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Winnipeg Helena Chicago ... Swift Current Kansas City . San Francisco ORRIS W. ROBER' TS, Meteorologist. ireat men too often have % *% ° % greater faults than little men oY & can ands room for —Landor. NO PEACE NOW. Those who are crying for “peace by negotiation” would have us believe all that is necessary to end the war Is for representat of the belligerents to gather around a council table. Unfortunately for their theory his- “tory shows “peac conferences” are often the seed plots of new wars. Probably a majority of the devas- tating. wars which have racked 1u- rope for centuries originated in the patched up treaties of peace, in which greedy, short sighted kings and dipio- mats bartered away the rights of peo- ples and parcelled out national terri- tory as so much real estate. On the other. hand, “peace by vic- tory” or “unconditional surrender’ usually settles things for good. We have to go no further than our own civil war. »It Lineoln had listened to the cop- perheads. of his time ‘and' made peace, this continent would be split in twain between two republics armed to the teeth and ready to spring at each oth- ver’s throats on the slightest irritation. _ But he preferred peace with vic- tory, and today the vanquished as well ‘as the victors rejoice that the thing was settled forever. It has not ibeen five years since a horrible and bloody war sprang from a peace conference called to make a “peace by negotiation.” The first Balkin war did not go to a logical conclusion because of the financial exhaustion of the belliger- ents, the outbreak of cholera in Thrace and the threat of intervention ‘by the big powers. The diplomats of the warring states met in conference at London to patch up a “peace by negotiation.” It was a typical diplomatic gathering. All the high grade international crooks, burglars and second story men were there—either in the conference or lobbying around it. A peace which was a compromise of greedy desires, absolutely unrelated to justice, raciai or national integrity or the economic interests of the people was patched up. > The ink was hardly dry on the treaty of London before a second and ‘more deadly war broke out among the - former allies, Turkey again butted in and Rumania hastened to jump on Bulgaria after she was down, and loot the loser. Another patched up treaty was then negotiated—and although it was more “conclusive than the first it settled Rothing—it was a compromise of con- flicting avarice. Austria was the sin- ister figure in-the background of this second ‘peace by negotiation” and in the treaty of Bucharest were sowed the seeds which a year later sprouted into the war of the world. Do we want any more “peace by. negotiations” to be followed up a few montis later by a new war—with a new line-up of nations? “Peace by negotiation” is one of the ‘tavorite phrases of the motley ele- ments which are trying to paralyze the strong right arm of America and avert the doom of Prussianism. If this war is a war of democracy against despotism—a final struggle of -Western liberty against oriental slav- ery—the Armageddon of civilization against oarbarism—then “peace by negotiation” can only be compared to a truce between Christ and the devil The holy book tells us that Satan took Christ up onto a high mountai:. and proposed a peace by negotiation— pd the answer or ae pavior was war tothe knife. jth Piaaa 4 “T come not to cle peace but a sword,” said Jesus, when spose of the conflict of fight and iwror If this is a war between aonnbay and despotism—it is the final strug- gle. The two forces have met on countless fields for thousands of yess But in all past ages there were un- civilized countries, peopled by tree barbarians who renewed the fight for freedom and builded up new civil.za- tions based on the idea of individus) liberty. Today there are none such. The whole world is in the death grap ple and democracy must win or perish forever. There will never be “another chance” for democratic principles it =| Prussia dominates the world and sets up her system in western Europe. The best proof of that is the con- duct of the German people today—still docile and obedient—heeding not the frightful tribute the, 2 venJered to their masters—unstirred by the Russian revolution—blind to what ali the rest of the world s written mM flame across the skies, which portend the dawn of human brother4ood or