The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, August 13, 1917, Page 4

| ‘| t i fa i tesa pestgnne mance on tees SAN hy 83 & Temperature at noon tered at the aa Bismarck, N. ‘ D., as _Sevvud Class Matter. =: EVERY DAY EXCHr/ SUNDAY RIPTION RATES. PAYABLE IN VANE Daly, dy mall’ or carrier, per $ .60 4.00 1.26 6.00 1.50 1.50 Daily, an outside of North Weal, feokly, af mail, Der. Veer, a ipcan PAYNE COMPANY Representative Y Lage Bid CHICAGO, eat eis Se aca . - LIB, 810 ree Exchange. fember Audit Bureau of Circulation — = BTATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Batablished_ 1872) > WEATHER REPORT \ for 24 hours ending at noon Aug. 13; “Temperature at.7:00 a. m. 58 Highest yesterday Lowest yesterday . Lowest last night Precipitation Highest wind velocity Forecast. For North Dakota: Fair tonight and Tuesday; warmer tonight in the south portion. Lowest temneee Fargo .... 52 Williston . 58 Grand Forks . 49 Pierre 54 St. Paul 60 Winnipeg . . 48 (Helena . 52 Chicago . . 68 Swift Current . 48 Kansas City ...... + 62 San Francisco . 56 ORRIS W. ROBERTS, ‘ Meteorologist. FPECCESTES PETE @ Everybody says it, and what @ everybody says must be true— % + Cooper. 2 SPO EESEOSEEOOEOS A LETTER TO FRANCE. “My Dear Boy: 1 do not know what is happening to your body. 1 cannot learn what is ‘happening to it, from day to day. And, boy—I may never know what has happened to it, after it is no longer recognizable in its reclamation to dust. “At first this was an aching wound, _by night and by day. No one but a mother knows the beauties and thé warm, tender life of the little human form. \Not in fleshly wise, but with ‘Givine love she ‘sees its contours. And the thought of the possible fate of the little body I bathed and clothed and ‘¢ared for when it was bruised, racked thy heart, 4 “But, dear boy, what has the heart to do with the body after all? I mean heart in the sense of spirit or soul, instead of as. the symbol of tuese. “And in my. new peace I am writing Yo. you, because I thought you might worry over my pain. That pain is ‘gone—or at least it has become a ‘sweet pain. ‘1 do not know, my son, what is happening to your body, and 1 may “fever know. But in a sense, a most Mmportant sense, I feel more at rest than when I was worrying about what ‘was happening to your soul in those days at home when I heard your returning footsteps Jong after I had gone to bed. No, I was not asleep. : “Peace, for I know now that your foul is right, and saved. I know, dear boy—how shall I say it, for the worst happens only.to a few—and yet I will say: 1 know that even if your soul fret goes out suddenly, there where you as i % i Wes ne ty fight, it will go out not into nothing: ness, but into an eternity of progress; will go out with an impetus of noble “earth heroism that will carry it far toward the mountains of the soul world it would be entering. “The body's life is but a hand’s span, dear boy. Eternity is the span of the hand of God—gigantic span. We had. to choose, and surely we ‘would not alter our choice. . “A useless soul can make no use of a body, and a useful soul has no use for a body. “YOUR MOTHER.” PEACE TALK SEDITIOUS. Both the German and Austrian (bet- ter called German-Austrian) chancel- lors having showed an inclination to talk peace, there is a demand, by the peace-at-all-prices element and a small ‘but villainous part of the American press, that President Wilson make some movement for peace discussion. And our president, sensibly and patri- otically, confines himself exclusively to making movements for war. A fellow who would peacefully go out and pat a mad dog on the head and say “Good doggy! Good little doggie!" would be rightly set down as idiotic. That’s just what President Wilson. would ‘be doing by assuming anything like a pacific attitude toward the German autocracy. Peace with that body of brutes would be worth- less. Belgium proves it and Zimmer- ~ mann's effort to set Japan and Mex- ico upon us, when we had a peace treaty with Germany, rivets it. So ‘long as that mad autocracy has the power to represent Germany at the “peace council, we cannot, in wisdom or safety, even consider peace. A mad dog is shot, not treated with pills and ‘anti-toxins. The autocrats of Germany have put themselves without the lim- ‘its of treatment under the ordinary diplomatic processes of civilization ‘and, while they rule Germany, peace talk is seditious. GERMANY HARDEST HIT. Almost since the great war began, the allies have sought to starve Ger- many into submission by an elaborate blockade of German