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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
And Laban had two daughters: The
name of the elder was Leah, and the name
of the younger was Rachel. Leah was ten- j
der-eyed, but Rachel was beautiful and.;
well-favoured. And Jacob loved Rachel,
and said, “I will serve thee seven years
for Rachel, thy younger daughter.” And
Laban said, “It is better that I give her to
thee than that I should give her to another
man; abide with me.” And Jacob served
seven years for Rachel; and they seemed
unto him but a few days for the love
he had to her.—Genesis 29:16-20.
County Health Needs
iHE growth of a great and beneficent
idea is witnessed by the fact that at I
the beginning of the current year
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there were two hundred and thirty counties,!
in twenty-eight states, maintaining full-time
public health agencies. A decade’ ago, only
the most enterpriseful communities had such
service. A decade hence, we venture to
say, only the most backward will be with
out it.
The number adopting it increases each
g year, reports the International Health Board,
I
and adds: “Few counties which have given
the system a trial fail to continue it and to
expand the unit to meet the more obvious
needs of the people.” Significantly enough,
when a public health service is established,
many needs come to light whic' before were
unsuspected, or at least unappraised. Towns
and counties having no such facilities and
safeguards do not realize their wants or
their opportunities, and ofttimes do not
dream of their dangers. Their water supply
may be contaminated, but they have to wait
for an epidemic of typhoid to disclose the
fact. Their school children may be in peril
of a deadly scourge of diphtheria or scarlet
fever; but, lacking medical inspection and
kindred precautions, they receive no timely
warning. Scores or hundreds of persons
within their bounds may die without medical
attention or without any intelligent effort to
save their lives; but there is scant likelihood
of the situation's being remedied while the
community mind and conscience remain in
different to public health problems. When,
however, a county takes the. initial step in
this wise service, almost immediately it be
gins to appreciate the vital importance and
> the far-reaching value of the work, and rare
ly fails to go steadily forward with Its ex-
i pansion.
What is Georgia doing in county health
activities? At the beginning of the year
eleven per cent of her counties had full-time
organizations, as compared with twenty-one
per cent in South Carolina, twenty-seven per
> cent in New Mexico, thirty-one per cent in
North Carolina, thirty-two per cent in Ala-
I
bama, and forty-eight per cent in Ohio. Is
it not time for Georgia to do better?
Franco-German Co-ofaerat'wn
. IVERS should not be regarded as cut
ting countries off from one another,
but rather as affording them means of
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communication. So, years ago, argued Hogel
in his “Philosophy of History,” and now, as
some observers believe, his idea is to be dem
onstrated on the Rhine. •
What would have appeared more improb
able, Ind**! more impossible, six Novembers
ago than a rapprochement between Germany
and France? True, there were lovers of
paradox and dreamers of dreams who pre
dicted as much; but they were never taken
seriously by the rank and file. That those
who had watched each other distrustfully
'or fifty years and for four had been locked
in the deadliest of wars, should become co
workers within the life of this generation
seemed then absurd. They would patch up
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an agreement for the sake of necessary busi-’
ness and would get along after a fashion; but
fundamentally the Rhine would be more
than ever a barrier between them. They
would keep apart, or they would come to
blows.
But now mark the words of a patriotic
French publicist, M. Edouard Helsey. Writ
ing in the Paris Journal he says: “One night,
in February, 1919, in a train with broken
windows, between Berlin and Frankfort, a
German whose eloquence was not paralyzed
by the icy wind, said to me: ‘There is but
one alternative between France and Germany
—perpetual war or close co-operation. Our
two countries will only stop destroying each
other when thej r are harnessed to the same
cart.’ It is true that France and Germany
do complete each other, that the Ruhr coal
and the Lorraine minerals are meant to
work together. It is true that the Rhine
might as well be a means of uniting as of
separating us. . . . But until now Germa
ny was not willing.’’
Such remarks from such a quarter would
in themselves be significant. But develop
ments have passed beyond the stage of
words. One instance will suffice to show the
trend and to suggest tile possibilities. The
potash mines of Alsace, which have been
French since the treaty of Versailles, and the
potash mines of Germany might be expected
to compete for foreign business. But do
they? “By joining forces,” runs a news let
ter of the day, “the Alsatian and the Ger
man potash owners can make their own
terms. So, the rival producers have effected
an agreement to divide the American market
between them.”
