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GREATEST STORY OF ITS
THE TUNNEL KIND SINCE JULES VERNE
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TO-DAV ’S INSTALLMEXT
“Is it?” roto Allan, grim’v.
“Well, you tell tht m that they’ll go to
work In throe days or clear out
here. See if that get ’em!”
Opposition.
This ultimatum did not have ex
actly the effect that Allan had hoped.
The immediate result was a series jf
monster mass meetings on the great
dumping plain by the sea. where
sp akers addressed crowds of from
fifty to a hundr J thousand from \
score of wagons and in a score f
tongues This gave Ai.an an iue...
He cynic..llv bribed half a dozen >!
the influential leaders and sent them
out to make speeches a’so.
These las; worked conscieutloucly—
the word is used wit ' ju‘ ironv—to
earn their money. They pointed out
the magni'cent hospitals where ths
Inlured were cared for free o'' charge
while their pay went on just as if
they were working their eight hours
dailv under the sea.
They jade the workmen cons'der
the’r sanitary dwellings where they
lived rent free and comrare their lot
with that of other workmen. They
dwelt on the fact that up until this
unforeseeable disaster few men had
been killed in comparison with other
industries where the work was sup
posed to be much saf**-
And finallv, " r nhe winter is coming
on,” they cried. "Here it is October
and if we do not go back to work
here, where will we work? Two hun
dred thousand men will be suddenly
dumped Into the market for labor.
We will have to take jobs away from
other men at lower wages. We will
get less pav and worse treatment.
How many of you can earn In eight
hours anywhere else?”
For a time these arguments seemed
to be making headway, but only for
a short time. The opposing orators
were silenced. Their slogan was that
"mile and a half of coffins” that had
come out of the tunnel Their vocal
chords, too, were strengthened with
a golden tonic. The Shipping Trust,
not daring to fight In tl)e open,
spared no money or effort to cripple
the tunnel enterprise in the dark.
“They tell you tb^it onlv five thou
sand men have been killed since the
tunnel work began vears ago,”
shouted one. “Yes’, but what of the
twenty thousand that break down
every year and are turned adrift in
the streets or die in the poorhouses!
No man cAn stand this hellish work!
It is better, my friends, to get less
pav and live to a decent old age.”
Allan Speaks.
Allan himself was indefatigable. H*-
worked with a feverish energy as <f
he felt that only by overworking his
mind and body could he shut out the
voice of Grief—the thought of th«
ashes of his wife and child in the
New York vault and Rives in the hos
pital. And as he worked and fought
slowly there came back to him the
old belief in himself and in h's
m’ghty project. And one afternoon
he went out to address the strikers
hirmelf.
For twenty-four hours the even?
had been advertised and the grea*
level plain was packed with thou
sands and thousands. Allan, mounted
upon the seat of an auto-truck, spoke
through a megaphone and his words
were repeated bv other speakers with
megaphones sto that all could hear.
When the big truck slowlv pushed
its way through to the appointed spot.
Al an on the seat with the driver. i>
w s received : n dead sPence. He did
not yet realize what the American
who had spoken in the conference un
derstood perfectly—that argument*
could rot poss'.bly be of any avail, for
the ears of the workmen were shut
with terror—a deep griop’ng horror
of a death bv fire and smoke shock in
that rathole under the waters’. But
they heard him in silence.
He talked for an hour and brought
un every power of simple reasonin'/
he could summon, and as he neared
the end it senned for a time that the
delegate of the conference was wrong,
for he could feel that he was winning
them.
“It is true that this work has killed
several thousand men," he shouted.
“You know me—everyone of you
knows me. You know that I have
been fair and generous—and you
know how terribly this disaster has
struck at me. But, work, my friends,
is killing hundreds of men every dav
In every quarter of the world. Work
is killing ten men an hour in New
York City to-day—but no one in New
York thinks of quitting work on that
acount. The sea kills twenty thous
and human being a year but no one
quits the sea on that account; the
work on the sea goes on just the
same.
