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} 1 THE TUNNEL GREATEST STORY OF ITS KIND SINCE JULES VERNE fprom the Herman of Bernhard Kellermann— fjrrrpan venlon. Copyrighted. 1913, by rt. Finrher Varlag. Berlin. English translation and c 1 [iiltSoB by (Copyrighted, 1918, by International News Serrioe.). TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. "Ia It?” retorted Allan, grim'.v, "Well, you tell them that they'll go to work 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 of monster mass meetings on the great dumping plain by the sea. where speakers addressed crowds of from fifty to a hundred thousand from a score of wagons and in a score r.f tongues. This gave Allan an idea. He cynically bribed half a dozen if the influential leaders and sent them out to make speeches also. These last worked conscleutiously— the word is used without irony—to earn their money. They pointed out the magnificent 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 consider their sanitary dwellings where 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 safer. And finally, “The 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 pay and worse treatment. How many of you can earn $5 in eight hours anywhere else?” For a time these argument? 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 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 years ago,” phouted one. “Ye?, 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 pay 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 the 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 his mighty project. And one afternoon he went out to address the strikers himself. For twenty-four hours the event 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 tnegaphone and his words were repeated bv other speakers with megaphones so that all could hear. When tie big truck slowly pushed Its way through to the appointed spot. Allan on the seat with the driver, ii was reee/ved in dead silence. He did not yet realize what the American who had spoken i n the conference un derstood perfectly—that arguments could ri't possibly be of any avail, for the cats of the workmen were shut with terror—a deep, gripping horror of a ctyath by fire and smoke shock in * that jut hole under the waters. But they Aeard him in silence. Hdtalked for an hour and brought un fl/ery power of simple reasoning he ould summon, and as he neared theJnd it seemed for a time that the debate of the conference was wrong; fortie could feel that he was winning then. fft is true that this work has killed seferal thousand men,” he shouted. “Jou know me—everyone of you Wows me. You know that I have ijen fair and generous—and you now how terribly this disaster has Jruck at me. But. work, my friends, s killing hundreds of men every day n every quarter of the world. Work is killing ten men an hour in New York City to-day—hut 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 I, but I shall not quit because of that. You have been told that you are working for a syndicate—to make a few rich men richer—but I tell you, my friends, that no little handful of capitalists can ever own this 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 as the sunrise. It will be come yours as naturally and surely as the air you breathe. No handful of men can hold you back from that. Terror Rules. “You are told that I am working because it is making me rich. That is not true. 1 was rich enough for one man before the fir*** spade was driven into the ground where we stand. We who are building thU tunnel—you and I—are building fo» our children and our children’s chil dren. Every man who gives up his hie for ihiH work is a saint in the reli gion of labor, which is the religion of our time. “Any man who turns baok now is a coward and cowards are not need ed here. But 1 call on you as brave men. men who are big enough and brave enough to work for a big and brave thing, to come back with my and conquer the earth.” He ceased and 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 ol: 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 -wdgiu hours. WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE iri _ c r 5? fi ory °D ens w ^h Rives, who is in charge of the technical work- t ,,ff na °* l .he great tunnel from America to Germany, on one of the tunnel udins, with Baermann, an engineer. In charge of Main Station No. 4. They j rav ® 1 , in * at . the rate of 118 miles an hour. Rives is in love with olio* . , ’ ™ lfe of Maokendrick Allan, whose mind first conceived the gr at tunnel scheme. After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean 5v. s , out . °f the train. Suddenly the tunnel seems to burst. There l, a frightful explosion. Men are flung to death and Rives is badly wounded. Jo,. Aggers through the blinding smoke, realizing that about 3,000 men Probably perished. He and other survivors get to Station No. 4. v ( s Baermann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want L°.„_ , on . a .work train, somebody shoots Baermann, and the train slides out. he 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- ian. Airs. Allan and Maude Lloyd, daughter of the financier, are also pres- ent. Allan tells the company of his project for a tunnel 3.100 miles long. fmanr,ers agree to back him. Allan and Rives want him to take charge of the actual work. Rives accepts. Rives goes to the Park Club to meet Wit- terstelner, a financier. At Columbus Circle news oj the great project Is being Hashed on a screen. Thousands are watching it. Mrs Allan becomes a lonely Jg d . ./ ie „T ecte(3 woman and ls much thrown in the company of Rives. Sydney aii f ’ i the money power of two continents, plots against Allan and Rives. Mrs. Allan has her suspicions aroused as to the friendship between her husbaied ftnd Ethel Lloyd. Rives and Mrs. Allan let the wine of love got td 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 tne 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 excitement is at its height. But she and her child go forth. They meet a mob of women, frenzied by the disaster, who stone them to death, pIves was missing in the tunnel and Allan, his wife, child, dearest friend and other lives gone, gave in despair. But he resolves to conquor. not be subdued, by the great project. Gathering a relief train together he hurries into the tunnel. Near the end he comes to a pile of dead bodies. He finally rescues Rives nearly dead After the disaster the tunnel workers, in terror, strike and the great project is stopped. 