the sunset of civilization. The Gérman spirit is wot a survival of a dead past—it is not the tast stand of a doomed idea. In the nineteenth century the ‘philosophy of despotism —of the “superman”—gatherea tresn strength. While the world at large dasked in calm and dreamed universal cemoc- racy and peace, in Germany ani eise- where the doctrines of imperialism acquired fresh vigor. W a tT. ‘Stead, who perished on the Titanic, foresaw this menace 17 years ago when he wrote this remaristh.2 proph- ecy: ; “The bloody doctrines of Niztzsche have painted the suns+t skies ci the nineteenth century all too red, herald- ing a yet more crimson dawn.” SOME PROBLEM. It looks as if Uncle Sam had, in the exemption ‘matter, got to be wiser than Solomon himself. In ruling on the marriage exemp- tions, Gen. Crowder says: “Such dependency ordinarily ren- ders discharge advisable because, since the drafted person loses civil income and thus loses his means of support, the wife is left without sup, port, and this lack of support is the effect which the act aims to avoid.” This would exempt pretty near all the poor men’s married sons, would- n't it? ‘And, in ruling on ‘well-to-do and rich men’s sons, Gen. Crowder pre- sents, as ground for refusing dis- charge, this: “Where, the parents or other rela- tives of the wife or the husband are «ble, ready and willing to provide ade- quate support for her and children, ‘it ant, “adriti¢’ tlie’ ‘absence of the Shute band.” “Able, ready and willing.” The mat- ter depends wholly .on-the genuine- ness of the patriotism of these “par- ents and other relatives.” We violate no confidence in saying that parents marrying: g@ their children do not readily “Become willing to support them. Indeed, the temperature of the national patriotism can be discovered, to-a fair extent, by observing how many of the “able” parents express their willingness to support the de- pendents of their sons and sons-in- law. , ‘A big part of the problem seems to be to get up an army without taking young married men who are too poor to go to war’and without the scions of those “able” families that are un- willing to resume support of their children. There sure is reason for the sweat that’s on Gen. Crowder’s brow. MUST WAKE UP. If; doesn’t; look like war in this town, does it—except for an occasion- al parade or brass band, or a flag raising, or something of that sort. True, there is the Red Cross agita- tion and the Liberty bonds—but there are no ruined: homes, nor torpedoed skyscrapers, and our streets are just as they were before, and we go out to our lunches as we always did. The war is on the other side of the ocean, we say. So it is. we are really in the fight until some of our own boys come back from the trenches to be taken care of by the government or by their own friends, until they are:ready to go back. Perhaps then we will understand that France Js on her knees—and that England may. soon: be hungry—ana that if we don't wake up, from our sleep soon we will. not be paying for’ Liberty bonds, but for war indemni- ties. “Mike,” says tie kaiser, “take the reins, will yez.” “Bill,” says Mike, “1 can't drive.” “Never mind,” says Bill, “Ym here.” Of what good are the opinions of new war ministers in Germany, if the kaiser remains obstinate? The British praise the Turks as their most chivalrous foes. Well, look whom they're comparing them with. They're cutting pies so small these days, portions are becoming slices. And we prob-|, ably won't wake up to the fact that] ‘rf! ‘ SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I—Robert Hollis,: one-time sea captain, who tells the story, is a guest on Gerald Car tone yacht, Es- meralda. It is su to be & “bag” pos pe and Hollis is e1.1,-rised on discover- Ing @ woman, who evidcntly wishes to re- main unknown, aboard, CHAPTER Ji—Hollis, the next night, succeeds in having an interview with the woman. She merely tells him her name is Vera. CHAPTER IiI—Carrington tells his guests of the coming war, and that ae is engineering a copper po: _ CHAPTER IV. The Wreck of the Esmeralda. We passed the greater part’ of. the day below, and long before night came, | a heavy, sweeping rain set in and-kept us there, I never recalled a more*blind- ing, disagreeable storm at this season of the year, and in those waters, al- sea accompanying it. The smother, however, made it safer to proceed at half-speed, and the lookouts forward: were doubled, It