"You have lost friends, relatives, in
this acident. So have T. but I shall
not quit because of that. You have
been told that you are working for a
s v ndloa f e—to make a few rich men
richer—but 1 tell you. my friends,
that m little handful of capitalists
can ever own th J s tunnel. These m^n
are wot king for you. When this tun
nel is finish* d the people of the old
and new worlds will own it That is
as certain as the sunrise. It will b -
come yours as naturally and surelv
as the air you breathe No handful
cf m°n can hold you back from that.
Terror Buies.
“You are told that T am work’ng
because it is making »n? rich Thai
is not true. I was rich enough for
one man before the fir spade was
driv n into the gm t,r, d where we
stand. We who are building thU
timret—vou and I—are building fo
our children and our children’s chtl-
«■* n. Evei nan who gives up i?ts l*fc
for c work Is a saint in th*' reli
gion » f labor, which is the r ligion of
— t : me
•«\ r .r who turns back now is
a onward ond cowards are not need
ed here. 'Snt I rn p r n von as brave
men m°n u ho are big enough aw*
brave enough to work for a big and
brave thing, ’o epm back with me
and wwoer the earth.’’
H* 3 ceased .and lowered the mega
phone to show, that be had finished
There was an ins'ant’s silence and
then a rippling, ragged cheer that
swelled loud r and louder and sud
denly stopped .as if a hand had b £ en
pressed against every, mouth. It was
the hand of terror the terror they
had for a few moments forgotten.
That night there was another big
meeting and the next day the*leador.s
told Allan that the men would no*
return to work He gave orders that
all strikers should vacate theli
houses within forty-eight hours.
WHAT HAS CONE BEFORE
The story opens with Rives, who s in charge of the technical work
ings of the great tunnel from Amer.ea to Germany, on one of the tunnel
trains, with Eaermann, an engineer, In charge of Main Station No. 4. They
are traveling at the rate of 118 miles an hour. Rives Is in love with
Maude Allan, wife of Mackendrick Allan, whose mind first conceived the
great tunnel scheme. After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean
Rives gets out of the train. Suddenly the tunnel seems to burst There
is a frig!.tful explosion Men are (lung to death and Rives is badly wounded.
He staggers through the b.inding smoke, realizing that about 3.000 men*
have probably perished. He and otner survivors get to Station No. 4
Rives finds Baermann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want
to climb on a work train, homebody shoots Baermann, and the train slides out.
The scene is then changed to the roof of the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest
financiers of the country are gathered there at a summons from C H
Lloyd. "The Money Kirg." John Rives addresses them, and introduces Al
lan Mrs Allan .and Maude Lloyd, daughter of the flrane'er. are also pres
ent. Allan tells the company of his project for a tunnel 3 100 miles long.
The financiers acree to back him. Allan and Rives want him to take charge
of the actual work. Rives accepts. Rives goes to tho Park Club to meet Wit-
tersteiner. a financier. At Columbus Cl-cle news of the great project is be ng
flashed on a screen Thousands are witching it. Mrs Allan becomes a lonely
and neglected woman and Is much thro vn in the company of Rives. Sydney
Wolf, the money power of two contine >ts, plots against Allan and Rives Mrs.
Allan has her suspicions aroused as to t o frierdsship between her husband
and Ethel I loyd Rives and Mrs. Allan let the wine of love get to their
heads and. before they know it. they confess their love for each other Tun-* '
nel City's inhab'tants learn something has gone wrong in the lower workings
of the great bore An explosion and fire have occurred In the tunnel, and
when the workers hear of it definitely they become a ragrng mob. surging
about the entrance of the bore Mrs. A’lan is wa^ed rot to leave her heme
while the exc ! le»vw>rt i« a' Its height. Hut she and her child go forth They
meet a meb of women, frenzied by the disaster, who stone them to death.
R : ves was missing in the tunnel and A'lan, his wife, child, dearest friend and
5.000 other lives gore, gave in de^pai” Hut he resolves to conquor not be
subdued, by the gr< at project. Gathering a relief train together he hurries
into the tunnel. Near the end he ca. es to a pile of dead bodies He
finally rescues Rives nearly dead. A per the disaster the tunnel workers, in
terror, strike and the great project is stopped.