ports maintained by the allied fleets. And almost since the great war began, the blockade has been a partial failure, very largely due to the fact that the United States continued to sell foodstuffs and raw materials to the little neutrals which surround Germany. In this way sup- plies have seeped into Germany from (Norway, Sweden, Holland, Denmark, Switzerland and Spain. The right thing, the properly-timed thing was for this country to shut off those supplies. If any basis for the action was needed, it ‘was abundantly supplied by the figures showing the enormous in- eréases in the exports from this coun- | try to the neutrals. And, singularly enough, the greatest exports*were in precisely the things needed by Germany—food for her peo- ple, metals and cotton for her muni- tion factories. The president has now started the machinery which will keep all these things for ourselves and for our allies. We will no longer supply the neutrals, so they in turn can supply Germany. There is every evidence that this is one of the hardest blows struck at kai- serism -since the war began. The headlines in German papers tell the story: ‘Wilson’s ‘brutal methods in starving Jittle neutrals,” “Neutrals in *) Wilson’s thumb-screws,” “How Wilson assaults. neutrals.” “Germany's sudden tenderness over little neutxal nations is one of the most, grimly humorous things of the A eg to the neutrality of Luvemburg, which destroyed Belgium because that un- happy land tried to preserve her neu- trality, which has constantly bullied supplies from Holland and Denmark, which has compelled Norway to trade fish ‘for coal—this militaristic, ruth- less, ‘kaiserthum pretends to weep over the woes of the neutrals. The real trouble is that the editors see the handwriting on the wall. They see a Germany which can no longer depend upon meat and flour and fats and metals and cotton being sneaked across the borders. They. see a Ger- many which will have to face the fourth winter of the war entirely de- ‘pendent upon her own rapidly dimin- ishing resources. They see a Ger- many, which while making every ef- fort to feed and clothe the armies at the front, will have to take with both hands from the scanty store,of the people back home. They see a Ger- many-in-which the seeds of rebellion’ and discontent will thrive, because of a Germany underfed, underclothed and underheated. If the truth were in them, they would not weep crocodile tears over the neutrals for whose rights they do not care a snap of the tnger. They would tell the German people that the American embargo, plus the allied blockade means the most serious situ- ation Germany has had to face since the war began. And their headlines would be: “Wilson’s brutal methods of starving Germany,” “Germany in Wilson's thumbscrew.” But, of course, if they did that, there might arise even in the disci- Plined, lackey-minded, superior-loving Prussians the thought that after all the war was a failure, defeat inevit- able, and ‘the time opportune to crave from the allies the best peace terms they. would be willing to grant as a boon. More than 75 Bonn university pro- fessors have petitioned the kaiser not to make another peace offer. Age and immunity, lend enchantment to the spectacle of war. DUTY IN EATING. Not many weeks ago, the country rang with this: “Make your own garden!” Now the cry should be: “Eat your own garden!” To help out our foreign brothers and to knock. down the high cost of our own, living were your main pur- poses in putting in your home gar- den. Those purposes appeal just as strongly now that your garden begins to yield, for every pound of your gar- den stuff that you eat means a pound more that can be exported or released for our soldiers. But, when we say “Eat your own garden, we mean much more than just stuffing anything you've raised into your own stomach. Eat the perish- able stuff; can or dry that which will keep. This means just a little brainy rearrangement of your menu, and about three-fourths of your eating is mere habit and always has been. Furthermore, when we urged you to go to gardening, we predicted that you'd get health out of the ourdoor work and the habitual physical exer- cise. There's health for you now in eating your garden. In the hot days of August and September it is doubt- ful whether anything, save fish, eggs and some of the cereals, should be eaten that doesn’t come out of a gar- den. At this season, your system es- pecially requires food that’s most easily digested, and In the heavy foods there is often real danger. Our war duty requires that we sab- the logical thing, |’ Germany, which paid no attention ‘ which are availablo for our fighting men. Our duty to our immediate selves is that we taboo foods that add to the fires-already in us by reason of climatic’stress. So, “eat your own garden!” And, iby the way, the pota- to and onion aristocrats of three months ago are yelling, we judge that you're doing .it,.in a number of cases! ‘Kingdon Gould’s exemption claim may explain not only why the Gould ‘boys eloped, but also why they were disinherited. Our generosity never should exceed our abilities.