and the coyotes what ragged beggars by the wayside they are! And the herds of cattle and the cowboys; oh, the plains are full of marvelous life, and It is marvelous to look through the window afar and see It. i The desert dreary? Why, It's a panorama of fascinating and excltlhg events that whole trip, that seemed to me so dull and so monotonous, turned suddenly the other day into a perfect carnival of delight, and I grudged every minute tho watch ticked into oblivion. All because I carried with me the magio charm of the presence of a little eager-eyed, active-rainded, warm-hearted child. I looked through her bright eyes, not through my dull, tired ones, and, oh, what a world I saw! . . , Do you want to know whom to pity In this world? Pity the childless, the people who have to go through the world Just once apd then leave it. Come, little mother, with jour brood around you. You're richer by a life for every child whd 03118 7011 toother. ' - - ' This world grows tiresome? ' ' - Never while you have with you the clear eyes of childhood whereby to ' see ' It. .'.. -I'd rather be the poorest washwoman In this country and have my chil-' dren to live the world over again with than to be the wife of a millionaire with nothing but my own empty heart for company.' . . . '. The childless poor, lonely, selfish thingslet's pity them frorn the bot tom of our hearts. , - ,- . ' . The Automobile In Mlnnetota, We took a spin with Johnson- the other day aboard his automobile. It is a powerful beast with four pairs of battle lanterns, and a turtle-shaped deck, a voice like a wild gander, ani darts along the road with a sound ot nn approaching downpour. There Is the strength of twenty-five horses lu the engines, and a ride on one of us cushions does not remind us of an; thing, for we never had one like it -v-fore. Its brazen entrails give out a vicious hiss as if ready to burst with power. It glveg the feeling that mm - 1 I l- 1 - .. I ..In ln . . ,1 . . f;5 gOIie uejuuu mn iifeuio auu in.!.- 0 a brar.cn monster to annihilate Iwe and distance. Bronson Budget. .venty-five million squirrels . are annually in Kussla for their Howard on worldly matters tell us that within upward of four hundred American more or less decorated Europeans, and already paid for titles Is close to the morlr Children other day. A Misunderstood Man, ( "Think of the extravagance of that New York broker who gave an auto mobile to an actress." , "Gave away an automobile'.' rejoin ed Mr. Qhugglns, thoughtfully. "That wasn't extravagance. Tljat was econ omy." Washington Star, ' ' Never Too Late to Mend. "Why so sorrowful, girl?" "We have parted forever. lie writes me to send back the ring." , "Tell him to call for it," advised the experienced friend. Washington Her a'.'. The Vnlted States 1b twelfth In the list of wine-producing countries of the world, with 3,oJ0,00O gallons annually.. 2? OPPORTUNiTf. Tliey do me wron who my I rnme r When onre 1 knoek ami fatl to find .u 'n. For every day 1 Ma ml uutlJe r . . And bid you wuke, and rise to unlit and win. Wall not for predrus chances pasred "way. Weep not f.ir a-nlilm ok on the Each nlKht 1 burn the recur Is of the uay At sunrise every soul la burn uKoin. DoM thou behold thy lost 'l,l'nl,.,nc,n",',7n.,.T ' lKist reel Horn rlk'htrous Hetrlbullon blow 7 Then turn from blotted uivhiv.n i.J the P" And find the tut ure a pugea w 1.1 to as snow. .Art thou a nioiirnerT House thee from thv apell; Art thou a sinner?, Sinn may be "re"- ., ' Each morning Rive, fhee win., to the trom hell. Em-li nhjlit a stur to guide thy feet to Heaven. Lnugh like a boy nt splendors tliat have Pr'- h. To vanished joya be blind nnJ dca and dumb. Mv JudKinents seal the dead past with H ueau, hut never bind a mom-nt et to tome. Though deep In mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend my arm to all who sny '1 can. No shame-faced outcast ever snnk so ueep . But yet miynt rue und be uguin a inun. Wa,ter Mulon9, P The Power of a Belief, if 81 St By Alta Brunt Sembower. Jack was unusually snail-like about going to school that morning. It was not, however, as the poets have It, his feet that were reluctant. Indeed, it long habit had not kept them steady In the direction of