Evening Star Newspaper, May 8, 1921, Page 64

==——""7]!is done by rope-haul. slow., and olrl-‘ loving you isn't enough. I'm not if fashioned. We are going (o run the | Sure that you would take life seri- new road clear across this valley and [ ously, or. for that matter, marriage — up into the lower flanks of the|or me! Every one in New York thinks | Mar where the new mines are.|that you are an adorable good-for- Now. Pug. listen to me. We sent one | nothing. who never will do anything . man down there and he failed. The! Worth while. You know, having Magellans got him—literally, 1 mean.” | Speed isn't a guaranty of manliness. Pug's eyes flashed. “You mean they | You've got speed, all right, I'ug dear! shot him? | You go raster than any one on earth. “Something like that. At any rate,| but I want vou to go further —I o Ihe's dead. This isn't an casy job. | WANt you to go all the way By Mildred Cram. L e T ver e Sagetions | | Hetore. you marry me? [first and the mountains afterward. . She nodded. her eves on < face [ The men are down there waiting for | She could not remember naving orders from me—iwo or three young S€€n Pug serious, and it frightened war | fellows like vourself. good engineers, | '}“"'“ ‘r‘“‘-‘ He' was tense in the New York was too small for Ibut mot wi'ling fo take the initiative | (irele of her arms, almost hostile. us . . I can’t guarantec their safety, vou &M% Doy h css had vanis ed With Pug Fairchild [see. Tm'Eaing to send vou down there | his smile. She fancicd for a inomont e ihm‘au,\c 1 think you'll find reom to ‘ h by S ” R .Y il }-:t!.. 1“! er e B — ~ lswing vour wrms 1s ®o?" [{uakce. and eNe sata galnt G ¥ it you ' Pug made of acceptance l,”‘;w; ”\‘\I a }(.v suec £ ILLUSTRATED BY F. C. YOHN. that was a t tasy. He hady LM% you. Make good. I'us no worass st e g all he ' T canghr her hands sadde and managed to say. “Wates me f He & her liands sy = S ————— Then sit down here” his dad said, you % bl sent are EW YORK was too small for | vestiture of manhood and accomplish- | Jr0Y iy Jang tlasih o Just for a moment her smile siruz- Fairchild. It was not ment I AR Thour - later T down the Eled 1o break through and upsct all b ue i “T mean it." he said in a brokeni I ate : |l her dittle convictions, It was net broad cnough. deep enoush. | voreom S} know | this pleasure game | SIS 0F Wi’ East Zhh stresl BOMe eise T resist Pua And i Saddents o et or thick enough | 1ve Turned 1 side out—and the Tin: | &nd sprinted norilnapd to West SN oreirred to her that in rexisting him 1 he | ing's yellow. T want to work. I thifik [Street. pushing Xew Yoryk eut of She was Abing Nim- an Chormous through. Pug was young. and he [{RQ0. 00 ddenly his fact §traight- | Wiy With both eibows, There wis 2 amount of good. No one had cver needed room for action. HWe ¢dmMe .n.q into sober lines and he clenched Sirl He explained breathlessiy t ceriously interfered wiih Pug's con- from Boston with an engineer's de- | his fists. “Oh, dad, give me room to| her manservant tivat he had 1o sec | coption of hapniness, which was sim- g | swing my arms!” {her. and she came down itto the | piy 1o enjoy doing anything at all gree in his pocket and the whole [SWRE T SIS0 yp very abruptly |shadowy drawing room. rather puz- | e Fo N nE Al A% wide world before him. Naturally, |ang went to the window. ‘He looked |zled. very much - dati a litite < so umused by the world se New Y 't go very far. PUug down into the quiet, well groomed afraid becauze it was just possible was anice girl with a throwback e md"-l,\gmam o habit of East Side street where he had erected | that he might be drunk. But hel o Puritanism, she felt that she would RAl dhe 088 T awm partioutar little pedestal of | Wasn't: he was the same Pug. ins | he safer with 2 disciplined Puz, @ Pus Jumping through hoops—every hoop L& SE Do i and success, und the combarably fresh, alert. buoyant and denrived of curiosity, 4 'uz who a new pleasure—without o much as! thought Aashed through his mind | foolish. He snatcied her hands anddearned all the jessons of life ing his toe that Pug had ne conception of what | kissed them. not with passion. bul was a part of her philosophy to dis- Etubbing his 10 righis he told |the struggle meant. what it had to be | with pl S e e s By | i s G “New_ Yarkis il Fisht ssed just sucl hoas land beca she hiad charming hands, ! light-hearted of being careles She his dad, “but there's nothing mu«'h‘He had tossed just h youth asland because sh « s zh carel h Lo Whatever there is to do." his father said, “do it. Then come back {o me and w.-il talk over the business of life.” They shook hands solemniy, and Pug pranced out into the big City looking for action. He got it. You <ee. he had an inexhaustible thirst 5 for life—not life as most men think - life as Tug wanted to live f he encountercd a mew emotion. took it apart znd ezamined the If some one puzaled him—a a philesopher. er & Woman—he always satisfied his curi- seity. It wasn't emough to ride in e subway; he wanted to know who hought of it. to begin with: who Buijit it, and who ran it. He was as xhaustless as a terrier. 