—Cicero. “Just ee I answer, when people “What ikind of a dog is he?” “Just good plain dog with a. winning way But nary a pedigree ; I've had him now for a ‘long, long while Along at my side to jog, But he isn’t much for his looks or style, —dJust Dog. “Just dog—just faith that will not fail And-a heart that is made of gold, Just loyalty fine from his wiggly tail To his nose that is moist and cold; Just love that would follow me where Igo Though down to the depths I fall, Just dog, plain dog, since you want to know, That's all! “Just dog—philosorhe:, lover, friend, Unwavering, hone:i true, With deep affection that hos no end Whatever [ say or do; Just dog, who'll stick till his bones ars dust Whaever the path J jog, Just understanding and perfect trust, !Just Dog!” Kerea Gold Mine for Japan. The total output of the Korean mines Inst year, exceeded 15,000,000 yen ($7,500,000). - This amount is far greater than the gold ‘production. of the mother country, says the-East and West News.’ The three largest gold mines: in. Korea—Unsan, . Suan: and Changsong—are managed by forelgn- ers. The largest gold mine entirely di- rected by, Japanese is the Asano, in Su- nan district, South Pyongando. Ken- song mine.in.the same province, man- aged by the Furukawa. firm, is equally prosperous, - Hoichang .mine,:in Song: chon. district, is ‘deveJoping. greatly. Mest of the gold ore produced ' in Korea goes. to Japan: for refinement, but a refinery has recently been’ built at Chinnampo ‘that ‘will save some of these shipments, Lion Rampart Not Scottish Flag. John C. Black, ‘convener of the St. Andrew society, Glasgow, in a letter to Q correspondent, points qut; that. the lion rampant’ is not the Scottish flag. It Is the banner of the king of Scots, and as such is quartered in the Brit- ish royal iarms. “The Scottish national naval and military flag is the white saltire of St. Andrew ‘on a blue field, Just as the red cross of St. George on a white field is the national banner of England. Mr. Black accordingly sub- mits that the Scottish national saltire is the only proper flag to put on sale, should a Scottish flag day on behalf of Scottish troops eventuate in London.— Dundee Advertiser. 6 ADonsnce of the North Aantic 6y RANDALL PARRISA Bs fit of “NY LADY of the NORTH," PAID of fhe FOREST,” ETC. “OHAPTER I. A Yacht Party. So many items bearing upon: those strange adventures which have lately befallen"me have found publication in the newspapers, oftentimes distorted and untrue, and resulting in letters of inquiry from friends, induce me now to white out the tale while the inel- dents. remain fresh in memory. In- deed, I'owe' the ‘truth not only to my- self but even more to her who so bravely shared with me those. days and nights of peril, The earlier passion of my. life was the sea, and, whén others of my age were grinding, away.. through ‘their courses in collégg, I was apprenticed to the merchant’ service In a fleet owned by my father, trading between New ‘York and -northern European ports, Loving the work, and, possibly, assisted by the. fact: that - ‘IT was my father’s sons,’ I 'rose rapidly, until licensed as captain of steam, and as-| signed» to command the Vutcan, a freighter of 3,000 tons. At thirty, how- ever, the novelty and fuscination of a sen life censed its attraction, and when my father died sufficient property be- came my. share from the estate to en- able my resigning this command, and retiring permanéntly from ‘the service. Circumstances, unnecessary now to re- late, caused me to make permanent home in Chicago, where I soon became engrossed in business, finding my sole recreation in yachting, upon the Great Lakes, Such: were the rather com- monplace surroundings of my life, when, at thirty-seven, adventure sud- denly called me out into the unknown. Nothing Could have been more unex- pected than the occasion which took me to New York. Cuarrington—Gerald Carrington, the Copper King—had just placed his new stenm yacht, the Esme- ralda, in