Now Go On With the Story.
Animation, Right Thinking and Eating as Aid to
Natural Loveliness, Expertly Described by Mary Young
:: The Land of Liberty ::
By CARL ANDOVER.
The tunnel was empty. Tunnel
City silent and lifeless. Only here
and there along the streets a soldier
stood, leaning on his rifle.
* * • •
Under pressure of certain prom
inent and humane men and women
Allan amended his original lock-out
order to the effect that all married
| men would be allowed a longer time
i'in which to make up their minds, and
that in the meantime their families
would be undisturbed in their present
quarters. But all single men. those
that had lived for years in the im
mense barracks erected for them,
were ordered to vacate at once, and
The exodus began.
Gu’ded by Its leaders, the great
army of strikers marched Into New
York City to hold a gigantic demon
stration. Even the men allowed a
longer period of grace by virtue of
their family responsibilities Joined.
For two days Tunnel City was a city
of the dead, and all of one day the
thousands of strikers paraded the
streets of the great city bearing ban
ners that blazoned to the world their
opinions of Allan and all the masters
of the tunnel.
Allan and Lloyd were hung in ef
figy, a movable gallows being carted
around for the purpose so that the
execution might take place whenever
the sp’rit moved them. The streets
rang with "The MarseMlaise,” but
there was no violence. They were not
welcome in New York, but they had
shrewdly planned one exhibit that
won the sympathy of thousands and
started a perfect shower of money to
the war chest of the strike.
This was a delegation marching
four abreast and nearlv a half mile
long. The leader carried a banner,
which bore the inscription. "Mac’s
Cripples.” Every man who marched
behind that banner was maimed in
such a manner that the spectators
eould not but see it. Some had lost
both arms, some a leg. some an arm
and others an arm and a leg. Som**
were without an eye and ear and hair
onlv on one side of the head. More
than a few wore totally blind and
were led along by their comrades
It *s a singular fact that the first
contribution for these was $10,000
from Ethel Lloyd, who also later m
took pains to see that all of them
were provided for in public or "r'vata
institutions. When the procession
marched post the Syndicate building
there was much sweating and gen
eral uproar, but the demonstration
went no further, and bv the next
morning the city was quiet. Thou
sands of the strikers returned to
Tunnel Citv temporarily then scat
tered in search of work. But the
c*rike was successful in so far as i.
absolutely naralvzed the tunnel work.
Then Allan took counsel with his
ppHoeers and w*th P’dnev Wolf, who
w'll be remembered ns financial di
rector of the syndicate. The deposit
of submarium was found to he 30 feet
deep In the thinnest place of the gr*Mt
submarine chamber which the explo
sion had opened. Since actual tunnel
work was temporarily ’mpo^sible. Al
lan nroposed that this Invaluable
treasure be mined and marketed pend
ing t^e breaking of the s'rike.
"But how can we mine it if you
have po laborers?” objected Wolf.
"The Pittsburg people will snap at
a profit-sharing offer,” returned Al
lan. “Make them a proooslt’on *o
mine and split the profits with us.”
Allan was r ! ght, but Wolf was too
shrewd to offer to Split even. He
demanded GO per cent, and declared
he could take no less, thus allowing
them two weeks in which to beat him
down to 52 1-2 per cent. The mineral
oomoanv came in wFh its own labor i
and b^c-an work’ng th»*ee *Mfta u-vu.h
Allan Insisted on. as he believed that ,
the strike could not last more than a j
month or two. and he wanted the
suhmarium and Its miners out of the
wav.
Thus while the tunnel was Idle,
other hands were cleaning out a
Ibreo-thou^ind-foot chamber for the
engineers to use In a thousand val
uable wavs In the permanent con
struction and at the same time the
tunnel was making money at the
rate of thousands a day instead of
'entire up that much.