1t was cver tao much trouble to find out s most hidden springs of vitality. the very sources of enc TEY. # “Your sen has St it it he wheels. Bum. a waiter i but Vitus' dance.” gome one told Pug's dad. 3O5¢ a1 all.” the old man answered, with a smi; he has the punch. Just now his styvie is cramped. ‘When he has exhausted New York 1 shall open the deor into the wide world and show him out—there ism't reem for him here.” iy »“Then you will lose him * * % Pl' +'S father sheok his head and looked across the top of his ma- hogany desk. through the plateziass windows of his expensive downtown office, beyond the crowding towers 2nd pinnacles of the city to the open harbor. There was a shadow of wistful longing in his eves. “T'd rath- er lose him.” he said. “than put him Most of us in chains. God save us! helieve that vouth has to be disci- plined. 1t's the mean envy of middle age and senilty. When we're tired. disillusioned. stale as flat cham- pagne, we take it out on the young- ste cture ‘em! Advise ‘em! Curb ‘em Show ‘em the straight and narrow path before thev have learn- ed to walk at all. No sir! T have ex- nlained the elementary moralities to Pug. He can distinguish the sound. same music of ‘thou shalt not’ in the bleating of the market nlace. T am not afraid of him. St. Vitus' dance? leord hicss ma—he hasn't reom to swing his arms? Png was doing his best. He had a smile that kindled smiles wherever he went. Glum faces broke into re- anonsive grins as he swung down 5th avenue or =alloped along Broad- way. He left a trail of good humor behind him as an impetuous ¥oung comet snaps a_whip of sparks across a dark sky. He was glad to he alive because he did not believe in failure any more than he believed in fairies, because every one liked him. and because the world was so fuil of a number of things. He tac- kled New York with the glee of an undefeated lightweight—pawing the ring_and scrapping good-naturedly for the fun of the thin=. If anv one tried to hurt him, he tripned him up. sat on nis chest, and tickled him un- 1i1 he cried for help. i “There are lots of things to learn.” he told his dad one morning at break- fast. “New York has more up its sleeve than T imagined.” But Pus’s dad scarcelv glaneed up crom the editorial nage of the, Times. He shrugged his shoulders.| slightly, gave the paner an embar- rassed shake., and said: “Let me, know when voy've had enough Pug_laughed. t takes an awfull lot.” he answered, “to tire me out | Mr, Fairchild the Times down »nd stared over his glasses at Pusm. What he saw reassured him—Pug's !a greove in the cit THE SUNDAY n._C, MAY 8, GONELLP'S NATIONALISTS SENT AN ERRATIC Pug’s inte the battle with New York.| “Hello!” he said. “"Ive come to say What had he won? T use, a|good-bye. bank sccount—disciplige.- He had for. | " “Gosd-bye? Where on carth are you gotten how to laugh; Wefglt his 80l going?” within him as dry as a bean in a ped | “Te Magella. Will you come with —disciplined out of all semblunce tome?" 4 a soul. He remembered what denials had gone into the making of his power, such as it was. He had want- ed romance and had turned his back on it. Other men had gone down the world while he sat at his mahogany desk watching the ships drift out of the harbor into the open sea. Ho had dreamed of adventure and had worn asphalt between Bowling Green and East 35th street. He had longed for color, for the warmth of human experience, for open siies, the exultation of God's world— and what had he had? in a voice he scarcely recognized as his own he asked Pug: “How would you like to g0 to Magella?" Pug shouted, “Magella! Oh, great!” She was a nice girl, and she had been in love with Pug for a. year. They had danced together, ghey had played hide-and-seek in ihré modern conservatory of passiopn, - dodging reality like a light-hearted dryad and & faun. She looked into his~laughing eyes. Pug’s smile was infectious, ir- responsible, as artless s & child's “Go with you? she repeated fing her heart leap. unexpected! {“What do you mcan. Puz?" Pug pat his hands on her slender shoulders and answered seriously: o wish you'd marry mec—today. tomor- row. I'm going on Salurday. I'm fond of you. Crazy about you. You dance better than any girl- I know You're plucky. I don't believe you've spontaneous smile. his sleek cap of smooth brown hair. his serious eyes. They looked at_each other gravely for a moment. Pug had one-stepped through the parental door very early that morning. and there was a duil Leadache behind his serious eyes. But his hands were steady and his smile was as joyous ever. He waited. with an unstead around his heart, while his father's eyes rested on him with a look that was both quizical and affectionate. Then he laughed. striking the an- swering shout in his dad, as he knew he would “Dad.” he said devoutly, “you're e wonderful sport.” Yes. Pug was doing his best to jump through all the hoops. He tired ‘New York out long before he lost his own breath. He danced on_ every polished hardwood floor between Harlem and the Battery. He knew every head waiter, every talented mixer of delectable con- cnctions. every maitre d'hotel in town. He understood the subtle technique of reserving tables and tipping restaurant potentates. He had a nodding acquaint- ance with box-office tyrants, and he knew how to smile his way into theaters. He had the enviable privilege of tuking rcertain lovely follies out to supper. per- haps because he never made love to them and understood the pecuiiar patois of Broadway- He had been drunk in a varlety of wavs, and had always land~d on his feet. He had driven a taxi half- may up the steps of the Public Library. He had gambled : he had flashed in and out of a dozen studios where he had heard good. bad and indifferent talk: he had listrned to serious music and had liked it : he had absorbed American rag- time through the soles of his feet, and he liked that, t00. He laughed his way into New York society, into Greenwich Village, into smart clubs. You couldn't tire him out: he was nover bored. He blew into New York like a fresh west wind. By the time he had breezed halfway through his Manhattan educa- tion he had become a tormado, a syn- onym for zip. pepper. punch—whatever it is one calls the zest of youth. He never stopped for breath except when he took @ Turkish bath or went actually to bed. * * u\\'zl.l.." his ‘dad said. when he caught sight of nim again one morning st breakfast. “there seems nothing left in the way of speed ex- cept a racing car and an aeroplane. 