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THE TUNNEL
GREATEST STORY OF ITS
KIND SINCE JULES VERNE
flrrntn tha Orman of Bernhard Ketlermann—
Urrrran iMinor Copyri^h r<1. 1M13. by (*•
teacher Verlag. Berlin tugliah translation and
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(Copyrighted, 1913. by International .News Senrics.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
*Ta it?” reto: ed Allan, grim’.v. ]
“Well, you tell them that they’ll go to |
wofrk in three days or clear out of
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 yf i
monster mass meetings on the great J
clumping plain by the sea. where |
speakers addressed crowds of from ,
fifty to a hundr.J thousand from a I
score of wagons and in a score f
tongues. This gave Ai.an an iue.v.
He cynically bribed half a dozen >f !
the influential leaders and sent them |
out to make speeches also.
These last worked conscleutlously— j
the word is used wit mu*, ironv—to
earn their money. They pointed out
the magnifcent hospitals where the
injured were cared for free o' charge
while their pay went on just as if
they were working their eight hours
daily under the sea.
They bade the workmen cons’der
the’r sanitary dwellings wh«?re they
lived rent free and compare 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 safo- •
And finally. “The winter is coming
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
S trains, with Eaermann, an engineer. In chorge of Main Station No. 1 They
) are traveling at the rate of 118 miles an hour Rives is in love with
Maude Allan, wife of Maekendrick 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 frightful explosion Men are tiung to death and Rives is badly wounded.
IS He staggers through the b.inding smoke, realizing that about 3.000 men
s have probably perished He ard other 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 oyt.
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 King.” John Rives addresses them, and introduces Al
lan Mrs Allan and Maude . Lloyd, daughter of the financ'er. are also pres
ent. Allan tells the company of his project for a tunnel 3 100 miles long.
The financiers agree to back him. Allan and Rives want him to take charge
of the actual w<>r" Rives accepts. Rives goes to the Hark Club to meet Wit-
tersteiner, a financier. At Columbus Cl-cle news of the great project is be'ng
Hashed on a screen. Thousands are watching it. Mrs Allan becomes a lonely
and neglected woman and Is much thrown In the company of Rives. Sydney
Wolf, tlie money power of two continents, plots against Allan and Rives. Mrs
Allan has her suspicions aroused as to t ’e friendsshlp between her husband
and Ethel Lloyd. Rives and Mrs. Allan let the wipe of love get to their
heads and, before they know’ it, they confess their love for each other. Tun
nel City’s inhabitants 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 raging mob. surging
about the entrance of the bore. Mrs. Allan is warned not to leave her home
while the exe'temem is at it^ he’ght. Rut she and her child go forth. They
meet a mob of women, frenzied by t^e disaster, who stone them to death.
Rives was missing in the tunnel and Allan, his wife, child, dearest friend and
5,000 other lives gone, gave in despair But he resolves to conquor. not he
subdued, by the great project. Gathering a relief train together he hurries
into the tunnel Near the end he co nes to a pile of dead bodies. He
finally rescues Rives nearly dead. Af'er the disaster the tunnel workers, in
terror, strike and the great project Is stopped.
Under pressure of certain prom
inent and humane men and women
Allan amended his original lock-out
order to the effect that all married
on,’ they cried. “Here it is October j men would be allowed a longer time
Now Go On With the Story.
The tunnel was empty. Tunnel
City silent and lifeless. Only here
and there along the streets a soldier
stood, leaning on his rifie.
and if we do not go hack to work *j n which to make up their minds, and
here, where will we work 0 Two hnn_ • i „ * v. ...
hore, 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 pay and worse treatment.
How many of you can earn $5 in eight
hours anywhere else?”
For a time these arguments seemed
to be making headway, but only for
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.
Guided by its leaders, the great
army of strikers marched into New
York City to hold a gigantic demon
short time. The opposing orators Oration. Even the men allowed a
were silenced. Their slogan was that longer period of grace by virtue of
“mile and a half of coffins” that had j their family responsibilities Joined
come out of the tunnel Their vocal
chords, too. were strengthened with
a golden tonic. The Shipping Trust,
not daring to fight in the open,
spared no money or effort to cripple
the tunnel enterprise in the dark.