Is it to be wondered, in light of such
an incident,-“•that talk of commercial com
pacts across the Rhine continues to be
heard? What politicians say is not so im
portant at this juncture as what industrial
ists think. And, evidently, they are think
ing hard.
QUIZ
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get the answer to any question puzzling
him by writing to The Atlanta Journal
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ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. What is the greatest number of in
nings played in one game of baseball, with- i
out either team scoring? T. S.
A. The performance of the Washington
and .Detroit teams, July 16, 1909, when
they played eighteen innings without either
side scoring is the record of the major
leagues.
Q. Where are coral islands found?
C. E. D.
A. Coral islands formed from petrified
skeletons of coral polyps are numerous in
the warmer portions of the Pacific and In
dian oceans, where the growth of coral goes
on with great rapidity. These islands also
occur to a lesser extent in the Gulf of
Mexico and along the Atlantic shore of the
West Indies.
Q. Does the Leviathan hold the record
for time in crossing the Atlantic? S. W.
A. The Atlantic record time of the U. S.
S. Leviathan from New York to Cherbourg
is 5 days, 8 hours and 38 minutes. The
Mauretania holds the record as the fastest
ship on the Atlantic route. It has made the
trip in 5 days, 1 hour and 49 minutes.
Q. Has the much discussed “finger sur
gery” met with any success?
A. Yes. Dr. Curtis Muncie, of New York,
has met with success in treating a deaf pa
tient by finger surgery.
Q. Has the mummy of King Tut been
taken from its tomb? W. B.
A. The body of King Tutankhamen has
not been removed from its tomb. At the
present time the subject is not under dis
cussion. Shortly before the tomb was sealed
it. was announced that the body of the king
would not be placed on exhibition in Cairo
as rumor had said would be done.
Q. How are senate pages appointed? H
B. B.
A. The pages of the United States are
appointed by the sergeant-at-arms through
the individual congressmen and senators.
There are only twenty-one pages appointed
and they must be between twelve and sixteen
years. They receive $3.30 per day for the
■time they are employed; that is, when con
gress is in session.
Q. Os what are the strings of musical- in
struments made? G. T.
A. Formerly strings were made of catgut,
but modern strings are made from the in
testines of sheep, or from wire, either plain
or covered. Gut strings are still used, how
ever, for such instruments as banjos, ’ harps
and mandolins.
Q. Are any of Tolstoi's faniilv still living’
i D. C. A.
A. A Russian paper at Prague stated that
his children are still living in Russia, for the
most part in great poverty. The Tolstoi
estate at Jassmaya Poljana has been nation
alized and is to be made a center of Soviet
culture under the. Department of Education
and the central museum.
Q. Have women ever invented anvthing’
R. C. B. ‘
A. The Patent Office records show over
5,000 patents granted to women.
Q. What is our duty on diamonds? W
K. T.
A. Upon loose stones the United States
duty is 20 per cent and upon stones set in
gold or platinum the rate is SO per cent of
the original price abroad.
Q. What is the oldest church in. Rome’
! Ct : c -
i A. The church said to be the oldest in
Rome is Santa Pudenziana.
Q. Is it known where Vergil was when
.'he wrote the Georgies? T. R. J.
j A. Vergil wrote the Georgies while living
i at Naples.
Q. How does Mars compare with the earth
in size? How does its area compare with
j that of the United States? A. N.
A. Ihe Naval Observatory says the super-
I ficial area of the planet Mars is about IS 1 -,
I times that of continental United States, not
including Alaska. The mean, diameter of
Mars is about 4.200 miles. The diameter of
| the earth is nearly twice that of Mars, its
■ volume is -5 2-3 times and its mass 9 times.
' Q. Is a tunnel under tne English channel
' being constructed at the present time 0 P
I T. B.
A. The projec thas been postponed due to
opposition of the British war ministry. who
consider it a danger to Great Britain in case
i of hostilities.