the schoolhouse Jacks' spirit would have run away with them a dozen times Into the wilderness. It was not that the wilderness to wi'. Pike s Woods was specially green and Inviting, with the tips of Us branches waving over the hill at the tde of the village. It was not that the list or problems on his Blase was long and un solved, nor that today marked oft only half of the week which he was con demned lo spend In exile on the "front seat." It was none of these inevitable and everlasting trials that go to make up the cynicism of boyhood that was troubling Jack. It was a matter more personal and more, lively in interest Jack was down for an affair of honor at the morning "recess," and there were attendant circumstances which re- dulred pondering about. Jack, iiko tue true soldier, was going to uame wuu a tear in his heart. He parsed the little boys in the school yard without his usual signs ot condescension, and only remembered his position as head of tho fecoud floor in time to perform a few gymnastics on the stairs for the bene fit of one small admirer who nau 101 lowed him inside. He hung up his cap In the cloak-room with a precision vainly sought for by home training, and produced mainly by the induce ment of .some other boy's hat on the highest nail, inviting disturbance. Fi nally, after some little shuffling at the door and a loul "hem" or two to Billy Boyd on the back row, Jack walked in with a careful swagger designed to show his extreme Indifference to his seat near the throne. Before reaching it he had time for a quick survey of the room. Among the apparently unnoted things there was a swift picture of Mirabel Gray's black braids dangling In the aisle, and the head attached to them very near another head, sleek, well combed, and boyii-h both bent together intentiy over a book. For the first time since his challenge of the day before Jack longed for the hour to draw nigh. "Jack's appointment was the out growth of a sentiment, and as such was of interest to the whole community. It was not that the antagonitt-tobe was a new boy. That was a matter that couldn't be helped, and after a few encounters' with Individual boys could be set right. But-when the new ioy came In with such heavy odds on hlo side, with a shield as it were, which protected him from even wordy blows much less a contest to see whose fists were best then, all Cloveiiy Village put on Its thinking cap. The newboy was an orphan. Now, In Cloverly Vil lageperhaps In all the boy-world there is something Of the feeltyig the toys had a superstition abqut orphans. They always thought of the word with a big O, and they.Bpread the news the night of the arrival with ' the same preparations for defence that would have balled the coming of a genulna FIJi-Islahder with all hls;trilal tricks of war. ' The tavage;- Indeed, would have been more acceptable for at leasj one might hit him backus But the;law of the boy world said that a Wllow must endure all 'things) nearly from an orphan. Perhaps the feeling';was due to private Biblcal lectures given the Inheritance of haHnfluenco of man by big -sisters or maiden ct to the Inheritance of , the influence ; of, many, thousand such )ecture8 given by big sisters or maiden aunts to gener ations of boys long gone lectures pooh-poohed at the time of their giving, ; but pondered upon secretly ufterwards, i and handed down to the next genera tion of boys In the form ot a little ! stronger Instinctive- tendency io avci'l layfng bands on an orphan. At any fater the feeling was there, and the boys stood aloof, sparing the rod, but taking out the wickedness of their na tures by tiating the Orphan heartily for misdemeanors and misfortunes alike. Such a hatred Is uncomfortable for the . victim of It, of course, but it (ioesrt't actively Interfere with busine-is. It floetn't take the new boy long to find out his advantage, and the result Is easily seen. What boy stops to ques tion whether his reign comes by the gift of his fellows or by force of arms? Ho simply carries things with a high hand, and If he proves a good ruler anil a good fellow,' after all, he may even come to keep his rule by common con tent. Such things, however, happen rarely. Cloverly Village had been