seemed a long evening, as I was! in no spirit for cards, and discussion was altogether about the war, and the projected copper pool. Carrington received several messages in further. proof that the affair was already well under way, but he made no other at- tempt to arouse my interest. By ten thirty I had retired to my stateroom, Yet even there, and when partly dis-| robed, a temptition to explore the decks again assailed me. I unscrewed the port and glanced out, the cold rain driving hard against my face. Nothing could be seen; I stared into.an impen- etrable black wull, There was evi- dently nothing to do but remain where I was, and I closed the port and lay down in the berth, I do not know what aroused me, but I sat up suddenly, wide awake, a strange, ill-defined fear clutching. af! my heart. What was it I had heard1! a cry? a blow on the deck above? . Had, I really heard anything, or was if ADomance of he North Aifantic 4y RANDALL PARRISAL Ly k of "MY LADY of the NORTH,” MAID though there was very little wind or|: merely the echo of a dream? The; stateroom was dark as Erebus, but ]/ got my feet over the edge of the berth, and switched on the electric ligtit. Even as I stood thus, my hand stil on the switch, someone ran swiftly across; the deck directly overhead, and a voice wavered out: “Port, sir! Hard aport—my God!” There was a startling crash forward, the awful-sound of crushing iron and splintered timbers. I was flung hend- long against the partition, barely sav- ing myself by outstretched hands, but falling bruised: and.-helplessy to the deck, The electric flashed out instaat- ly, but’ a dull gleam from without streamed through the glass of the port. It was a ghastly green light, and 1 recognized it at once as the port lan- tern of the ship which had rammed us: Before I could get to my feet even, still dazed and trembling from the shock, | the ghastly green radiance began to re- cede. Rage took the place of fear— the dirty murderer was backing off! was leaving us to sink! I clawed ‘my | way across the stateroom, seeking to gain view without, but could perceive little. The glass was dimmed with wolsture, and through it I could see ‘the FOREST," ETC. merely the circle: roti green light reveal- ing the’ outline “6f: a ‘high bow.’ No other gleam was vigible,’ but above me a ‘man cursed © hoarsely, \“and.>then screamed out some order, which 1 could not distinguish. All this was the work of ‘an’ instant. What had occurred.was as clear to. my! mind: as though I had actually, wit: nessed the scene from the deck above. A great steel steamer, a tramp, no doubt, from its darkened decks,yhad plunged out of the blackness, and rammed her bow:straight into us. The contact must ‘have been well’forward, J Was Flung‘Head!ong Against the Partition. meay the bridge. We were going dowb by the head; already I could, perceive the list, the deck: underfoot "was tilt- ing; ‘the ‘engines ‘had -ceased’to throb, as. though .the, inflow of water hag reached the boilers.’ Feet. serambled -along the dack, overhead voices yelled; and I could hear the ereaking of boat tackle, Working, desperately in. the, dark, searcely able no’ ito, keep feet ‘on the slanting planks, I ‘hastily drew on what bits of. clothing I could find at‘ hand, | and felt my way-blihdly to the door. It was jammed, but-I kicked, it.open, and stumbled forth: Into, the'main cab: in, clinging to tie.door frame‘in-order to retain my feet.) The. stateroom doors stood ‘wide-open, but).no living |: being was visible, All who survived that first shock must have fled ito the deck in mad struggle, ‘to e&cape. Ay, and there was despt éihite” need for me to join them. ‘The Esmeralda was go- ing. down; slready her forward hold was filled with water, the. bulkheads alone keeping her .aftoat; once they gave way, she would: sink like a stone. I crossed the cabin} hinds and| knees, clawing my. way desperately through the litter until’ I'attained the stairs. These*no longér led up, but forward.’ ‘Beyond wis utter’ blackness, ailence ; and through the shattered door drops of rain splashed. It was not until I had made my way to the outer deck, and felt the night air): and rain on my face,, that J truly awoke! 