11l give you both™ Pug laughed. “How about the busi- ness of life”” feeling | “They'reputting a new railway from the Santa Christina to the Ma- rias. Bianchi is_having trouble with the Magellans. They don't want it— not an American railway, at any rate. I could send you down. Only there mustn't be a failyre.” got any nerves. 1 want you like the very deuce. Will you come?" * % * % o HE shook 'her head slowly. looking at him with steady ‘eyes. She liked ogr volce was solemn. Failure | his smooth cheeks and the black line At D'tlof his brows and the way his hair you send me before? There's trouble ; y down there, and I've been playing |&rew on his head. She liked his man- tiddledy-winks on Broadwa He [ ners and his smile. She had never put his head in his hands and groan- | yi5nped to look into his heart or to led. “Magella! Why. I've wanted to 8o there'ever since | was a kid. be curious about his mind. Pug was Yes.” his dad sald. Gravely. “so|a dear boy, erratic. wild, and lovable. have I. You can go. That is, if you're TOrdy ToF A setan She wanted very much to marry him, ORAZY VOLLEY OF had never disciplined herself. but she longed to discipline PPug. whose gavety had glways frightened her Yet she was distractingly pretty. and knew it and she wanted I'uz.” chas- tened or unchastened. at her feet I'm serious.” sh id 1 can't marry you until—well, until you row up. a kid, Pu, old dear.” x H ¥ dropned her hands and walked | away from her to the window. Standing there. with his hands in 1 ets. he said thoushifully: “Think of all the fun youw're missing, Ritat You are tog away the gift of the gods.” “You mean you won't come back?" He swung around and rushed across the room to stand before her, eager, very much in carnest, persua- sive. “What do you mean by mak- ing good? v I'll do that. own? Tl arning a fortune of my do that, 100! Glory be to God, Rita, it isn't having things that brings happiness—it's getting them. Put on your hat and we¢'ll get mar- ried.” Very neatly she tripped him with his own plea. “If gelting things is what makes you hap) Magella and—get me Pug shook his head and stared at her solemnly as if he were seeing her for the first time. “Love has got to be teamwork.” he said. “I'm sorry. " but ghe did not approve of him.|Rita—you and I tould have had such ook jumped up. “I'm ready!” he|Sparring for time, she asked: ‘Where | a bully time. scrapping It out o | * Now . {is Magell - ! It won't do you any harm to be “This minute.” ‘In South America. Great! Funny |unhappy. Pug, ~They laughed. and Pug’s dad put | itle town—dusty streets—arcades —| He caught her hand suddenly and his arm around the boy's shoulder, | NOL @8 the very devil—cocoanut palms | shook it. And his smile flashed out “There's & steamer on Saturday that [ 37104 hnow A sort of Richard|ugain, irrepressible, effervescent, ir- will take you as far as Panama. From | HArding Davis piace!” resistible. jood-bye, Rita! 1 can't there you'll have to wait your luck “ls there anything to do>" be unhappy. even for you. I'm a on board a coasting steamer. unless othing much. “I'm going to build | lost soul. 1 enjoy life. T expect I'm you happen to catch one of the com- | Fallway. A big job. voull see.|go to until the end of time." pany's boats. Come into the library | S&8Y You'll come! I'm crazy about you, m sorry.” she said in a sepul and I'll explain.” Honest to goodness, 1 never thought | chral voice. But he was gone. P { about marrying any one until I saw o that is why Pug Fairchild went = {you. Do you remember the first|to Magella alone. The big fruit UG knew the big map that hung|!ime? You were skating on the lake | gteamer that took him as far as behind his dad's desk in the ":‘g;":'x-';}’-nml |l llv!l i Tove with you | Panama backed aw from the Ias : v : D¢ iright off the bat. Answer me-—uareiriver dock and turned into the har “b"‘”' he knew every irregularity { you coming to Magella on Saturduy ™" | bor, leaving l"gg‘s“rl'.i‘lllnn L in the Magellan coast line, everyi She drew away from him w iittie. | ing his hat and smiling bravely. Pug river, every mountain peak, every| U}'“,z‘ulvrlxf'-';':;",‘ i A watched until the little figure on the town h 3 i 1 hy not? Ve you love me?" dock w. lost altogeiher, excusing il I e ¢ty of Magella itself| .o yew, | do! Every one docs. 1|ihe tears in hig eyes by saying 410w 5 ug's mind, a big black star | couldn’t help loving you, old dear.|to a surprised deck steward that i half-way down the map. Behind it, | It \ne l“:"‘-“- hurt like deuce to say good-bye irregular, creepy lin o | el 10 America. The steward, who was i vusi cron‘dnnzmpuk:! ”;“‘:k”‘_ the | .let go of my hands, and I'll tell | Haitian, wept a_tear or two himself. Christi of the Santa |yoy. i Behind them a duazzling path of foam > na. But Mr. Fairchild saw 0. I'll kep your hands. {still linked the ship to New York more than a black stur and the | S}‘fd!h‘.’"