THE SEA HAWK
BY RAFAEL SABATINI
(Published by Arrangement. With First. National Pictures,
Ine. Copyrighted by Houghton-Mifflin Company.)
CHAPTERXI
Homeward Bound
N the cabin of the captured Spaniard
Jasper Leigh found himself that evening
face to face with Sakr-el-Bahr, haled
I
thither by the corsair’s gigantic Nubians.
Sakr-el-Bahr had not yet pronounced bis
intentions concerning the piratical little skip
per, and Master Leigh, full conscious that
he was a villain, feared the worst and had
spent some miserable hours in the forecastle
awaiting a doom which he accounted fore
gone.
“Our positions have changed, Master
Leigh, since last we talked in a ship’s cab
in,” was the renegade’s inscrutable greet
ing.
“Indeed,” Master Leigh agreed. “But I
hope ye’ll remember that on that occasion 1
was your friend.”
“At a price,” Sakr-el-Bahr reminded him.
“And at a price you may find me your
friend today.”
The rascally skipper’s heart leaped with
hope.
“Name it, Sir Oliver,” he answered eager
ly. “And so that it lies within my wretched
power I swear I’ll never boggle at it. I’ve
had enough of slavery,” he ran on in a
plaintive whine. “Five years of it, and four
of them spent aboard the galleys of Spain,
and no day in all of them but that I prayed
for death. Did you but know what I ha’
suffered.”
“Never was suffering more merited, never
punishment more fitting, never justice more
poetic,” said Sakr-el-Bahr in a voice that
made the skipper’s blood run cold. “You
would have sold me, a man who did you no
hurt, indeed, a man who once befriended
you—you would have sold me into slavery
for a matter of two (hundred pounds—”
“Nay, nay,” cried the other fearfully, “as
God’s my witness ’twas never part of my in
tent. Ye’ll never ha’ forgot the words I
spoke to you, the offer that I made to carry
you back home again.”
“Aye, at a price, ’tis true,” Sakr-el-Bahr
repeated. “And it is fortunate for you that
you are today in a position to pay a price
that should postpone your dirty neck’s ac
quaintance with a rope. I need a naviga
tor,” he added in explanation, “and what
five years ago you would have done for two
hundred pounds you shall do today for your
life. How say you, will you navigate this
ship for me?”
“Sir,” cried Jasper Leigh, who could scarce
believe that this was all that was required
of him, “I'll sail it to hell at your bid
ding.”
“I am not for Spain this Voyage.” answer
ed Sakr-el-Bahr. “You shall sail me pre
cisely as you would have done five years
ago, back to the mouth of the Fal and set
me ashore there. Is that agreed?”
“Aye, and gladly,” replied Master Leigh
without a second’s pause.
“The conditions are that you shall have
your life and your liberty,” Sakr-el-Bahr ex
plained. “But do not suppose that arrived
in England you are to be permitted to de
part. You must sail us bad: again, though
once you have done that I shall fin’d away
to send you home if you so desire it, and
perhaps there will be some measure of re
ward for you if you serve me faithfully
throughout.' Follow the habits of 1 lifetime
by playing me false and there’s an end to
you. You shall have for constant bo'\ ird
these two lilies of the desert,” and he point
ed to the colossal Nubians whj stood there
invisible almost in the shadow but for the
flash of teeth and eyeballs.
“They shall watch over you and see that
no harm befalls you so long as you are hon
est with me, and they shall stran you at
the first sign of treacliory. You may go.
You have the freedom of* the ship, bu. you
are not to leave it here or elsewhere save
at my express command.”
Jasper Leigh stumbled out, counting him
self fortunate beyond his expectations or de
serts, and the Nubians followed him and
hung behind him ever after like some vast
twin shadow.
To Sakr-el-Behr entered now Biskaine
with the report of the prize captured. Be
yond the prisoners, however, and the actual
ve~sel, which had suffered nothing in the
fight, the cargo was of no account. Outward
bound as she was it was not to be expected
that any treasures would be discovered in
her hold. They found great store of arma
ments and powder and a little money; but.
naught else that was worthy of the corsairs’
atten t ion.
Sakr-el-Bahr briefly issued his surprising
orders.