2a iv es oer forward was so sharp, I’dare not lease my‘ grasp of the rail. I could acarcely. see anything; not a Mght burned, not even a distant star glim- mered; the driving rain blinded me, and soaked through my shirt to the [core sl skin, I scarcely dared‘ ‘move, for to release my grip was to slide down. into the black water, into the riffle of/’spars/ and ropes forward. It was all, horror. and death that way, but from aft, un-} der the awning, a sound: of excited voices reached my ears, and: the. rasp of boat tackle. No doubt all on:board, who lived, were there, seeking: -'to | escape. They had sprung for. the open deck at the first alarm, not eyen.wait- ing to dress, and, If I would foln': ‘them, there. was not an instant to lose; The after bulkhead could not hold; long; ; any moment, any unusual roll: of the , sea, would,rend it asunder; and the | Esmeralda Would sink, Life hung’ on seconds; nor would those frightened wretches wait to learn the fate of any: others on board. : Cliinging to every projection of the cabin, I attained the port raij, but even as I attempted the first step, a voice called to me from out the black depths below, and I hung there, star- ying behind me, unabifp to perceive a , thing, excepting a Mtter of tangled ' wreckage. “Don't leave me! Give me a hand.” “Who are you?” “McCann; you are Hollis, ain't you?” “Yes; are you hurt?” “No;, bruised a bit, no doubt; my | foot is caught under a spar.” ‘ “Alone?” “The second mate fell with me; he’s down below—dead, I guess.” It was no small job getting to him, using the -slippery rail for a ladder, and I was knee deep in water when I finally found “foothold tn the riffie, ; and rolled the spar off the imprisoned |limb. He was lying flat on the deck, ; his head barely free of the waves, but j was able to clutch the nearest stan- chion and haul himself up to the pro- i tection of the rail. His face was but /a blurred outline, although I could i perceive the glimmer of a white shirt, I stared beyond him into the ‘black | silence, “You say Seeley is down there?” “I fell on top of him,” the words searcely audible, “He was trying to get into the cabin, when he lost his grip. I tried to catch him, and he took me along. Say,” he was breathing hard, “do you know if there was a irl ‘on board?” “Yes, there is, I met her night be- fore last on deck. Did Seeley tell you ‘where she was hidden?” ‘ “In a storeroom, next to the stew- ard’s* pantry ; he sald the door was locked.” Desperate as our own situation was, all” thought of personal danger left me in’a-sidden realization of the awful horror fronting her, almost under our very feet." I gripped McCann by the nust get her out of there,” I “Come on .with me.” “Where? Down—down there?” :“¥es, of: course, you are,a man, I take it. The lantern is still burning, and. we have a chance, Come now, wake up, McCann—we are Americans, and: it is women first, you know." If he was a coward, he had no wish to let it be known, although the sud- denness of disaster had broken his nerve. The words spoken, the tone of my voice, touched his pride, his real manhood. “Ah, you’re right, Hollis,” he said heartily, and the grip of his hand tightened. “I’m no seaman; I hate the sea, but no one ever'called a McCann a quitter, I'll go as far as you, and we'll get that girl out, or drown to gether.” i; I was climbing the rail before he fin- iahed, reckless of all else except the PRoF. WALLIAM +rOWEN TZ OLLERY, Word's FAMOUS TRICK ARTIST, rE De ve” conffonting te” The face’ ito the Tanger Tie Rot Oe Fact girl’ whose hand.I:had held in’ mine fader the light of the stars, seemed to ree before me, her,eyes pleading for help. ‘Nae vision urged me forward. 1, knowpot .what.atrength,or skill en- abled me‘to swing from the rail and grip the cabin front, but I hung there with one hand, my feet finding slight support on the slippery slope of the deck, and reaching back,.gave McCann support, while he also made desperate ‘passage-(o Wie saiety of The compan- fon, An instant later I was beside hini, ang we crept together down the in- verted stairs. Phe frightfulness of our position be- ¢gme more evident as we advanced. ‘he dead bodies, the smashed furnt- ture, the horrid swaying of the hulk beneath us, suspended, we had to use the forward wall as a floor, crawling through the litter, made” us feel that certain death must end the adventure. Tiere was a look in the deck below— for what purpose it had beep placed there I do not know—but it gave me foothold, enabling me to kneel. t “ “Here, McCann, climb to my shoul ders,” I ordered, “‘and take down the lantern, Quick now; I'll hold you all right.” t His face was ghastly, and