“They tell you that only five thou
sand men have been killed since the
tunnel work began v’ears 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 th's 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 If
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
mighty project. And one afternoon
he went out to address the strikers
himself.
For twenty-four hours the even*
had been advertised and the great
level plain was packed with thou
sands and thousands. Allan, mounted
upon the seat of an auto-truck, spoke
through a meganhone and his words
were repeated by other speakers with
megaphones sto that all could hear.
When the big truck slowly pushed
its way through to the appointed spot.
Allan on the seat with the driver, ii
was received in dead silence. He did
not yet realize what the American
who had spoken in the conference un
derstood perfectly—that arguments
could not possibly be of any avail, for
the ears of the workmen were shut
with terror—a deep gripping horror
of a death by fire and smoke shock in
that rathole under the waters. But
thev beard hirr in silenee.
He talked for an hour and brought
un every power of simple reasoning
he could summon, and as be neared
the end it seemed f or 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 ipe. You know that I have
been fair and generous—and you
know bow terribly this disaster has
struck at me. But, work, my friends,
is killing hundreds of men every day
in everv 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
aconnt. 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
For two da vs 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’rlt moved them. The streers
rang, with “The Marseillaise,” but
there was no violence. They were not
welcome in New York, but they bad
shrewdly planned one exhibit that
won the sympathy of thousands and
started a perfect shower of money to
the war chest of the str : ke.
This was a delegation marching
four abreast and nearly a half mile
long. The leader carried a banner,
which bore the inscription. “Mac’s
Crinples.” Every man who marched
behind that banner was maimed In
such a manner that the spectators
could not but see It. Some had lost
both arms, some a leg. some an arm
and others an arm and a leg. Some
were without an eye and ear and hair
only on one side of the head. Mope
than a few were totally blind and
were led along by their comrades
It is a singular fact that the first
contribution for these was $10,000
from Ethel Lloyd, who also later on
took pains to see that all of them
were provided for in public or nrlvat?
institutions. When the procession
marched past the Syndicate building
there was much swearing and gen
eral uproar, but the demonstration
went no further, and bv the next
tnornine the city was quiet. Thou
sands of the strikers returned *o
Tunnel City temporarily then scat
tered in search of work. But the
strike was successful in so far as i.
absolutely naralvzed the tunnel work.
Then Mian took counsel with hM
cprrineers and with Sidnev Wolf, who
wll be remembered as financial di
rector of the syndicate. The denoslt
of submarium was found to be 30 feet
deep in the thinnest place of the gr°it
submarine chamber which the exclu
sion had opened. Since actual tunnel
work was temporarily J mpo^sible. Al
lan proposed that this Invaluable
treasure be mined and marketed fend
ing the breaking of the 9tr.ike.
“But how can we mine it if you
have no laborers?” objected Wolf.
-Th° Pittsburg neordo will snap at
a profit sharing offer,” returned Al
lan. “Make them a nronoslt’on to
mine and split the profits with us”
Allan was r’ght, but Wolf wa§ too
shrewd to offer to snllt even. He
demanded 60 per eent. and declared
he could take no less, thus allowing
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. s»o
there was no need for him to hurry
home, and with sorrow ever at his
e!bow r he wandered up and down Eu
rope.
As chance had brought on the
nightmare, so chance endel 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 turned and looked at the mov
ing picture mach’ne. 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 dutv.
That night he ordered a special
train in order to catch a liner fom
Liverpool in the morning. When he
stepped ashore in New’ York, he was
himself again; but before be 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 spring 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 in
again, was snow-w’hite.
An Ordeal.
By a tremendous effort Allan con
cealed the terrible shock his friend’s
appearance gave him; but he might
have spared himself the effort. Rives’
eye lit up faintly when Allan darted
up the steps, but he held out his hand
and greeted him as if he had seen
him the night before.
“Rack again, Mac?” His voice w’as
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?”
Rives had been gazing out to sea
He turned his head for 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
jov that the blank puzzled look was
leaving. Rives, as suddenly, got
his feet and held out his hand as if
Allan had just at that moment ar
rived. His eyes were shining now
with a sane Joy of welcome.