“Thou’lt set the captives aboard one of the
galleys, Biskaine, and thyself convey them to
Algiers, there to be sold. All else thou’lt
leave aboard here, and two hundred picked
corsairs to go on a voyage with me overseas,
men that will act at once as marines and
fighters.”
“Art thou, then, not returning to Algiers,
O Sakr-el-Bahr?”
“Not yet. lam for a longer voyage. Con
vey my service to Asad-ed-Din, whom Allah
guard and cherish, and tell “him to look for
me in some six weeks’ time.”
This sudden resolve of Oliver-Reis created
no little excitement aboard the galleys. The
corsairs knew nothing of navigation upon
the open seas, none of them had ever been
beyond the Mediterranean, few of them in
deed had ever voyaged as far west as Cape
Spartel, and it is doubtful if they would
have followed any other leader into the
perils of the open Atlantic. But Sakr-el-
Bahr, the child of Fortune, the protected of
Allah, had never yet led them to aught but
victory, and he had but to call them to
heel and they would troop after him -whith
ersoever he should think well to go.. So now
. there was little trouble in finding the two
hundred he desired for his fighting crew.
Rather was the difficulty to keep the num
ber of those eager for the adventure within
the bounds he had indicated.
You are not to suppose that in all this
Sir Oliver was acting upon any preconcerted
plan. Whilst he had laid on the heights
watching the fine ship beating up against
the wind it had come to him that with such
a vessel under him it were a fond adventure
to sail to England, to descend upon that
Cornish coast abruptly as a thunderbolt, and
present/ the reckoning to his craven dastard
of a brother. He had toyed with the fancy,
dreamily almost, as men build their castles
in Spain. Then in the heat of conflict it had
i entirely escaped his mind, to return in the
shape of a resolve when he came to find
I himself face to face with Jasper Leigh.
The skipper and the ship conjointly pro
vided him with all the means to realize
i that dream he had dreamed. There was
• none to oppose his will, no reason not to in
j dulge his cruel fancy. Perhaps, too, he
i might see Rosamund again, might compel
| her to hear the truth from him. And there
was Sir John Killigrew. He had never been
: able to determine whether Sir John had been
his friend or his foe in the past; but since it
was Sir John who had been instrumental in
setting up Lionel in Sir Oliver’s place—by
\ inducing the courts to presume Sir Oliver’s
death on the score that being a renegade he
must be accounted dead at law—-and since it
was Sir John who was contriving this wed
ding between Lionel and Rosamund, why.
I Sir John. too. should be paid a visit and
■ should be informed of the precise nature of
the thing he did.
With the forces at his disposal in those
days of his absolute lordship of life and
death along the African littoral, tn conceive
I was with Oliv?r-Reis no more than the pre-
THE MOST TRAGIC IGNORANCE
HOMAS CARLYLE said, “This I call
tragedy, that any human soul should
have capacity for knowledge and not
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know.”
Truly that is tragedy) Ignorance of any
good thing is a sad misfortune.
It is as if one had the power of sight,
and should be imprisoned in perpetual dark
ness. Or, as if one had hearing, and were
forced to dwell in endless silence unbroken
by the sound of human voices in speech or
song. In such a state, eyes and ears would
be pained by the fact of their own futile
and ineffectual existence.
But all forms of knowledge are not equal
ly valuable and all forms of ignorance are
not equally tragic.
The knowledge of the higher mathematics
is quite important and desirable; but % one
may be destitute of it without suffering
deep distress or falling short of happiness
or usefulness in life.
Acquaintance with poetry yields delight
to the mind; but failing to know the epic
lines of Homer and Virgil and Milton,, or
the lyric compositions of Tennyson and
Burns and Lanier does not impose insupera
ble obstacles to well-being. Most people
have no knowledge of these high things.
The blind, without knowledge of light and
the colors, are often happy, and the deaf,
who hear not the melody and harmony of
music, are not thereby deprived of all joy
and blessedness.
But there is a knowledge which is in
dispensable to the human soul, and there is
an ignorance which is unspeakably disas
trous.