he obeyed as though he moved tn his sleep. Ev- ery muscle in me felt the strain, but T held him, straightening out my body, and balancing myself, until his uplift- ed hands gripped the light. “Have you got it?” “Yes; let me down slowly.” “all right; hang on to it for your life—now.” My arms gave under the strain, and g sudden surge of the sodden wreck, but he held to an end of the overturned plano, the light still. burning feebly, threatening every instant to flicker out. I caught and steadied it, turning up the wick, and casting the faint glimmer along the passage leading to the steward’s pantry. * I slipped down, gripping the lantern, the dim, smoky glow of which made the passage visible. The pantry door stood open; indeed, I doubt if it had a door, but everything else was closed. McCann was just above me, and I sung out to ‘him to hold fust; then, the lan- tern wire gripped in my teeth, I low- ered myself the full length of my arms. This brought the water to my knees, while the lodged chairs were a foot or two below. As I hung there, dreading the plunge, my eyes were directed op- posite the pantry, and the gleam of the lantern glittered on fhe blade of a hatchet just inside the door. Never was a tool more welcome, “Hold tight above there,” I managed to. ejaculate through closed lips. “What ‘are you going to do?” “Swing in toward the door on the right—there is a hatchet lying there.” With feet braced against the oppo- site wall, J forced my way across, mak- ing three efforts before my fingers finally gripped the hatchet handle. Clinging with-one- hand, I thrust the tool into my belt, fully prepared now to let go. CHAPTER V. The Rescue of Vera. “Take this lantern, McCann,” I called, and held’it up to him, “I'll need both my hands free. Hold it'as low as Possible. Now, here goes!’ I did not pray audibly, but a prayer was in my hegrt, as I released my grip on the rug and took the plunge. The first chair crumpled | beneath my weight, but by good luck the second held just long enough to enable me to grip the latch of the door and cling tight. The slant of the deck gave one groping foot precartous purchase on the threshold, although water swept nearly to my waist, and for a moment I tottered there, helpless to do more than merely sustain my position. The noise made. by this struggle must have been heard within, for I became aware of water splashing, and a fist pounded the door. “Help! Is that you, Mr. Seeley?” “No,” I answered, nerved to new effort by the sound of her voice, and the knowledge that I had indeed locat- ed the right spot, and found her still alive. “This is Hollis. Is the door locked?” “Yes, Mr. Seeley has the key; you must. be quick—the water is already above my waist.” “No time for keys, then,” I said. ‘| “Stand back until I cut a way in. Throw your light down, McCann—ay, that's better!” The latch of the door was forward; I could cling to it, and have my right hand free with which to wield the hatchet, keeping both feet wedged on the threshold. The light was the mer- est glimmer, yet sufficient to reveal the paneling of the door, and I hacked at this fiercely, exerting the full strength of my arm. A dozen blows splintered the upper panel, and then I sent the keen blade crashing down- ward, gouging out great chunks and splinters yotil a jagged passage had been. made, sufficiently large for the passage of a body. The water was deeper in the cabin than in the open- ing, drenching me nearly to the arm- pits, McCann ‘called in ‘warning, his voice cracked with a terror he could no longer control. “Wait; Pll be there In a minute!” I shouted back, my only fear lest he de- sert us, The bulkhead still held; this torrent was water which had found other entrances; no doubt it would eventually increase in volume and sink the vessel, yet there was still ample time for us to escape. There would be noe sudden plunge while that bulkhead held. “are you all right, Miss Vera?” 1} - asked anxiously. Can. you see me?” “Yea; I am clinging to the ber Gler voice was excited but clear. “The water is up to my shoulders. Is the ‘pening sufficient?” “For you, I think, ff you can make It alone. I should have to knock out another panel to get through myself.” “There is no time for that, and no need. I’m coming now; watch out.” “Where are you? he lantern. dangling from Me- iCann’s hand abovi could ‘see hothing, ye 8 and ‘this assist in dragging her into the Jagged. opening.’ The water, surgingé-te-. the: \sedden:-roll of the doomed: yacht,.and now dammed by her body, poured ‘over us -both in suffocat- ing volume, but the struggle was only for a moment, and:then I had the. girl safely. clasped: ‘in, my arms, her head elevated well’ ubove the receding flood. js@103p. ‘the: rug,” I ordered, as at her: light form upward, “It felp you creep: up. the slope of the p on, baek, McCann, with the Jantern ever ‘tind meth find a way | out.” 9 She possessed vil fami nerve and strerigth for tlie '¢ffor There was no , hesitancy, no word. of protest. Silent- ly, inch by inch, shé fought her way aft, her feet slipping:on the wet planks, but her ‘fingers gripping desperately at the sustaining .cloth. I could see only the-outlitie of: ‘her revealed against the gleam’ of theJantgrn, as McCann clambered upward in advance. I could hear the..gr the strain;"and ‘realized ‘that the tim- bers could not long: hofdagainst the immense sweight.’: Suddenly the fear had come:into my’heart ; not until then had I paused to think—effort’ had ob- scured all conception of danger; but waiting there.in that black hell, the creaking of timbers in my ears, the wa- ter ciutching my throat, the full hor- ror of it overwhelmed me with sudden terroz, My God! Surely we could not have accomplished all’ this; and still be doomed to die like rats in a hole, At least we must reach the open deck, and have a chance to fight. for life under the stars. Yet, once I had attained “the cabin, all this left me. Ghastly as the wreck of that interlor appeared, the wider space brought back to me the seaman’s courage. ‘There was hope yet, She Possessed Sufficient Nerve and Strength for the Effort. an opportunity to fight. McCann had dropped the'lantern on the overturned plage, ‘and’ was ‘irattig’ tlie ‘git) “for- ward toward the stairs; Terror made him oblivious to everything except a wad desire to escape, but she was glancing back, as though in search for me. T clambered to: my, knees. amid the litter of furniture, and snatched up the light harely in time to keep ‘it from smashing on the deck. “Tam all right,” T called confidently. “Get outside both of you as quick as you can.” Never in all. my life have I experi-. enced the same sense of relief as when T stumbled out of that companion onto the open deck, and felt the night air in my nostrils; yet not until then did my brain truly grasp the desperate na- ture of our situation. The gleam of the lantern revealed the sharp slope of the deck, and the surge of water churn- ing from rail to rail scarce a dozen feet away; the riffle of tangled spars and ropes to port under which I knew lay dead bodies; the smashed bulwarks, and a wrecked small boat hanging stern down from a davit, with a man’s arm and head dangling. All about us the night and sea was black as ink— not a glow anywhere except a , Single white gleam far away to starboard like a distant star. “It was not a star—it .was far too close to the horizon—be- yond doubt it was a masthead Nght on thé steel monster which had run us down. I held the lantern behind my body, and stared out through the void at the faraway spark—it was no more than a pin-prick, barely visible across miles of open water, and growing fainter each second, -I rend the whole meaning, despair clutching my heart, The vessel had waited and picked up the Esmeralda’s bogts; believing she then Mad.on board all, who lived, she had resumed her voyage. ‘We were alone, deserted, in the midst of the dead, possibly without even a chance to’ save ourselves from golng down ‘with the sodden wreck. But if there should be a chance there Temained not an Instant to lose, I flashed the light about Into the face of McCann and the girl, the man white and haggard, his eyes ‘us dull ag though he had taken an opiate, absolutely stu- pefied with fear, But the girl! In the gleam of the lantern her eyes met mine, full of questioning, but feariess. She must have seen, und understood jalso, for she called to me, clinging to ithe rafl to keep her footing, her loow ened hair flapping tn the wind. “aheyurescaving Gs, MP. Hollis? Is mot, that_the steamer out theret” (C ‘ontinued tomorrow) Begin Day Right—Smile. if vou are a fellow wor It is your human duty to begin the day with a smile. If you are an employer it is ten times more. your duty to smile— in your own interest as Well is in the interest of those whom ‘you employ. Begin the day right. Smile. es er ae | ———_—