“Mv God, I’m glad to see you. Mac!”
he cried. “Come in—come on in the
Animation, Right Thinking and Eating as Aid to
Natural Loveliness, Expertly Described by Mary Young
:: The Land of Liberty ::
By CARL ANDOVER.
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 w’e ought to
start boldly campaigning for a wide
and general knowledge of the num-
w’ard 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
her of things there are to know’ and
be. Almost any clever woman will
tell you that beauty is brains, or
charm; but not every clever woman
can impress you with her personal
willingness to study and strive to
il njnni l a nr ii" • ,, , , - , -
them tw’o weeks in which to heat him house. Ah, don t. he begged, as if
down to 52 1-2 per cent. The mineral I he saw something in h»s friend s face.
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comranv enmr In u*I # h its own lnli.i
nn<l bsean work'ne throe shift? which
Allan insisted on. as he believed that
I know—the doctor has told me all
about it. It Isn't permanent, old man.
He savs that I'm likely to get these
this aoident. So have I, but I shall j ^ on ’th or two. and he wanted the
the strike could not last more than a little lapse} from time to time for
V. * „ J - TVVial will vnn bo V p
not quit because of that. You have
been told that you are working for a
syndicate—to m; ke a few’ rich men
richer—but I tell you, my friends,
that no little handful of capitalists
can ever own th’s tunnel. These men
are working for you. When this tun
nel is finished the people of the old
and new worlds will own it. That Is
as certain ns the sunrise. It will b°-
come yours as naturally and surelv
a s the air von breathe. N - '* handful
of men can bold you back from that.
Terror Rules.
“You are told that I am w’orking
because it is making me rich. That
is not true. I was rich enough for
one man before the flr~* spade was
driven into the gro”"* where we
stand. We who are building this
tunnel—von and I—are building fo«
our children and our children’s cbfi-
dren. Every man who gives up his life
for this work is a saint in the reli
gion of labor, which is the religion of
our t'me.
“Anv man who turns back now is
a. coward and cowards are not need
ed here. But I oa 11 ‘m vou as brave
men. men who are big enough and
brave enough to work for a big and
brave thing, to come back with me
and conquer the earth.”
He ceased ar.d lowered the mega
phone to show, that he had finished
There was an instant’s silence and
then a rippling, ragged cheer that
swelled louder and louder and sud
denly stopped, as if a hand had been
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 leaders
told Allan that the men would not
return to work. He gave orders that
all strikers should vacate their
houses within forty-eight hours.
submarium and Its miners out of the
way.
Thus, while the tunnel was Idle,
other hands were cleaning out a
t^ree-tbousand-foot chamber for the
engineers to use in a thousand val
uable wavs in the permanent con-
'ttruction and at the same time the
tunnel was making money at the
rate of thousands a day Instead of
eaHne up that much.
1 In the same wav a rich vein of
potassium, and another of iron or*
that had been tanned in the Biscayan
horiny were worked for an enor-
mous nroflt. and Mian leased water
power riqht and left.
"If we had to have a s'rlke., it’s
lust a? we'l that we are able to make
it nav” he remarked, nht’osonhleal'.v
and set himself to work on the nlans
for Uttlizire the yreat chamber.
It we'l in mnre senses than
one for the financial condition of the
ovndioate was bv no means sa'is-
faetorv. thoueb far from atarml-tr
TUe.. tad sl.Tir.ll the e-eond ht«
stock Issue for January of that year,
but with a strike on th's was 1m-
nosuible. Consenuentlv their cash
balance was running a little low and
the oroflts of the se ventures gave It
a more healthful appearance.
Back Again.
Then one day an abrupt change
came over Allan.
Denied the nepenthe of tremendous
work his private grief swept b"ck
upon him. A visit to Rives In the
hospital did It. For two da vs after-
ward he moped around his office and
did nothing Then he suddenly an
nounced that he was going to Eu-
rope. He sailed next morning.
For months he wandered over the
Continent, visiting the old hotel and
old scenes and old drives that he had
year or so. What will you
Scotch or rye?"
“A little Scotch—that’ll do—’nudf!
Standing bv the sideboard they drank
each other's health, and Allan tried to
make himself forget that look in
Rives' eye. Every window was op.n
and he shivered sl'ghtly.