The knowledge of persons, especially of
persons near and dear to us, is necessary to
happiness, and ignorance of them brings
keenest grief. Herein is found the pathetic
sorrow of orphans who have never known
the parents who gave them birth. Such
lack of knowledge, such ignorance of the
most tender of human relations is nothing
less than desolation of soul.
And yet there is a deeper desolation, and
that desolation is found in ignorance of
“God, the Father Almighty.” This is the
most sorrowful form of orphanage and the
most tragic type of ignorance.
No soul is utterly desolate who can grasp
and appropriate in personal experience the
blessed truth poured forth by the Hebrew
psalmist as he sang out of his own solaced
spirit, “When my father and my mother
forsake me, then the Lord -will take me up.”
(Psalms XXVH:IO.) In all the literatures
of earth we will look in vain to find a more
confident confession qf faith or a more
beautiful expression of hope.
In contrast with such filial knowledge of
God is dark ignorance of our Father in
heaven. Such ignorance is the source of
deepest despair; for to be “without God in
the world” is to have “no hope” in the
heart. (Ephesians 11:12.) Atheism secretes
pessimism and godlessness spreads unlifting
clouds over life.
The knowledge pf God is of the very es
sence of spiritual life. So Jesus taught
when praying to the Father, on behalf of
His disciples, he said, “And this is life eter
nal, that they might know Yhee, the only
true God and Jesus Christ, Whom Thou
hast sent.” (John XVII: 3.) Ignorance of
the true God is the absence of true life in
the human soul. “Sin bringeth forth death”
(James 1:15). And because of' sin “the
whole world lieth in darkness.”
The deepest darkness in a world of sin
can be dispelled by nothing less than a
work of salvation wrought by a divine Re
deemer. To lift the gloom resting upon our
benighted race of sinners “the Sun of
righteousness must arise with healing in*
his wings” (Malachi IV:2). By a Redeemer
from the guilt and pollution of sin the
scales, which render us blind to God, must
THE DEMOCRATIC IDEAL ■
By H. Addington Bruce
, 0 an Englishman, Albert Mansbridge,
we are indebted for this admirable
statement of the democratic ideal:
T
“Democracy is a state of society in which
every individual not only has the opportunity
to make the best of his or her own individual
gifts, but actually takes advantage of the op- ;
portunity.”
If it cannot be convincingly allged that |
in any land these two great implications of
democracy are as yet anywhere iar realiza-;
tion, at least it is true that in many lands '
today there is discernible, more plainly than
ever before, the impulse to their realization.
One has only to read news dispatches and
newspaper articles to appreciate this.
Almost everywhere among civilized peoples !
there is a growing impatience with condi-1
tions adverse to a genuine and complete de- I
mocracy. Heavy blows are being st ack :
against everything which militates against
equality of opportunity for self-development '
—as witness, for example, the campaign to
abolish commercialized child labor. At the
same time the possibilities and purposes of •
self-development itseli are under close
scrutiny.
More and more clearly it is perceived that
the democratic ideal demands a self-develop
ment that has other than wholly material
and selfish ends in view. Merely to amuse (
onself, merely to earn a living or perchance
give oneself feverishly to an amassing of
wealth, is recognized to be incompatible with ;
democracy.
If the sordid spectacle of materialistic self
seeking is still to be widely witnessed, there :
is evident a growing interest in things of the
mind and of the spirit. The young men and
women of all nations are seeking in ever
greater numbers the boon of higher educa
tion, and by one means or ano f r older men
and women strive after the sanu boon.
Nothing is more impressive, nothing
more hopeful, than the spread f the so-call
ed adult education movement. To study, to
reflect, to discuss cultural as well as occupa
tional subjects is now the leisure avocation
of multitudes, who discover, to their great i
joy, that intellectual growth is possible at {
any age and brings with it rich rewards.
And beneath the adult education move
ment—motivating it, in fact—is a steadily
rising sense of social responsibility.
Herein, too, we have another tremendous- ;
ly hopeful sign. There is ample proof that
co-operation, effort by each for the good of
all, is more abundantly felt to be a prime
human necessity. With increasing co-opera
tion the .ultimate vindication of democracy
will draw closer and closer.
(Copyright, 192 Al-
lude to execution. The habit of swift realiza
tion of his every wish had grown with him,
and that habit guided now his course.