‘; her "“;‘ a86n “YMY“": and Pug stared solemnly at the heap- . 5 1% ! spoiled, Pug. ou have always had cubistic crapers % shadowy thumbprint of mountain | everything you wanted P\'tl’)“hllik“;ldu‘mv‘."(bo? e e n (he Ioey pss {ranges: Magella was the source of |you asked for. everything You dreum- |xpanning the crowded river, the shut- I his wealth, his hobby, his fetish, per- | €d of. People huve petted you, lov- | tlecock ferry boats black with crowds, ed you, flattered you. It hasn't been good for you. “Why not? “Don’'t you See? You aren’t exact- ly trustworthy. Pug. You drink and smoke too much. You gamble. You aren’t serious ahout anythins.” “Why on carth should 1 be”” haps his religion. He had dreamed for twenty years of the little city's {sun-baked streets and stuccoed ar-| cades: at his mahogany desk, fifteen | stories or s0o above Bowling Greea, | he had plaved with Mugella's finan’ | ciul and political destiny, « monarch {who nad never set foot in his king-| Oh. Pug!” | Pdom. Dresidents came and went in| Suddenly he droped her hands and Magelia; dictators strutted, fought.|his brows met in puzled frowun. died; revolutions swept ucross the i What's t ar’ he demanded. little republic like acrid clouds of | “What. specificaliy. is the idea dust spinning before a sudden wind— | She just happened to be serious yet an endless stream of gold poured | @ Kirl’ who believed profoundly inj down from Banta Christina to the|Virtues that bored her. She was seaboard, American gold, mined by | afraid, not for I'ug, but for herself. Americans and shipped eventually to | Magelia and the narrow. dusty streets the mad, terrible, magnificent activity of the greatest city in the world. It was there, just a Ktep or two away. and he was leaving it—leaving the crowded strects and pretty girls, the dear old restaurants, the funny old bums, the L. roaring and straddling like a ridiculous dragon centipede fror the Buttery to the Harlem river; he war leaving the brizht lobbies of his favorite theaters and the bright smiles of his favorite actresges, his club und that chair by the plate- glass window facing 5th avenue: he wus leaving the syncopated thumps and gurgles of the jazz bund at Reis- enweber's, the scented brilliance of the erystal room. the fury and gayety “Tired out> American ports. It was the business | had nothing in common with her|of the Cascades: he was going away “No, sir. Only—-=" of Pug's dad to see that nothing |fumiliar world—Fifth avenue and from the poetry of 5th avenue ut “Only what?” stopped that flow of gold—hate, fury, Tuxedo, bright lights, gay voices, 8oft | qusk. the brushing of elbows with “I've used up New York 1 think I'velnvy or ambition. Magella hated |fabrics. and the glitter of Jewels. She, celebrities, the intoxication of civil- Played on il the insiruments excepi|Pus’s dad with a concontrated, child- | shiveerd when she thought of he-lization out for a stroll, the odor of the bLig bass drum. 1 don’t want u|ish hatred that led to frequent tan-|self alone with Pug under a dark | good cigars, perfumes, flowers and racing an 4eroplane. 1 want a|trums: now and then Magella, de-|sky full of bluzing stars. She was | gzusoline: he was leavini the delicious job." prived of its gold. luy down on its|used to an audience. Puz in New | gatisfaction of big, dark concert halls "Then Pug's father leaned back in|face, kicked its heels, und howled.| York was one thing: Pug in Magellaland the electric pleasure of svm- his chair and Juughed until the tears| Then there were “secret Killings(| was another. Vet she wanted fhim | phony orchestras and great voices: rolled down his cheeks His laugh|shots were fired in the streets; the | Just for i moment she longod v he was leaving that dad of his and was an imitation; the tears were not. | American consulate was spattered | sionately for the courage 1o 2o away | the girl who danced like a breath He wiped them away with & big fresh! with mud and showered with £tones. | with him (o that dirty. luzy. dustyiwhose eyes were audacious and whose Jinen handkerchief and leancd across|And Pug's dad, at hix mahogany desk [little ity in South Americ It heart had elyd him; the girl who 2he table to put hix hand en Pug's|in Bowling Green, Saw to it that the | would be romantic. if she dured—|spoke (heir common lunguage, the #houlder. They stared at each other|golden stream rolied steadily down yif she dared to face the silence hlllll)nun); American language of pped wolemnly. for they were sentimental|to the coast and into the company's | mystery of love with him. Well, she ' syilables and slang, but to whom he men, sentimental in the good old|ships waiting for it there. dian’t dare! Suddenly she put’ her|had not made himself clear. Well, American way. Pug felt his heart| He put his finger on the black star|arms around him and looked into his | he would show her, beating: he was as ardent as a knight)and tarned to Pug with a quiet smile. zled eyes Pug snatched off his hat and waved @t the altar of consecration. His dad |*“There's Magella. Here are the Co- 1l wait for you. Forever, if you|it at the retreating city of towers held the sword with which he would xttack the world—the mysterious. beautiful, powerful “job,” the in- lumbian mines, up in the Santa Chris-| say. But I can’t go. You've got to tina. Bianchi's railway runs only #0| make a man of yourself, Pug JFair- far. From thix point ail the hauling’ child, and make me respees you. Just and gilded spires. Its voice was al- ready drowned out by the