I In t*»p sam«* wav a rich vein of
potas B ium and another of I^on or°
♦ bat had been tanned In the Blscavan
boring wore worked for an enor
mous profit, an* Mian leased water
power right and left.
“If we hid to have a s‘rlke, *t*s
lust as wefi tV’at wo are able to make
!♦ pav.” remarked. nhUosonhlcellv:
and c *ot Mmself to work on the plans
for utilizing the groat chamber.
Tt wp« well in more ponses than
one for the financial condition of the
c’ ndioate was bv no means *nMs-
for-tnr- though far from alarm!"*.
»pv> o’- »md rdonv'Pd thp v ' ,rr
s 4 ock Issue for January of that year,
bin with a s*rike on th ; « was 1m-
nos^bie. Conseouentlv t^elr cash
balance was running a little low and
th® nrofP« of those ventures gave it
* moro healthful appearance.
E^ck Aga’n.
Then one dav an abrupt change
came over Allan.
Denied the nep?nt*e of tremendous
work, h’s private erief swept back
upon him A visit to Rives in the
hosnitnl d’d it. For two dav» af'er-
ward he moped around his office and
did nothing Then he suddenly an
nounced that he was going to Eu
rope. He sall°d next mnrn'ng.
For month** he wandered over the
Continent, visiting the old hotel and
old scenes and old drives that he had
taken with Maud in their younger
days and all the while his grief rode
him like a nightmare. Occasionally a
business telegram that demanded
concentration for a day or two di
verted him and sometimes he got a
cheery letter from Ethel Lloyd that
warmed his heart. There was no
sign that the strike was breaking, $>o
there was no need for him to hurry
home, and with 'sorrow ever at his
elbow he wandered up and down Eu
rope.
As chance had brought on the
nightmare, so chance endol it. One
day in the spring he was in Paris
and attracted by the placards outside,
which described the wonderful views
of the t innel work, he went in and
took a seat. He watched for a half-
hour and felt the old call stir in his
blood. At last a film showed an
engineer directing the loading of a
train.
The engineer turned suddenly with
a little smile, as of surprise, and
looked full into Allan’s face. It was
Baermann!—Baermann who had died
at his post the night that hell broke
Into the tunnel. Of course, he had
merely tprned and looked at the mov
ing picture machine, but to Allan it
seemed as if the young man had
looked at him and the surprise was
due to the fact that he had wandered
so far from his duty.
That night he ordered a special
train in order to catch a liner from
Liverpool in the morning When he
stepped ashore in New York, he was
himself again; but before he even
called at his office he hastened to
Tunnel City to see how Rives was
getting on. He found his friend at
his house, discharged from the hos
pital.
It was a chilly sprang day, but
Rives was sitting on the veranda in
immaculate summer attire. From the
shoulders down he was the same
Rives that had entered the tunnel
that terrible night less than a year
before. But his face was yellow and
old and his hair, which had come *n
again, was snow-white.
An Ordeal.
By a tremendous effort Allan con
cealed the terrible shock h's friend'?
appearance gave him; but he might
have spared himself the effort. Rives*
eye lit up faintly when Allan darted
up tjie steps, but he held out his hand
and greeted him as if he had seen
him the night before.
“Back again, Mac?" His voice was
fa'ntly querulous, like an old man's.
“Where have you been?”
Allan's throat was dry. but he con
trived to answer with some steadi
ness.
“Why, I ran over to Europe for a
short time. How are you feeling, old
man ?“
Fives had been gazing out to sea
He turned his head tor. an Instant
toward his questioner. His eyes had
a pained, puzzled expression as If he
were trying to remember something.
“Feel?” he echoed vaguely. And
then, “On, I’m feeling fine. My head's
better.”
Allan moistened his lips. "I’m glad
to hear it," he said heartily. Rives
stared at him. Allan met his eyes
steadily and suddenly marked with
joy that the blank puzzled look was
leaving. Rives, as suddenly, got to
his feet and held out his hand as If
Allan had just at that moment ar
rived. His eves were shining now
with a sane Joy of welcome.