He made his preparations quickly, and on
the morrow the Spanish carack—lately label
ed Nuestra Senora de las Llagas, but with
that label carefully effaced from her qua'rter
—trimmed her sails and stood out for the
open Atlantic, navigated by Captain Jasper
Leigh. The three galleys under the com
mand of Biskaine-el-Borak crept slowly east
ward and homeward to Algiers, hugging the
coast, as was the corsair habit.
The wind favored Oliver so well that with
in ten days of rounding Cape St. Vincent
he had his first glimpse of the Lizard.
Continued Saturday. Renew your '’ip
tion now to axoitl missing a chapter of this
, story. (
T-. 4v, NOVEMBER 20, 1924
OLD-TIME RELIGION
BY BISHOP IV. A. CANDLER
be stricken from our eyes that we may be
hold the face of our heavenly Father; for
the pure in heart only can see him. (Mat
thew V: 8.)
Religion, therefore, is a personal revela
tion rather than a discovery reached through
a process of protracted and painful investi
gation; it is not a science, but a salvation.
We can not “by searching find out God”
(Job XI:8). The whole history of the vain
effort of mankind to acquire the knowledge
of God by the .maided natural faculties of
the human mind is condensed by St. Paul
in the brief, but absolutely correct, declara
tion, “the world by wisdom knew not God”
(Corinthians 1:21).
Although “the heavens declare the glory
of God, and the firmament sheweth His
handiwork” (Psalms XIX:1); and notwith
standing “the invisible things of Him from
the creation of the world are clearly seen,
being understood by the things that' are
made, even his eternal power and Godhead”
(Romans 1:20), fallen men can not from
nature derive the knowledge of all the at
tributes and perfections of the divine char
acter.
Nature, with its inflexible laws and unfor
giving principles, confronts man with a
stern face and unrelenting features, in not
one line of which is found a suggestion of
pardoning love. In. Christ alone is revealed
the heart of God in its redeeming character
istics. “For God, who commanded the light
to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our
hearts, to give the light of the knowledge
of the glory of God in the face of Jesus
Christ.” (II Corinthians IV: 6.)
The incarnation illumines the divine na
ture of human sight, and the personal ex
perience of redeeming grace corrects our ig
norance of God as nothing else can.
Within those lands in which dwell the
people who have knowledge of the Christ is
prevalent the most profound sense of God
felt among men. Where the Christ has not
been proclaimed and known all sorts of
purulent polytheisms are found, and men
stumble in the deepest darkness, even Egyp
tian darkness that can be felt.
In Christian lands the men and women
who have turned away from Christ have be
come confused in their thinking about God
and inexpressibly/melancholy in spirit. Their
writings are pervaded with the saddest
thoughts. How sorrow-laden is the cry of
W. K. Clifford, “The Great Companion is
dead!” To his doubting soul Christ has
passed away and with his passing God him
self has died!
Our perplexed and bewildered generation
cannot escape from its tragic and heart
breaking ignorance of God except by return
ing to Christ, who is “the way, the truth,
and the life.” Well, may it say with St.
Peter to the Master, “Lord, to whom shall
we Go? thou hast the words of eternal
life” (John VI: 68).
Apart from the Christ we shall remain
ignorant of the eternal Father, and the
tragedy of our ignorance will grow more
dreadful daily.
Knowledge of history, knowledge of the
languages of all mankind, knowledge of all
the sciences and all the arts cannot offset
our ignorance of God —the most tragic of all
possible ignorance.
Whatever unknown events and unexpected
conditions which the future may hold for
the human race, it can never get along with
out Christ or outgrow the need of Him.
“Ah no, life of the heart,
Never shalt thou depart!
Not till the heaven of God
Shall lighten each human clod;
Not till the world shall climb
To thy height serene, sublime,
Shall the Christ who enters our door
Pass to return no more.”
Try Christianity and Democracy
By Dr. Frank Crane
, HERE are all- sorts of schemes proposed
as remedies for social wrongs. Os these
wrongs there are plenty. For instance,
T
the social evil, the drink evil, the trust evil,
the evils of poverty, child labor, race preju
dice, evils of this and of that. Now and
again some new program is announced, such
as socialism, philosophical anarchy (a term
used to distinguish altruistic from criminal
ararchy), single tax, progressivism, and so
forth.