"There's a terrihle draught here,
Jack," he remarked.
Rives looked at him with a curious
sm'le.
•‘I like a draught,” he said slowly
Mack quickly turned his face away
and shuddered. He remembered that
Ufe-giving wind that had swept
through the cross-gallery, where they
found Rives.
Sane and Insane,
The next Instant he got another
terrible shock.
“How’s Maud?” asked Rives, cas
ually. , '
“Maud!” gasped Allan—and then he
saw the look again.
“Yes. Was she with you In Eu
rope?”
Allan opened his mouth twice to
sav something and closed It again.
Rives came over and quickly laid hia
hand on his arm
“There it goes again," he said, anol-
ogetically. “I’m awfully sorry. Mac,
old man. But It just sort of seems as
if my memory sips a cog every now
and then. I’m not fit to talk to peo
ple—b U t you understand, don’t you?"
"Yes.” nodded Allan, avoiding his
eyes, “I understand.”
“No, I don’t mean that way,” said
Rives, gently, and Allan started un
der his 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.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
“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 too animating
intelligence may make a pretty pic
ture, but it can never represent 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; W’hilc 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. , ,
"I am using two hours of every
morning to master French and Ger
man,” added Miss Young with a
whimsical smile. “Of course, I don’t
expect dazzling beauty to result—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 asset to
the girl who would be 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 an
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 woufd, 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,
SNAP SHOTS
By LILLIAN LAUFERTY.
1*H ERE IS NO UNBELIEF.
Whoever plants a seed beneath the
sod,
And waits to see it push away the
clod,
He trusts in God.
—BULWER LYTTON.
• • *
BETTER NOT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am 17 years old, and am in
love with a boy 18 years of age. I
see him nearly every night. Al
though we don’t know each other,
he always speaks to me (calling
me by my name). I have no girl
friends or gentlemen friends
whom I know who would give me
an introduction. I know he is
anxious to meet me. Every time
he speaks to me I feel like an
swering him back, but I never do.
Do you think it would be im
proper for me sneak to him,
as I am very anxious to get ac
quainted with h m? E. D.
You are both so young that I think
you had better not. You do not say
where you see him. leaving the infer
ence that it is on the street, and that
Is reason In itself why you should not
Include him among your friends with
no one to stand .sponsor for him.
Walt, my dear. 1^ he is the right
one, the opportunity will be given you
for knowing him.
Tongue-Tied.
“He invented a ripping story to tell
his wife when he got home after mid
night.”
“Good one, w’as it?”
“A peach; it would satisfy any
woman.”
"Did it satisfy her?”
It would ’ave, but he couldn’t tell
it.”
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cheap and middle-class If no worse,
and so I feel that simplicity and nat
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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 lighting
it: For breakfast I have a cup of
black coffee and a piece of toast: for
lunch—NOTHING: and dinner is a
fairly simple, sweetlcss meal. It took
me a year to learn to live a lunch-less
life. At first I used to eat a few
cracki-rs to tide myself over the in
sistently hungry, aching void time,
but at last I have learned not to miss
ih*' 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 piquant, mobile
brunette charm into a very worth
while type of beauty.
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tionately low rates from in
termediate stations. Spe-
rpHE train rumbled 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 lvanovltch,
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, !t is absurd. Look at the trouble
we had in croslng the frontier—the end
less searchings and formalities, that aw
ful wait 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 gang of poor
folk being swung along betw’en 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 faces—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 people.! ’’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 l-ack 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
Ills 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 refugees. We
think In England that they must be
all frantic Nihilists, 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 lines 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 rising 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 squalor 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 churches 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 inner thought
he could not yet express.
Two men entering the car asked If
they might sit at their table, and fen
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 Raid, turning to the
Englishman, “you have no conscription,
have you?”
“No,” was the answer, “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 wfith her bags and wraps
“Good-bye, Afanasle,” 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 Rurrian Chuckles.
The Russian was chuck’ing happily as
he went hack 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
1 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?”
“I 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. Tt was a confi
dence they had in us because we also
j are men. We Russians have our police
j and our priests, it is true, but you have
them also In another form—In one form,
I rather—the convention.
“Oh, the things I have seen in Eng
land. the sll’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—Just 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—net 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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