“My God, I'm glad to see you. Mac!"
he cried. “Come in—come on in the
house! Ah, don't!” he begged, as If
he saw something in h's friend's face.
“I know—the doctor has told me all
shout It. It Isn't permanent, old man.
He says that I*m likely to get these
little lapses from time to time for a
year or so. What will you have—
Scotch or rye?"
“A little Scotch—that'll do—'miff!'
Standing by the sideboard they drank
each other's health and Allan tried to
make himself forget that look in
Rives' eve. Everv v lndow was open
and he shivered sl'ghtly.
"Thore’s a terrible draught here,
Jack,” he remarked.
Fives looked at him with a curious
. . ...
"I like a draught," he said slowly
Mack quickly turned his face away
and shuddered. He remembered that
life-giving w'nd that had swept
through 'he cross-gallery, where they
found Rives.
Sane and Insane.
The next instant he got another
terrible zhock.
"How’s Maud?” asked Rivea, cas
ually. . .
"Maud!” rasped Allan—and then he
saw the look again.
‘•Yes. Was she with you in Eu
rope?”
Allan opened his mouth twice to
pav something and closed It again.
Rives came over and quickly laid h;3
hand on his arm
“There it goe.s again,” he said, anol-
ogetically. "I’m a vfully sorry. Mac,
old man. But Unjust sort of seems as
if my memory s ips a cog every now
and then. I’m not fL to talk to peo
ple—but you understand, don't you?”
"Yes.” nodded Allan, avoiding his
eyes, "I understand.”
“No, I don’t mean that way,” said
Rivea, gently, and Allan started un
der hL hand. “I'm not really off my
nut. Mac, but it will take some time
for me to get all straightened out.”
"I understand, old man—really I
do.”
fTo Be Continued To-morrow.
HIS world is so full of a num
ber of things” that—accord
ing to Mary Young-—we
ought not to set placidly by being “as
happy as kings,” but we ought to
start boldly campaigning for a wide
and general knowledge of the num-
ward the selfsame goal that she is
indicating for you.
Now. Mary Young—late hard-work
ing and dearly beloved leading wom
an of the Castle Square Stock Com
pany in Boston, and present very nat
ural and very charming heroine of
ber of things there are to know and
be. Almost any clever woman wfill
tell yofi that beauty is brains, or
charm; but not every clever w* man
can impress you with her personal
willingness to study and strive to-
"Believe Me. Xantippe.’’ at the Thirty
ninth Street Theater—has never fear
ed work, effort and the constant rou
tine of study and rehearsal that
marks the career of the stock actress.
At present, with the unusually “sim
ple life” marked by but six evening
performances and two matinees a day.
Mary Young is studying languages in
order to improve every shining hour
to the utmost.
“A* little personal pulchritude plus
a great deal of brains makes beauty
that counts—while a vast amount of
mere prettiness plus no cleverness, no
accomplishments and no animating
Intelligence may make ;t pretty pic
ture, but it can never repre ent a
glorious woman who is a lasting de
light.
An Example.
"Last spring I attended a dinner
at which one of our great prima don
nas was present On one side of her
sat a French diplomat and at her
other hand was an Italian nobleman.
First she would animatedly chat with
M’sieu—and then she would turn to
the Signor and talk to him with
charm and ease. Her animated clev
erness fairly illuminated her beauty.
Her brilliancy made her glowing, vital
and dazzingly lovely; while the less
clever women, even if of greater ac
tual beauty, faded and paled before
this woman with the gift of tongues
and keen interest and insight into
humanity and national characteris
tics* 1 f
“I am using two hours of ev£ry j
morning to master French and Ger
man.” added Miss Young with a
whimsical smile. “Of course, I don't
expect dazzling beauty to re ult—but
I do confidently expect to gain in hu
man insight through the ability to
converse with men of other nations
in their own languages—and I expect
a vast field of literature to open be
fore me.
“Parlor tricks are a great a^set to
the girl who would b* charming—a
bit of recitation, an ability to play—
if not Grieg, at least the music of the
day—a gift of graceful dancing, or
the charm of a sweet singing voice.