commission, and was eager to christen it-by’a run‘across to the ports of Spain. He wrote urging me to’become one of the party. “The temp- tation was irresistible, for, as. I knew Mrs.. Carrington, was in Europe, the guests on board, weuld undoubtedly.all be men, and probably congenial. fel- lows. ‘A bachelor myself, the long hours at sea had Icft‘me unaccustomed’ to the society of yee whose presence I avoided whens! fr possible. Hence, I accepted Cartington’s favitation’ im- mediately by. witR,; hastily packed the few things. necessary for. the. trip, and, unaceompanicil even, by a valet, caugh' the Twentieth Century, for New York. Carrington:lived on Long Island, and I talked with himion thephone. There were to be twel¥e:in the party, the names . of. two, who’ were, former ‘ac- quaintances, alone .belug inentioned in our brief conversation. The yacht was lying ‘at , Tompiinsyilte provisioned, and ready for: thé’sea. Ge must be on board ‘by, three ‘o'clock the following day, and }:2 gave me quite explicit in- structions as to the best mode of reach- ing the vessel. An accident to the ferry ‘caused me to miss the local train which I bad an- ticipated taking the next morning, and i was consequently. the last of our yachting party to arrive at Tompkins- ville. The others were already safely aboard when I hurried across the gang- plank, to receive the cordial welcome of. Carrington, who, immediately or- dered the_vessel_snder_way, The ‘the six o’clock meal. COPYRIGHT AC Me CLG be CO. guests must have been. gathered on the. upper deck, enjoying the excitement of departure, for I caught no glimpse of anyone on board, excepting some mem- bers of the crew, as the steward led me to the cabin assigned to ‘my use during the voyage. Even the brief view I had obtained of the boat impressed me strongly, both with its beauty and seagoing qualities, I was sailor enough to ap- preciate all this at a glance. The Esmeralda was a steam yacht, schoo- ner rigged aloft, of over fifteen hun- dred: tons, constructed for deep-water cruising, well manned, and able to com- bat the storms of any ocean. T opened the door and emerged into the main cabin. It was deserted, ex- cept for a walter or*two attired in white jackets who had covered a long table suspended by stanchions from the ‘deck beams above, and were spreading it with snowy linen in preparation for Never had J seen “a more cozy, homelike interior. Forward,-an open passage, guarded only by ‘silently swinging doors, led. to the steward’s pantry, and various storerooms beyond, while beside this opening a broad, brass-railed stairway led easily to the upper deck. Sunlight touched the edge of the companionway, and flickered down through a half- opened skylight above, yielding cheer- fulness to the scene, yet inviting to the open air. whom I was destined to companion on this voyage ucross summer seas, No passengers were visible on the deck, yet this mystery was soon ex-| || plained as I stepped to one side and glanced aft. The cabin projection was not high, yet sufficiently so to break the force of the headwind, and besides was far enough advanced to give ample’ deck space at the stern.. Here an awning had been erected, and beneath its sheiter were gathered the vessel’s guests. I recognized but three in the group — Carrington, red-faced and white-haired, a cigar gripped in his teeth, giving some instructions to the steward; Fosdick, tall, slim, thin- lipped, a lawyer well known to cor porations who desired to-keep just within legal restrictions, sat at a table, his hand. fingering a half-filled glass while he talked to the men opposite; and McCann, fat, good-natured, ‘born to his father’s millions, who ‘amused himself’ by the’ pretense of belng a broker, interrupting the game of cards t| fa“ Which: He, was” éngaged™ with @hree’ others, to’ tell the latest story of the street. ‘Personally I cared. little for belther of. these: men, yet had. known both, ina way, for: some time. ; ‘The others,: judging from the outward ap- pearances, had been recruited from about the same class—business ac- quaintances of Carrington no doubt. I went forward, greeting those whom I knew, and being duly presented to the others, Whatever they might have been in business way, and for that I cared absolutely nothing, they proved them- selves a most companionable bunch of fellows to meet. The memory of that first meal in the snug after cabin of the Esmeralda re- mains a most pleasant recollection. The cabin had been darkened, and the soft light of a swinging lamp gleamed back from snowy: damask and