smoulder ing for some time. An orphan is bad enough in being Just that, but when he lias sleek light hair and meek blue eyes and Is kept well brushed and sup plied with apples by the deacon's wife, whom he has come to live with, he adds a drop or two more of bitterness to the boys' cup of dislike. ''And when he shows himself capable of eating one apple with another in his hand lti the midst of a hurgty crowd, and kicks little Johnnie Black for trying to get a bite, it is time to interfere. And when his face comes to be notorious for the many shapes It can assume In con tempt of his subjects, It seems to be necessary to do something to change the expression of that face. When a boy lias all these elements In due pro portions mixed up in him, then Is he an orphan, Indeed. , , Jack in the midst of all this had rath er' Ignored the new boy and had gone on despising lilm In silence the spir it of his fathers being strong within him to keep his hand from against tho tormentor. But on Tuesday after noon a pat ticulsrly unfortunate day for Jack, and the time of his humilia tion by that incidental and temporal authority, the teacher he had chanced to see, by the aid of the little looking glass which enabled him to see Mira bel Gray without looking around, the same fickle damsel accepting with thanks the gift of a new slate-pencil topped with the half of a chunk of candy. The other half had been care fully bitten oft and the rest presented by the hand of the new boy Willie Perkins. That put a new light on things, and a few minutes later he saw the new boy throw a paper ball at the smallest boy In the room Jack's soul rose in righteous Indignation against such tyranny. It should not go on. After some deliberation, in which he reflected bitterly that the teacher's de cree that he must "stay in after school" w-ould prevent a speedy reckoning, he wrote a note saying: m "Will you pleas mete me on the other side of the church tomorrow at recess? 'Yours truly, "JACK GRESHAM. "P. S. It Is a fight." "Choose your weapons" looked well on the paper, but he reflected that some newly imported Ideas of the new comer might made the thing too liter al, and he wanted to use his fists. V.'ith .some difficulty under the teacher's eyes ne started the note on Its. backward course and waited for a reply. There was no formal one, but an astonished nod from the challenged one was satis factory, and In five minutes the news had 'burzed over the room that Jack Gresham was Vgoin' to lick the Or phan." There was some rejoicing aviong the smaller boys, bat the, older and conservative ones were oppressed by secret doubts. Their looks of ad-mli-atlon were genuine, but were tem pered by hopeless shakings of the. h,oat which Implied that there was non qualified sanction of the one who had thus defied. the superstition.,'. .The fliornjng of the .fight Wore' on slowly, and. everybody watched ')he clock. Only to Jpck, however It seamed To tick faster than usual, fid he tried to stay I, by following the coursi of, the Vojig-ttc-Kiang rlveV" as laborlous by as if he w Wed it never to cad Hut the geogrrpby lo3on, likencst liMer estlug things, endeill too soon, ftifd the gong in the hall ndunded for "re cess." ' Everybody filed out and O? boys, more silent than usual at such exc.'ting times, made their way In Ut ile groups to the scene of interest. The fchool yard was large, but, the custom of the pluce beiiiK to let the children range as they liked over the neighbor hood at recefs, the boys, natural!;. enough, chose to make their' Play. ground any place buMn the ilm'i. . the real one. Their favorite piuce In the shadow of an old church son" little distance away, parallel with th schoolhou6e, and easily seen from it windows. In top and marble season the boys played on the side next th schoolhouse. In fouler weather, fhe such amicable sports were not In voii" they took the other side. This rnorli0 ing the crowd went round the church and the girls at the schoolroom win' dows decided luddenly that It would hi nice to take a walk down that way Jack was among the first on the field and, a little heavy-hearted, but out wurdly calm, listened to the advice of his friends and constituents. After t little