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 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 '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. Guided 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 bv virtue of their family responsibilities joined. For two days Tunnel City wag 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 4he 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 spirit moved them. The streets rang with “The Marseillaise,” 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 nearly 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 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 ah eye and ear and hair only on one side of the head. More 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 m took pains to see that all of them were provided for in public or private institutions. When the procession marched past the Syndicate building there was much swearing and gen eral uproar, but the demonstration went no further, and by the next morning the city was quiet. Thou sands of the strikers returned to Tunnel City temporarily then scat tered in search of work. But the strike was successful in so far as j. absolutely paralyzed the tunnel work. Then Allan took counsel with his engineers and with Sidney Wolf, who will be remembered as financial di rector of the syndicate. The deposit of submarium was found to be 30 feet deep in the thinnest place of the great submarine chamber which the explo sion had opened. Since actual tunnel work was temporarily impossible. Al lan proposed that this invaluable treasure be mined and marketed pend ing the breaking of the strike. “But how can we mine It if you have no laborers?” objected Wolf. “The Pittsburg people will snap at a profit-sharing offer,” returned Al lan. “Make them a proposition to mine and split the profits with us.” Allan was right, but Wolf was too shrewd to offer to split even. He demanded fid per cent, and declared he could tajee no less, thus allowing tH, in tu n \\. •. ks in which to beat him down to 52 1-2 per cent. The mineral 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, sro tlfere 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 ended it. One day in the spring he was in Paris and attracted by the placards outside, which described the wonderful views of the tunnel work, he went in and took a seat. He watched for a half- hour and felt the old call stir in hi? 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 faee. It was Baermann!—Baermann who had died at hit* post the night that hell broke into the tunnel. Of course, he had merely turned and looked at the mov ing picture machine, but to Allan it seemed as »f 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 spring day, but Rives was sitting on the veranda m 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-white. 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. “Back again, Mac?” His voice was faintly 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. “I^eel?” he echoed vaguely. And then, “Oh, I'm feeling fine. My head’s better.” Allan moistened his lips. “I’m glad to hear it,” he said heartily. Rives srared at him. Allan met his eyes steadily and suddenly marked with joy that the blank, puzzled look was leaving. Rive^, as suddenly, got to 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. “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 his friend’s face. I know—the doctor has told me all compatiy came in with its own labor and began working three shifts, which | about it. It isn t permanent, old man Allan insisted on. ns he believed that i He says that I’m likely to get these tin strike could not last more than a little lapses from time to time for a month or two, and he wanted the year or so. What will you have submarium and its miners out of the way. Thus, while the tunnel was idle, other hands were cleaning out a three-thousand-foot chamber for the engineers to use in a thousand val uable ways in the permanent con struction and at the same time the tunnel was making money at the rate of thousands a day Instead of eating up that much. I In the same way a rich vein of potassium and another of iron ore that had been tapped in the Biscayan boring were worked for an enor mous profit, and Allan leased water power right and left. “If w e had to have a strike, it s just as well that we are able to make it pav.” he remarked, philosophically; and set himgelf to work on the plana for utilizing the great chamber. It was well in more senses than one for the financial condition of the syndicate was bv no means satis factory. though far from alarming. They had planned the seeond big stock issue for January of that year, but with a strike on this was im- ooasible. Consequently their cash balance was running a little low and the profits of these ventures gave it a more healthful appearance. Back Again. Then one clay an abrupt change came over Allan. Denied the nepenthe of tremendous work, hia private grief swept back upon him. A visit to Rives in the hospital did it. For two day* after - ward he moped around his office and did nothing. Then he suddenly an nounced that he was going to Mu- rope. He sailed next morning. For month-' he wandered **>•■ Continent, visitir," the old hotel and old scciiea and oj^Nives that he &ad To Be Continued To-morrow. Scotch or rye?” “A little Scotch—that’ll do—’nuff! ” Standing by the sideboard they drank each other’s health, and Allan tried to make himself forget that look in Rives' eye. Bverv