hoisterous hiss of the sea against the big ship's TAR, WASHINGTON, 0TS AFTER HI ting the railway over? | go down to| New York was slipping down the horizon, a toy city fuil »s. Before Pug the world new intoxication. i Already he could cwing his arms. He did, much ® the Huitian deck steward's joy. He shout- of toy loomed like four-ringed circus a ed aloud, took a deep breath and challenged the world to come on. Pack in_New York Pug's dad had left the East river dock with slow, reluctan steps, and had gone back office in Bowling Green. He sat at the mahogany desk and gazed out of the lofty windows at the harbor. Pug had gone to the colorful land of his dad’s dreams, and New York Was as stlent, as quiet, as forlorn as a city of the d “Make good. Pug.” he whispered, “make mood. You've got i in ¥ Gniv don't vl for help when you're 4 tight place. And laugh, b ght * % ok % FSHE fruit steamer drifted into Pan- ama, one golden dawn, and I'ug rushed ashore to find that the com- pany's steamer had left the day be- [ being no respecier of persons— least of all, directors sons. Pay had to take the Liberta. a wheezins old seow thal chugged along the seaboard on irregular schedules, sometimes bringing up Magella if her en- gines held out that long. She left Panama: at_dusk. bearing Pug and a swarm of Magelians. Pog wandered up and down th cluttered decks, watching the men who hated his and_opposed the building of the new railway to the Marias. Tihey were a swarthy lot, very voluble, slender. darkiy handsome. They had "surrendered themselves to the Li- heriz's caprices and sprawled on the decks, playing cards, gossiping. quar- reling, howling sentimental songs at Racially they were lot—Italians, Indians. Span- aste Portuguesc: there pure-blooded Magellan the rising moon mixed among them. Three men, who might have belonged to the upper classes, stood a little apart from the noisy crowd on the deck. They were well dressed, wear- [tng the double-breasted blue serge Jeinthes. very neat and correet, affect- «d by Neapolitans and Sicilians, One jof them, taller than th others, dom- tated the conglomerate Magellans on board the Liberta He was sullen. {1nzy, as arrogant as an undefeated Ftyran He had a petulant mouth, a {hostile stare, a high. well-modulated {voice. Like most Magellans, he spoke Italian. fiery, impassioned, rapid as a machine gun. When he spoke the jeves of all the men within hearing | turned in his direction. Pug was curious. He waylaid the bin boy and asked pleasantly: Who's the fire eater in the straw hat? 1Is he the little tin god of Magel- la? Or is he the political matinee idol? 1 burn to know. The cabin boy sidled away. “He is Carlo Gonelli. 1f he takes a fancy to hate you, you will burn no longer, one way or the other.” Pug laughed and circled the deck aguin. Dusk had deepened into night, and the asthmatic Liberta churned slowly across a sea as calm as a gar- Gen pool. The moon was high and as white as crystal. A low murmur of voices rose from the decks, and here and there, among the groups of squat- ting Magellans, cigarettes glowed for an instant and went out like blinking eyes. It was poetic and confonuded lonely. If Rita had been there——what fun to lean on the rail and look out over the sea and whisper together. | | | | I | | _ “Excuse me,” some one said in Eng- lish, “can you give me a light?" Pug swung around. Gonelli was waiting unobstrusively, a cigarette be- tween his fingers, a_smile on his li He nooded and leaned down to Pug's match slowly, like a mun accustomed o courtesy. “You are going to Magel- 27" he asked. Please God,” Pug answered. The Italian straightened up, and the two stood side by side. watching each other in the clear, bright moonlight, No one but God will be pleased,” Gonelli said presently. “There are al- ready too many Americans in Magella. Are you by any chance an engineer? i id Pug. “I'm a toreador. ‘I have my answer! 1 see we should know more of one another. My name is Carlo Gonelli, and I come from Ma- gella “And my name.,” s “Is Pug, New York." * (GONELLI smiled. “Signor Pug.” he said, “if you are a good swimmer, 1 advise you to jump overboard and re- turn to Punama. The atmosphere of Magella is peculiarly unsuited to men of your temperament. Perhaps you don’t know that the Marfas mines be- long to Mugella. In holding them for Magella her leaders have in mind the future of the whole country. It is enough for vou Americans to work the Columbia mines. The Magellans have atched thut whole proceedings with singular patience. Old Blianchi was the first prospector to cross the canon by way of the new trail. He organized the present company, raised the capital built the little railway as far as the brink of the canon, har grown very rich. Bene! The Magellans are wili- ing to suffer the passing of all that wealth into American hands. They have cndured the presence of Ameri. can labor in Magella with commend- able good nuture. The Columbia mines aid Pug politely, are American. We submit. We bow our heads. We are ashamed. We Caniol alter the faet that Ameri- money paid for the shafts and tun- Bianchi betrayed his country. that we will never forgive him.” onelli tossed his cigarette over the rail, put his hands into the pockets of his ncat serge coat and rocked slightly on his hec His_volce was pleasunt and subdued. Somewhere down on the steerage deck a falsetto tenor warbled passionately of love and decath. Overhead, a thick black 1921 —PART 4. ribbon of smoke rolled back from the Liberta's belching funnei