waiting, around the corner eb. peared the likewise confident, .fjianj face of Willie Perkins. Long lmmun. Ity from danger made the Orphan sten boldly Into the midst of the silent frowning crowd of boys. His very u.' surance seemed to radiate from him Jack, somewhat to his dismay, woelj he turned to say something to Billy Boyd, found that the latter had moved back a little with the other boys. Jack tried hard not to feel deserted and pro pared for fight. The two boys faced each other Jack, dark, sturdy, and a little "chunky" the new boy, taller Blight, pale-faced, and rather agile look! ing. After the fashion' of the times they prepared to begin with a wrestle. "Ye can have yef 'holts,' " said Jack, contemptuously, and the new boy grip.' ped him. A flash of Joy burned up in to Jack. Just as he had expected, his magnaplmlty was to do him no harm He, could manage three or four boys 'like this.. -He felt the strength in hli hands. .The new boy was making soma desperate and annoying wriggles, but they wouldn't last long. Jack swung round leisurely and prepared to land his antagonist on the ground in a way to be proud of. But In the moment in which he waited to take a firmer grip he had suddenly a queer new sen sation. It was of the sljence about hVn. Now, however, though he knew hepai the favorite, yet there was no npiiljfc-se to show for It. The silence was heavy. There was a wall of quiet figures round about. After all, the spirit of the boyj waa against this fight. The moment it took Jack to think all this was the moment for his grip and throw, and ho let It pass. The next moment he threw the new boy rather Weakly to the ground and sat on hlth. In the order of things It was next for Jack to pum mel his victim till he cried for mercy- Jack gave the Orphan one blow Jn the chest and then another. Then b kind of self-consciousness came over him, and to save his life he couldn't strike again. He took a moment to feel this too, forgetting that such a position It not conducive to thought, and that minute all was lost. For a lithe, light figyre wriggled out of his grasp, and the next minute' the tables were turned. The new boy had no.qualms about pum melling, and his clasp was like that of the Old Man of the Sea. Jack didn't cry for mercy, but the boys dragsed the victor off at last. They were unfriend ly as ever to him, but they took care not to be rough. Billy brushed Jack's coat ruefully. "I knowed how it would be, Jack," he murmured in a gloomy eslde. "You can't lick an Orphan." "I tell ye I could have licked him," blazed Jack, pulling away. "If I hadn't let him off." Billy shook his head sad ly. "It's all the same thing," he said. The bell to "take up recess" ranf sharply, and the boys dived toward the schoolhouse. - Jack lingered a minute to complete the brushing, and to pon der sadly upon the cause of his defeat And suddenly round the corner of the church was poked a head with blark braids, and Mirabel's brown eyes flash ed at him. "Ain't you ashamed, Jack Gresham! Ain't you now to whip an orphan!" Jack stared uncertainly. He would fata have posed, as a haughty viclor but he 3;new that she would find the truth out soon enough. Desperately he caught at the last straw, which was the truth. "I didn't lick him, Mira," he said, pleadingly. "I could have, hut I let him llc-k me 'cause -he Js an orphan. I hope to die I did.' In the long moment that followed feminine Inconsistency came totlie top Mlra's expression changed fnfJ proach" to.dlsguet'knd amazement. "You letim lick you!" she said, with growing worn at last "Did he win? Well I never!" She turned away and ran toward the schoolhoufe. Jack followed In a daze. Whichever way be took. It.1t. seemed, the tradi tion of school life had " won, Yo couldn't lick;.- an" orphan. Harper Weekly. ' - ' - Well Intended. ' "'The Humatf '"Monstrosity !' sW a young Jady attending a fair wlih her fiance. "Threepence. "'ouldn'i you like to have a look at tbrtt. Her bert?" ''.''' : V ". .','; . .'No.doar", .answered Herbert, anx ious to bestow a Leal compliiilcnt, "1 am quite content to look at ycu. Tit-Bits. Audible Silence. Professor (severely) Gentlemen, must Insist ou silence In this root." while I am speaking Harvard l a" j-oon.