“Oh, the world is full of a number of
things—and the girl who desires
beauty must make sure that she has
the setting for the jewel. If you are
too lazy to take advantage of all the
chances of improvement that life of
fers, even if you have been dowered
with good features, you will deprive*
them of animating soul and illum
inating expression.
"My rules for beauty would, If I
stopped to formulate and tabulate
them, be three-fold, I think. Improve
your mind, cultivate your natural
gifts and discover a few unsuspected
talents to polish is the first. Then,
for rule two, BE SIMPLE AND
NATURAL. That means be well-bred,
too. For nothing less well-bred than
the present fad for artificiality, for
make-up unblushingly applied, and
for bold and daringly immodest cos
tumes could be conjured up in a welsh
rarebit dream. It is so hard to find
the real human likeableness of a
woman who is hidden behind several
layers of powder and paint. She looks
cheap and middle-class if no worse,
and so I feel that simplicity and nat- .
uralness are able lieutenants to Brains
in the army that g"es with hying ban
ners to win Beauty.
Reserve Force.
"And the reserve force in woman's
beauty-hunt is: Preserve a youthful,
graceful, supple figure. Don’t let fat
accumulate. Fat is the white woman's
burden. This is my method of fighting
It: For breakfast I have a cup of
black coffee and a piece of toast; for
lunch—NOTHING; and dinner is a
fairly simple, sweetless meal. It took
me a year to learn to live a lunch-less
It first i used t<> eat ■ l m
crackers to tide myself over the in
sistently hungry, aching void time,
but at last 1 have learned not to miss
the Joys of lunching.
"Oh, everything worth while in all
this world of numberless things seems
to demand a struggle, but the meed
for your pains makes it all so 'worth
the struggle,’ doesn’t it?” concluded
Miss Young, with the dear little smile
that like her very evident mental
power illuminates her plq'uant, mobile
brunette charm Into a very worth
while type of beauty.
LILLI AS LAUFERTY.
>HE train rumtSled comfortably on
I over the steppes; warm lights
from the carriages glowed In
passing reflection in the snow, and into
that frozen land, numbed to desolation
beneath the tyrannous thrall of winter
the train seemed to be a strange In
truder from other lands, bearing with
it the cause of splendid liberty.
"And yet,” said Peter lvanovltrh,
seated in the restaurant car, “I feel I
am coming to a land of freedom.
"How so?” demanded the Englishman.
“Is It the feeling I have,” replied his
companion.
“Freedom!** exclaimed the English
man. "Russia a land of freedom! Why,
man, Tt Is absurd. Look at the trouble
we had in crosirg the frontier—the end
less searchings and formalities, that aw
ful wa't In the customs while they ex
amined our passports and those poor
Poles herded together in that pen like
beasts. Oh, it all sickened me at the
very start.
"Then the hotels had to see our passes
and do you remember that garg of poor
folk being swung along betwen those
soldiers? Did you ever see such poor,
lack luster creatures, hurried along
without knowing why, except because
they had been stung to some useless
protest? I'll never forget the look on
their fares—of utter dull hopelessness.
And yet you call It a land of liberty.
Why, in the name of reason, why?"
“It is not my reason that feels It,**
said the Russian. “And yet **
"No," said his fellow traveler; “to
you perhaps Russia may seem free, be
cause you are coming home, and you
know all the conventions, and are look
ing forward to a famil ar intimacy with
your own peopled r hat, no doubt, is a
freedom; but It is by no means a trait
of Russia as a country ”
His Objection.
The Russian smiled reflectively, and
tapped on the table with his Angers.
“Of course, I speak without knowl
edge. except from what I’ve read,” con
tinued the Englishman "and there must
be a great deal in the land that makes
all my friends come »s*ck so continually
to Russia, but what I am afraid will
drive me furious is the lack of freedom
here. A friend of mine was kept in
Moscow for a whole week once for no
earthly reason while they worried over
his pass out from the country The
police are kept Informed of every step
we take—isn’t it so?—and they do no
good with it all.