and streamed across the face of the white moon. “The Marias,” Gonelli said, “are ours. The mines were known to the indians and Spaniards before the Italians landed in Magella at all There a piece of gold in the ca- thedral that came from the mina ta- pada of the upper Marias—I have seen it, Signor Pug. and I can safely say that gold like that was never destined to fall into American hands. The Magellans will die. every last !peon.” Spaniard. Portuguese. and| ltalian, every Indian, every babe in arms, before an American sinks a shaft on the slopes of the Marias We hold the old trail—where you Americans hope to build a railway. T |tell you. you cannot throw the Ma- {kelian bull. We are great fighters. We fight for the fun of it. We know every stream and water hole in the ‘mn ntains, every hiding place. every {trail. no matter how steep. how dan-| gerous, or how terrible. We Magel-| {lans fight for the fun of the thing. ! {for adventure. we can march fifty | {miles a day on a meal of rice and »ffee: we sing as we die. If you| |fight Magella you fight an imposing | enemy. Mind you. my frieid. there | iare only ‘a few of us but we aren't; lafraid of anything. me of us are lidealists. many of us are visionaries i{-—«ll of us are fighting men. The Marias belong to ux, racially. moral- ily and by conqu . We intend to {hold them and to deny Bianchi's false claim until the bitter end. Signor Pug. we were polite enough when | | sianchi sold our heritage to the Fair-| fehild Company But the Marias you lghall never have!” | Pug's infectious grin might have meant anything—stupidity. arrogance jor the cocksure Americano brand of [deflance Gonelli knew and despised. “No ven understand ™ “I understand.” Pug answered sleepy voice “It's too bad vou I ean't he friends. You believe i your cause as 1 believe in mine. We #re both used to having our own way Praise God. Signor Gonelli. for an enemy as you." Canelli smilad and howed Teader of the notionalis said, | SWith ue. it is Magella first. lagt and | alwave. We resent the exploitation of | our wealth by you Americans We will apnose vou. even if you send for a ficer and 2n army to deal with us Tt would he nineh easier.” Pug su gested . “to surronder to me Gonelli shrumeed his shoulders and glanced around the crowded deck. where zrouns of mnolen: Magellans Tav strotehed full lensth. their conieal maw hats 1inped over their eves. These men are »il nationalists.”” he | said. “They could persyade you fta! fswim back ta Peuama. T dare say. Rut | 1 propas« to 1et ~au <n on to Magella. | You will have time’to regret many hiras “Thanks.” said Pug. “Not at all.” * * e ) in a and sach | "I am the; he i LI nodded and walked away with the disdainful tread of his red after him until he disappeared into the cabin. Then he drew back his head fand whistled soft'v. He couldn't re- leisurely el Pug st member when he had been so happ: me down here to lick he thought. “Dad has sent Magella single-handed.” The wonderful old sport 5 Then for three days Pug watched Gonelli and his nationalists. While the little steamer sprawled down the hot, glittering sea toward Magella they squatted in the meager shade of the awnings stretched over the Liberta's dirty decks. playing mysterious games with greasy packs of dog-eared cards. The night was made hideous by their nasal caterwauling at the moon. They were sullen, childish and absurd, and Pug thought: “If these are a fair sample of the Magellan fighting men I could lick their whole army with a i popgun.” The days passed in the deadly monotony of glaring sky and sea. The crawling Liberta reeked vilely of crowded and unwashed humanity. She moved slowly across the glassy sur- face of the watcr, leaving scarcely a ripple to show her passing. Always behind her a cloud of ravenous guils wheeled and dipped, watching tire- lessly for scraps of food. It was hot, it was deadly dull, it was unending. Pug heard the words “Columbia” and “Bianchi” rise from the babel of Ma- zellan tongues like sparks, never failing to kindle a roar of invective. Once he heard his dad’s name spat like an oath from the lips of a big Portuguese. And he remembereéd what his dad had told him: “The Magellans have no respect for a Fairchild.” Ap- parently not. Yet Pug was left alone. If Gonelli had picked him out for eventual assination the straw- hatted nationalists were immensely I patient. | Night_after night irolled down | Pug slept unmolested in the hammock ithat had been slung for him on the forward deck. All" about him the i Magellans slept side by side in gro- the red-hot sun tesque, oddly collapsed attitudes of profound repose, their arms out- spread, their upturned bare feet pointing heavenward like the feet of so many pathetic corpses. Faint sighs, snores, broken whispers rose from the sleeping men. Here and there a cigarette glowed, a little spot of ardent crimson in the purity of the brilliant night. Pug lay still, watch- ing the mast light swinging imper- ceptibly against the stars, listening to the rustle of water against the Libertu's rusty sides. He walted, even while he slept, for a knife thrust through the hammock. Such things didn’t_happen in the padded luxury of New York clubs. But they happened out here. Happened and were forgot- ten. Pug closed his eves and trusted to luck and te the divine partiality of his guardian angel. One morning he opened his eves to a gaudy sunrise and sat bolt upright to stare across the polished sea at a blue hadow lying on the horizon, irregu- lar. hazy, as