glitter- ine silver, The center was banked with stitute on our own tables commodities which cannot be exported for those Robbing the Cradle “servation in the shadow of a small ,| moment against the light, turnetl once breathing in the fresh night air. As J I would meet those with|- -| con away off to the southeast. *| rail, vanishing immediately behind the flowers, @ was perfection, and the chef was evidently. genius. We lingered over the wine and cigars, the conversation drifting where it would, I believe I was among the first to leave the table and return outside, and as my inclination was to remain alone and enjoy the calm of the night, I ven- tured forward along the deserted deck, until I found fancied security from ob- boat. The others, as they emerged later from the companion, outlined a again aft, and resumed their old places. Nothing occurred to break the mo- notony, and finally, wearying of it all, I went below, being in no mind to join at games with the others. I was soon asleep. Some dormant sense of seamanship, aroused to new life, perhaps, by my brief watch on deck, must have awak- ened me. For I sat up in bed, con- scious that the vessel’s motion had ceased. All was silent; no jar shook the keel,‘no footsteps sounded on the deck above, I switched on the electric light, and glanced at my watch; it was slightly after midnight. Through the open port nothing was visible but the dark waters, and the far-off gleam of a light, alternating in flashes of white, I did not know enough of this coast line to identify the signal, yet it was plainly evident we were some distance from land. Why the Esmeralda had stopped her engines was no special concern of mine, and I lay down again. But sleep would not.return. I tossed and turned, and| ’ finally arising in sheer desperation, hastily donned my clothes. The after cabin was deserted, dimly lighted by one shaded electric globe, beneath which the brass stair rails‘shone dully, I emerged on the deck, gratefully stood there, a man descended the lad- der from the bridge, entered the chart- house and switched on a light. In the “uanything Going-Wrong?” 1 Asked. momentary gleam I recognized the face of the second officer, and when he :final- ly came out again, I crossed the deck so'as to intercept him. - “Anything going wrong, Mr. Seeley?” I asked, “You have stopped the en- gines.” “He stared at me through the dark, blinded still perhaps by the glare of the chartroom, and unable to recog- nize my strange voice. Yet he was a yachtsman, trained above all to cour- tesy. “Nothing serious, sir,” he announced, civilly enough. “The engines are new, and not well adjusted yet; a bit of shaft went wrong, and has to be re- paired.” He turned away, but at that instant my eyes caught the flashing of a bea- “What light is that out yonder, Mr. Sceley? We must. be well beyond Ea- ton?” He glanced in the direction indi- cated. “Those white flashes? That is Old- fleld point, sir. Are you acquainted with these waters?” “Not intimately, although: I retain some memory of the charts. I saw merchants’ service on the old Atlas line.” _ “A fine line that,” he acknowledged heartily. “I made my first voyage, as cabin. boy, on the Mohawk. You are Mr. Hollis, I presume, sir. I overheard Mr. Carrington tell Captain ‘Turner you were to be one.of the party aboard. Well, good night; sir; I ‘must make certain the watch is awake.” He touched his cap courteously, and disappeared beneath the shadow of the bridge, leaving me ‘again alone, unde- cided whether to return pelow, or. en- deavor. to walk-off my sleeplessness. I scarcely know what idle curiosity.led me to stroll along-the. narrow deck space, around the cabin to the loung- ing place at the stern. I stopped sud- denly in surprise, staring across at the opposite-rail, questioning the evidence my own eyes. There, clearly out- ned in the star glimmer, was plainly revealed the figure of & woman. Some instinct of fear, or, perchance, a slight sound of approach, must: have apprised her of my near presence, for she turned instantly toward. me, bending slightly forward, her face visible in the shad- ow; and-then, before I ‘could elther move or speak, she fled along the port protection of the cabin. I felt sure that her parted lips had uttered a quick exclamation, and her. startled ef- fort at escape was suffictent to urge me to. pursue... Who could she bei Why was she here on board the Esme ralda?- Above all, why should she be 80 eager to escape observation? I ran forward across the deck, and quickly explored the passage between the cabin and rail. It was clearly vis- ible in the bright eer aita but the MONDAY,. AUGUST. 