"Look at the political refugee*. We
think in England that they must he
all frantic Nihilist?, and not merely
law-abiding citizens who merely offer a
theoretical opposition to the Govern
ment. It is all unheard of with .us—this
tyranny of spying and super-spying
No, whatever it is. Russia is not free."
The train, after miles on miles of
snow-crusted land, was passing through
a little straggling village. The moon
had risen over the white steppes, and in
the clear light the line* of Homesteads,
all alike with the big gateway leading
into the yard beside the house, the tim
ber walls, the low thatch and the all-
pervading, unutterable filth of dirt and
trodden snow, showed up strongly
against the white surroundings. At
intervals on rlsl/ig ground rose pure
white churches, with now golden, now
blue domes, seeming most callously aloof
among these mean surroundings.
The Russian Smiles.
"See there," said the Englishman in
the warm, well-lit car, “there’s tyranny
even here. Look at the aquajo/ of
those homes, imagine the drink-sodden
men within them, and look at those
cold, white churches, that teach their
people, the flock of poor, simple sheep,
to pray for heaven and to live in hell.
The priests are worse than the police—
they tyrannize over men's souls and
build churchts with the money they ex
tort by the fear of everlasting punish
ment.” •
But the Russian still drummed on the
table and smiled at some Ipner thought
he could not yet express.
Two men entering the car asked If
they might sit at their table, and fell
to chatting with them. The Russians
talked freely of their affairs, of their
destinations and their home life. One
was going to serve his time In the army.
“But you,” he said, turning to the
Englishman, “you have no conscrlptioab
have you?”
“No,” was the answ-er, "we say that
a willing soldier is better than three
pressed men. Another point,” he add
ed to his companion; and he went on
to tell of the freedom of English lives
until the train at last slowed up in a
station.
The passengers rose to stretch their
legs and breathe the chill fresh air.
A lady in rich furs was being helped
into the carriage by a man servant,
who followed with her bags and wraps
“Good-bye, Afanasie,” she said; “keep
well and see that all goes all right.”
“Good-bye, Marie—a pleasant Jour
ney,” he replied, "and, remember the
stoves for the outhouses.”
“All right, good-bye," and the train
started at the third bell.
The Rurrlan Chuckles.
The Russian was chuck'lng happily as
he went bark to his compartment with
the Englishman.
"And therein.” he said, "lies Russia’s
freedom. In England would you see one
so free, so easy with one’s servants?
No, you are afraid of them. It Is no
Joke. ‘Before the servants,’ Is a phrase
T have often heard. It is the great cau
tion of your lives. And it is not only
the servants you fear, but your neigh
bor. your acquaintance and your friend.”
“What do you mean?”
“1 mean you have no freedom in your
homes and In your daily life. You are
always thinking, ‘What will they say?*
Would men come to your table and
sneak as those men spoke to us? They
told us of their lives. It was a confi
dence they had in us because we also
are men. We Russians have our pollco
and our priests, it is true, but you have
them also In another form—in one form,
rather—the convention.
“Oh, the things I have seen in Eng
land, the sfl’y little rules, even In the
family. You must sit—so, you must
eat—so, you must speak—so, you must
walk—so, you must think—so, you must
lead all your life—Juat so, and if you do
not. ‘people will talk.’ But we in Rus
sia can do as we like. We are free.
"One day, perhaps, we will govern
ourselves and our police will be our
helpers and not our tyrants, and we will
become civilized—Just so. But I will be
dead then, thank God! Tell me, is It
better to be free in one’s politics or In
one's home among one’s friends? An
swer me that—not now. but when you go
home again and find yourself a slave.”
Soapless.
The tramp looked shrewdly at Miss
Wary, and she returned his gaze with
equal shrewdness.
"You see, it’s like this, ma’am. Six
months ago I had a little home of my
own, but I made an unfortunate mar
riage. My wife’s temper was such
that it kept me In hot water all the
time.”
"H*m,” said Miss Wary, dryly. “It's
a pity there couldn’t have been a lit
tle soap with it.”
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