unsubstantial as a mir- age. Land! Magella probably! All his life Pug had dreamed of those saw-toothed mountalns, the fabulous peaks of the Santa Christina. He had heard of them when he was in his cradle: they were the substance of his boyish longings. He slipped out of the hammock and went to the rail to stare at the ghost of them floating on the horizon, half lost in the glory of the early morning light. He enched his hands and threw back his head. This was going to be the; biggest hoop of all and he didn’t in- tend to stub his toe if he could help it. His dad and that girl were wateh- ing him. Failure never entered his mind. He was young, he was happy, and he had a vast appetite for life. When he turned around he found the eyes of Gonelli's nationalists fixed on him. They were watching him quietly, not particularly hostile, but very alert. Pug felt their scrutiny all that morning, while the exhausted Liberta edged toward the nebulous mirage on the horigon. At noon the Santa Christina range loomed clearly against the sky, every rib and spiny valley distinct under the glare of the sun. The little city of Magella ap- peared suddenly, ~ white squares against a background of luscious, tropic green. The Liberta turned at right angles with a tremendous splash of her rediculous propeller and steamed into the harbor between two gray lonely lighthouses that guarded the farthermost tips of the protecting half-moon of land. * ok ¥ (‘OSELLI, with a malicious sparkle T in his eyes, pointed across the glittering harbor at the city. “There is Magella,” he said to Pug. “You have seen it. Why not stay on board the Liberta and go back, I warn you that once on shore you will not be safe. I am a merciful enemy, but I stick at nothing when the honor of Magella is at stake.” * Pug laughed. “For a villain,” he said, “you're uncommonly polite. Thanks. 1 think I'll go ashore.” Gonelli's band of nationalists had crowded around their chief. and were watching him eagerly, like comic opera brigands waiting for their cue. Pug winked at them and turned his head to look at Magella. A little flotilla of rowboats had put off from shore to meet the Liberta. Before them, racing through the water at top speed, a motor launch flying the ars and Stripes hurried out to the steamer, “hellbent to get there Srst" into the brown sea and| Pug thought. He could sec a man who was aboard the standing upright in the bow. his man? tGonellisthe national white clothes conspicuous against the | the most talented little trouble-maker dazzling blue of the harbor. Pug’s in Magel He was brinzing heart lcaped. “Bully for the cousul” rifles and 2.500.000 rounds of ammun- he thought. “He's coming out for me. ition.” The Consul threw out his No one else would dare” He waved arms in a wide zesture of despair his hand and suddenly sprang up on|“Rifles and ammunition to arm the the rail. balanced there a brief sec- nationalists, Mr. aburchild, A nat- ond. and made a clean, straight dive ionalist ix the Yankee's hereditary overboard. He came up, shook the enemy. (ood Lord! And you sot water out of his eves. and swam With | info a nesi of them " all his strength to meet the launch.| Tug was not listening. He stared Gonelli's nationalists, getting their ! beyond the excited consul at the hit- cue too late, sent an erraiic. crazy « the Richard Harding Duvis volley of shots after him. shots that < dreams It rushed toward fell wide of the mark, like a handful them. distinct, unreal, as gaudy and of futile pebbles. The conxul's launch us’ stage scenery. Pug made a wide turn and came up behind sce the white customshouse. Pug. He looked up and saw the flag row of elipped trees on the - 1attling smartly against the sky =54 planade. the fat-roofed houses piled the consul's astonished face plering'up along the water front and dwin- down at him dling into wooded suburbs hevond re vou all right” tie narrow city limits Behind Ma- “All right. Lend me a hand ™ geila the Sa Christing mountas The consul. grasping Pug's hand | towered the sky. wrapped dragged him on board with an air of | i heat fumes. opaiescent. imme atisfaction “1 thought | tevious, 1 prodigious clouds of ther had you.," he said. as the launch ! Vapour. Pug’s heart contracted. 1t turned and rushed toward shore. ! Was all o familiar. 17 only dad I can't tell you how relieved I am. could sce ath it was reoof When T got word from your father|counutry. the sort of suntizht. il that vou were coming down, I shook = =ort of air that wets into vour blowd in my boots." He fixed his very Pug hked it Here was a dream worth round. bright eves on the dripping fighting for and ecstatic Pug Do you know “ ' Mead & o) Lardner Says Open Air Is Still Within the Law haif O the editor: This is the time) haif 10 ke of yr. when pretty near every- | he 0 body wants to be in the great!him he oo out of doops and so far the|wouldn't hua with same and fresh air is about the | can't Lo a only drink left that don't neither|been a tenderfoot and hills to] #nd the Boy Scout rules s pretty siff or over th drive a man m the poor house and even th recommends it. and all and all tis no I havd to b ' ut i able to jorder s vou tio ta bow wonder that in May the vounx . [old man’s fancies turns to thouzhts of | * o e e S EE— I sou bheen a ierfoo L picets | hoand can tie bows, you o Sencady | | - (7Y | {a ass scout, and after s it as a 2d, claes i, you ean |1 d @ lst. class scout provieed i /vou can name 4 pts of the compa wim 30 sds. in any directon and te 3 bows . 