13,-3 nothing, the cabin remained: qui deserted.. Not a shadow tewarded my search, elther on the open deck, of be low. Yet surely this was no: dream, no hallucination, no mere vision of the night. The woman had actually bees . there; I had seen. her plainly. “enough; had: even ‘heard'the echo of-her votca There was then a woman on\board— a woman who sought to hide from ob servation; who ventured on deck: only when she thought Itentirely deserted, and who fled in fright from discovery, T even felt a vague impression of hes personality—she was’ young, slender of form, Wressed in ‘some shimmering gray stuff, a light, fluffy scarf conceal ing her hair. There was nothing more to 40 then, although. I. -prowled. about for some time ‘peering into dark corners, and turning the matter over and. over .in my mind. It, must have been nearly daybreak before I fell asteep again in my own stateroom, nor did T, awaken until the steward announced .the Tast breakfast call, by a vigorous, rapping on my door. . Carrington was seated alone. ‘at the table when I entered the cabin, linger- ing over his-coffee, and he remained to keep me company, ‘seemingly In a gen- ial mood in spite of the delay. “He lit a cigar, and leaned comfort ably back in his chair, looking amlably across at me through the blue haze of smoke, “Rather nice bunch of fellows for a cruise, don’t you think?” “Quite so, although I only knew two previously.” “Yes—Fosdick and McCann. “The others are either. bankers -or. brokers; fellows I meet ‘every day or.s0in my business, you know. You have never done much in’ stocks?” : I shook my head. i “My business education was in an entirely different school,” I said qui- etly, ighoring. his. lead, ,, “My. father never. speculated.” “I know his feelings on that subject,” and Carrington chuckled, as: though at a pleasant memory. “I never advocate speculation myself, but’ have never shown any qualms" of ‘ consclence against betting on a sure thing. Per- haps we can discuss this later—before our voyage ends.” “This, then, Is more of a business than a pleasure tH, sir?” He. Lit .a.Cigar and, Leaned Comfort _ ably Back in Hie Chair. He laughed, watching the smoke rings.rise lazily in‘the alr. “Well, hardly that, my boy. My. hos Pitality is not to be so strictly limited, However, no doubt, we shall discuse some matters of business importance before our return. By the way, you have some ‘idle money, I hear?” “Not'a large ‘sum: at’ present, al- ae {t-1s true I control some capt Carrington pushed back his chats and arose to his feet. “That is of no immediate impor tance,”.he said.carelessly. “But in my Judgment, we are not far away from's great opportunity in finance, when ft Will pay well to be on the inside. It may. interest you to know that a cop per pool is being organized.” “I suspected as much; you have some news?” “Exceedingly important news. ' Lie ten, Hollis, this 1s strictly confidential and worth your thinking it over. Only two.men on board know the truth. There will be war in Europe—the big- gest war ever known in history—within a month. Do you.realize what that will mean, for instance, to copper?” “I can imagine, sir. . But if we are on the verge of-such a sudden ris¢ in market value, why do you leave ' New York for a long voyage?” Carrington smiled, stroking his, gray tnustache. “A natural question, perhaps coming from one not~ acquainted with my methods,” he answered gootl-humored- ly. “Because I prefer to be thought out of it. Everybody on the street is aware that I am.at sea.’ I: thus escape being interviewed, importuned for information. I am unsuspected of being where I can manipulate the: mar- ket. The Esmeralda’ is equipped with @ powerful wireless outfit, and we have on board the most expert operator to be procured in New York. I shall be in direct communication with my office every hour of the day and night. Tomorrow, once safely. beyond Point Judith, I shall explain my plan; mean- while, Hollis, think tt over.” He turned toward the stairs, but I stopped him, more deeply interested in something else than in his rather vague financial scheme. The girl on board; was It possible she could have any con- nection with this affair? “By the way,” I spoke with an as- bared of carelessness, “Mrs, Car- ington, I understand, is at it in Europe?” wes “Yes, in Switzerland; I have cabled her that she had better return as ne ished. 1 reached the steps’ ‘the steps ai the com. panion, and gazed down through ths as_London. at once”. .