window was open and he shivered slightly. “There’s a terrible draught here, Jack,” he remarked. Rives looked at him with a curious smile. “I like a draught,” he said slowly Mack quickly turned his face away and shuddered. He remembered that life-giving wind that had swept through the cross-gallery, where they found Rives. Sane and Insane. The next instant he got another terrible shork. •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 say something and closed it again. Fives came over and quickly laid his hand on his arm. “There it goes again,” he said, apol ogetically. "I’m awfully sorry, Mac, old man. But it just sort of seems as if my memory slips a cog every now and then. I'm not fit 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 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 go.” • Animation, Right Thinking and Eating as Aid to Natural Loveliness, Expertly Described by Mary Young The Land of Liberty By CARL ANDOVER. HIP 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 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- “Believe Me, Xantippe,” at the Thirty- ninth Street Theater—has pever fear ed work, effort and the constant rou tine of study and rehearsal that marks the career <«f 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 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 aim 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. “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 1 expect a vast field of literature to open be fore me. “Parlor tricks are a great asset to the girl who would he 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 1ms 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 1 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. THERE IS NO UNBELIEF. Whoever plants a seed beneath the sod, And waits to see it push away the clod, He trusts in God. -BULWEE LYTTON. • • * BETTER NOT.' Dear Miss Fairfax: I am 17 years old, and am in love witty 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 n<> girl friends or gentlemen friends whom I know’ who would give me an introduction. 1 know he Is anxious to meet me. Every time he speaks to me 1 feel like an swering him back, but I never do. Do you think it would ho im proper for me i spdhk to him, as I am very anxious to get ac quainted with him? 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. Wait, my dear. If he is the right one, the ooportunity 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, was it?” “A peach; it would satisfy any woman.” “Did it satisfy her?” “It would ’ave, but he couldn’t tell It.” Funeral Designs and Flowers FOR ALL OCCASIONS. 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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 goes with flying 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 1 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 life. At first I used to eat a few crackers to tide myself over the in sistently hungry, aching void time, but at last I 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 tha struggle,’ doesn’t it?” concluded Miss Young, with the dear little ninth that like her very evident merftal power illuminates her piquant, mobile brunette charm into a very worth while type of beauty. LI LI A AS LAUFERTY. I N DIGESTION? Stop It quickly; Have your grocer send you one do« bottles of SHIVA R GINGLR ALE Drink with meals, and If not prompt ly relieved, get your money back at our expense. Wholesome. deli cious, refreshing. Prepared with the celebrated Shlvar Mineral Water and the purest flavoring materials. 6HIVAR SPRING, Manufacturer! SHELTON, 8. C. E. L. ADAMS CO.. Distributors. Atlanta, rpilE train rumbled comfortably on | 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 Ivanovitch, seated in the restaurant ear, “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, It is absurd. Look at the trouble we had In crosing 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 betwen those . soldiers? Did you ever see such poor, j luck luster creatures, hurried along j 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 reasoh that feels it,” said the Russian. “And yet— “No,” said his fellow traveler; “to you perhaps Russia may Pdem free, be cause you are coming home, and you know all the conventions, and are look ing forward to a familiar intimacy with your own people.! That, 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 fingers. “Of course, I speak without knowl edge, except front what I’ve read,” con tinued the Englishman, “and there must be a great deal in the land that makes all my friends coma back 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 gdod 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 ls 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 ear 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 conscription, have you?” “No,” was the answer, “we say that a willing soldier ls better than three pressed men. Another point,” he add ed to his companion; and he went on to tell of the froedom 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 wan 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.” “Qood-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 chuckling happily as he went back to his compartment with the Englishman “And therein.” he saJd, “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 I have often heard. It is the great cau tion of your lives. And it 1n 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 dally life. You are always thinking, ‘What will they say?’ Would men come to your table and speak 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 police and our priests, it Is true, but you have them also in another form—In one form, rather—the convention. “Oh, the things T have seen in Eng land. the silly little rules, even In the family. You must sit—so, you must eat—so, you must speak—go, 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, w« 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. 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