Why not try democracy and Christianity?
For what we need to keep in mind is that
we have not tried Christianity and found it
wanting and discarded it, but WE HAVE
NEVER TRIED IT AT ALL.
We have studied it, have looked hard at
it, and have given it up as impossible. The
thing to be remembered is that there never
has been a country upon earth where the
people have intelligently set about to act to
ward one another and toward the other
countries according to the simple principles
of Jesus.
The theories of Jesus are plain as a pike
staff. They imply an absolute reliance upon
the cosmic forces of goodness and an abso
lute refusal to attempt to aid these forces by
any other force, physical or moral. No com
munity or organization ever dare t d do that.
Men have always believed that the forces of
evil were too strong, and that unless resisted
by rules, arms and policemen they would de
stroy society.
I do not say men are not right, nor that
Jesus was not mistaken; all I say.is we have
no right to claim that Christianity has been
given a trial when we have never once made
a common-sense effort to put it into effect.
The same is true of democracy. There
never has been a democracy, though they
called it so; it was feudalism with a ballot.
Democracy is not universal voting. That
is but a minor fragment. Democracy implies
simply one thing—absolute equality of op
portunity for every human being. Until you
TRY this what business have you in calling
democracy a failure?
And do you call it a democracy where
the law is an mesh of medieval
privileges: where the “right” of inheritance
damns one baby to the slums and entitles
another to the possession of a million dol
lars; where the production and distribution
of the earth's goods is controlled by irre
sponsible strong men or companies; where
organized bands of interested politicians
manipulate elections, fill offices and dispose
of public patronage while the great body of
citizens, being entirely unorganized, look on.
helpless and bewildered; where children are
put in schools that are little monarchies to
train them for self-government in adulthood;
where the workingmen cannot hope to get
their rights simply by virtue of being human
creatures, but must organize into a pugna
cious union and get what they want only by
private war; and where the whole foot pop
ulace are breaking their necks to get some
kind of PRIVILEGE over their neighbors,
the women to get into the exclusive set, the
men to get into some organization where
they can have the power and prestige, not
by earning them, but by “belonging” to
something.
I do not say that democracy will work,
that it is not Utopian, wild-eyed, and revo
lutionary, also that it would not plunge
us into anarchy and ruin; but I do say that
you are a trifle previous when you assert
that democraev is placed out. IT HAS
NEVER BEEN TRIED.
.Mark Twain told the interviewer that the
The Second Strong
' BY HAZEL DEYD BACHELOR
What, has gone before— Matthew Strong
marries his stenographer, Julip Benton, and
when he brings her home after the honey
moon his daughter Claudia docs everything
in her power to make things unpleasant. It
isn’t long before Matthew feels that he has
made a mistake and this feeling is intensi
fied by the knowledge that he might hav«
married Margaret Davenport, a woman in
his own class. Bradford Pierce, a friend of
Matthew’s, is kind to Julie, and later falls
in love with her. Claudia poisons her
father’s mind against Julie, and then falls
desperately in love with Harris Fiske, a
married man. In the* meantime Matthew
believes that Julie is in love with Brad
ford.——Now go on with the story.
CHAPTER XLI
The Latch Key
VERY soon after dinner Matthew left
the house. He felt restless, and ha,
knew that if he remained at home he
would sooner or later seek out Julie and
tell her that he knew the situation existing
between Bradford and herself. He did not
want to do this —yet. He wanted time to
think things over, to plan, and tonight ha
felt strangely restless, entirely unlike him
self. Matthew was the type of man who (
hated lack of system. He wanted his life
well ordered, regulated, and he attributed
his restlessness to the trouble that loomed
ahead and not to any personal feeling he
might have at the thought of losing Julie.
Julie heard him go, and a sick little feel
ing of depression settled around her heart.
He had not even taken the trouble to tell
her where he was going, nor to say good
by. Actually she was nothing in his
life, and yet she loved him, and she had
tried so hard to make herself into the kind
of woman he wanted.