1 4 cout will be Vie It try for all the mévit badges. and [ ! have also made these tests easicr than [the boys. iike, for inst. 1 obtain a Jmerit budge for agricultur o Man Scouts you will half o 1o (1) nEme different kinds of bugs fand (2) give their ery To win u ierit ‘a Man Scout must tdown 2 dificrent (2) put them back where they wa P he merit badge for 1life sav lgoes to a scout who (1) can undres oI of water and put on his evening ciothes in s Thes's erent merit badges ‘end whon rou have win them N |differcnt. subjects vou are life |scout. Ten badges mukes you a star | out and 21 of them a eagle scout 1f vou win the whole 67 you are a { euglsoo “PLAIN WALKING, AS A SPORT, Is| NoW in resards to the main idear X 5 18| Which is games that will keep us ON A PAR WITH TWO-HANDED gyt doors and | have took & couple POKER WITH THE MRS." out of the Boy Scouts book and just e | changed the rules a iittle so as they won't them. | be too diffieult for us to enjoy what some one has so aptly styled the | ozone. |, Ome scout sets with his ft But wile they ain't hardly any-las the ather scouts can study them. body that wouldn't rather be out than After they studied them 4 or 5 min- in when the weather is so pretty, still| utcs, he walks awyy somewheres znd they's many a one that would enjoy makes a mark with his 1. in tha it a whole lot more, and stay longer, ground. Then the scou tiat up so IKE SHE WAY “WHEN HE FINELY DID COME HOME AND SHE ACTED GOING TO PRAISE HIW. studied his ft. must look at the mark and tell who made it Scouts go out singly or as a pa- | trol and stop at different houses and ask who ever comes to the door if they's anything they can do for them. | The scout or patrol that comes bach it they was something for them to do| when they get there. In these days when a dime will not only start a saveing acct., but finish it. the aver- age man can play golf till he loses his ball, then he’s through. Tennis, vachting and etc. is beyond the poor man's reach and when youjwithout a black eve wins say ‘poor ‘man vou don't leave out| “Craps’ is another game that cag nobody. Plain walking as a sport isf be played in the open air. . on par with a 2 handed poker game| One of the objects of the scout With the Mrs. All and all they's a cry- | movement is prevention of accident ing necd for a out doors diversion that{ both to yourself und others and a everybody can afford. and to fill this|good scout will be carcful to leave seed I have undertook the organiza-|the wife’s revolver alone and not. tion of a monior branch of the Boy|play in the street the “Man Scouts to be known as . Scouts of ""‘“;“* e HOSE of my readers that is intep- : it ested in this idear is urged to or- AT first T was going to call it the| gynize the Mun Scouts in the com- “Daddy” or “Papa Scouts” and live and all thit | munity where they is nessary is a registration fee of 83 for each troop which they can send it to the undersigned and 1 will see, that they are unrolled in the national ! council and it looks like we couldn’t do no better than adopt the uniform like the Boys only bigger and | notice that the Boys' cquipment includes a whistle and a collupsible drinking cup, but I guess we can get along for @ while with just (he whistle. When the movement way we can arrange to have a an- nual jamborec at some town like Duluth that is easy to get to on & bicycle, and in the mean wile speed up. men. and organize your troop and go after them badges. And gel limit the members to men that had bore at least one child, but they was such & squawk from my bachelor friends that 1 have decided to let down the bars and take in every male man between the ages of twenty-five and a even century. Boys over one thundred that craves such a lodge can have one of their own and call it the “Old Scouts.” We can't have them old Methusalems making a roughhouse out of our organization. The few friends who I have per- sonly told them about this scheme has all but kissed me and hailed me as a Moses, though my parents was of Irish descent, and no doubt all my friends and admirers will greet the idear with the same enthusiasm when [ your women folks interested and they read the following brief outline | maybe they will orgunize the Wo- of the idear which is simplicity itself. | man Scouts and go out on long hikes same gets under Well friends, instead of makelng | And get lost. our own by laws and etc. and getting RING W. LARDNER. out a handbook of same, my idear| Great Neck, May 6. is to adopt the handbook of the Boy Scouts in total and run our order ac-| TR cording to their rules as after all a| Wood in Billiards. man is just a boy whose body and; mind has srowed up, and sometimes| Billiard cues, racks and apparati. just his body. 5 require large quantities of wood 4 Well then. here is a outline of Whatl peir manufucture. The billiard table the Man Scouts will be and 1 have took the main idears out of the Boy Scouts book and only made a few changes where nessary. Well in the first place to be a real Man Scout you have got to do some- body one good turn every day without bragging, like for example a friend of mine stayed away from home all night the other night so as his wife wouldn't 3 /- 6 might be considered as furniture. x cept that it has a specific use whi takes it out of the furniture class The wood that goes into a fine dining or library table is equally acceptabie to the maker of the billiard tab and among such woods are oak. m: hogany. chestnut, yellow poplar. ros wood, cherry, walnut and ebony,