Slowly and surely during the last two
months, Julie had been making a place for
herself in Brompton Manor. Gradually peo
ple had taken her up; she was being in
vited here and there, although she had not
as yet been asked to the Marriott’s to make
a fourth at bridge. She had accepted tenta
tivelyv as she accepted all her invitations,
but now the thought of being alone all eve
ning was more than she could bear, and
she decided to go. She was just about to
use the library telephone, when she heard
the front door open and close. Her heart
leaped up in her throat. Could that be
Matthew returning so soon? It must he
Matthew. No one else possessed a key to
the front door since Matthew had taken
Claudia’s away.
Soft footsteps sounded in the hall, and
then some one began the ascent of the
stairs. In a moment Julie was at the door
of the library.
“Is that you, Matthew?”
A silence, and then Claudia’s voice speak
ing.
“It’s I, Julie.”
There was something strange about the
girl’s voice, something breathless and sur
prised, and the usual insolence was missing
from it. Acting on impulse, Julie, went up
the stairs to her stepdaughter.
On the. upper landing they faced each
other.
“I thought you were spending the week
end with the Rivingtoms, Claudia.”
“I was, but the party bored me, and I
decided not to stay.” The girl’s eyes were
very bright and her cheeks were flushed.
Again Julie noticed that breathless sound- in
her voice, as though she were speaking un
der stress, and again, acting on impulse,
Julie put out her arm and touched Claudia’s
arm.
“Claudia, is anything wrong? Can I help
you?”
Instantly Claudia -drew back. “Don’t be
absurd, Julie, what could be wrong?”
“I don’t know, but somehow of late I’ve
felt that you weren’t happy. I thought per
haps I could help you if you were troubled
about anything.”
“How could you help me?”, Claudia’s
emphasis on the two pronouns was .unmis
takable, but Julie did not flinch. Claudia
could not hurt her as she had in the past.
“I suppose it’s natural that you should
feel that way, and I know there’s not a
great deal of difference between our ages.
’But I happen to he here and it does help to
tell some one else about a trouble of any
kind.”
“You’re mistaken. I have no trouble. But
it’s decent of you to he interested: that is,
unless you’re merely curious.”
“You don’t trust me at all; do you,
Claudia?”
“I don’t trust any one, when it comes to
that,” the girl returned sharply. Then she
picked up her small traveling bag, and went
down the corridor to her room.
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Ry Irving S. Cobb
tHE local pastor of the colored Meth
odist church was entertaining at din-
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ner the principal dignitaries of the an
nual conference.
Most of the guests w r ere large men, portly,
dignified, widosprcading men. Two of them
were bishops and they were the largest of
all. Wedged in between them where they
sat at the table was a small skinny presiding
elder. His form was almost entirely hidden
behind the hulks of his vast neighbors on
the right and on the left.
The host did the honors of Hospitality
with a lavish hand. Certainly it was not his
desire to overlook anyone. With a bountiful
hand he served and passed the plates. A
cheerful clatter of knives and forks arose,
mingled with the smacking of sundry pairs
of eloquent lips.
Presently the time came for replenish
ment. t
“Bishop Walters,” inquired the local pas
tor, “would you keer fur another bite of th®
chicken?”
Bishop Walters would. So, it proved, would
Bishop Jones. All at oi\pe the host was
aware of Presiding Elder Thompson, in al
most total eclipse behind the chief guests.
“Ah, Elder,” said the minister, in his
best pulpit manner, “will you likewise have
mo’ of the chicken?”
“‘Mol’ ‘Mo!’” shouted the indignant eM
er; “Huh! I ain’t had ‘some’ yit.”
(Copyright, 1-92 4.)
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS
Although a man may feel his oats he may
not have horse sense.
The oftener you look back the faster yott
don’t go.
Marriage kn’t a failure any oftener than
single blessedness is.
In a swell case there’s many a tip twlxt
the cup and the lip.
report of his death was “slightly exagger
ated.”
The like may bo aid of the statement that
democracy and Christianity have been tested
and found wanting. And can you blame
some of us for not wishing to experiment
with some new ism while we feel that the
old plans would do if wo would apply them?
(Copyright, 1924.)