Evening Star Newspaper, May 15, 1921, Page 72

TH. E SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, MAY 15 1921_PART 4. Miss Diego And the Mildred Cram Illustrated by F. C. Yohn. P lunched at the Amerlcan consulate in an open court- yard ablaze with flowers. The table was set under a yellow linen awning, & gentle-voiced Indian boy served very deftly, and Pug, ar- rayed in a suit of the consul's white ®iothes, felt electrical with wellbeing He lifted his glass toward the flag that fluttered lazily over the con- sutate, and the consul, an amazingly shy, 1lkable chap, met Pug's eyes with a look of d2ep understanding as they drank to the brave symbol of their race. “Bianchi has begun to lose faith. he said, “in the Marias claim. The en- gineer-in-chief sent down by your father paid no attention to the threats of the government. He began work at once, surveyed the old trail, aotually broke ground. Some of the material was unloaded at the company’s docks in Magella. The president, oid Diego, did nothing. Bianchi and I had almost won him over.” The consul smiled. “When the nationalists got wind of the matter young Gonelli erupted like a first-class volcano. He appeared in Magella at the head of his band of ruffians and harangued the people from every balcony in the city. He has a way with him. you know. He isn't a Magellan at all; like most of the new school of soldiers and politicians, he came out here from Sicily about five vears ago. He has an enormous conceit; yet he's likable. He canvassed Magella like a whirlwind—bullied. bragged. threatened, cajcled—and finally won over old Diego himself. Diego knew that revolutions are founded on just such issues. He lis- tened to Gonelli, swerved very grace- fully to his side and appeared with him on the balcony of the palace, one hand resting very fondly on Gonelli's shoulder. The Marias, you understand, belonged to Magella—state property. state advantage. natlonal wealth and all the rest of it. Why. there isn't enough money {n the whoie country to work the mines. And they are the company’s. Old Bianchi staked those claims twenty-five years ago—the first prospector to cross the Santa Chl'lll!lnl..k.d -~ Pug_asl very how much have the luseunu Nl‘— aua by our mines in the Santa-Chris- na? "Vury little. The company always frmpor ol American labor M it i ted *You don’t agree to that, do you? I mean, from the American as well as Lh. Magellan point of view. Magellans object to us if we had lc s few of these gold nuggets sift into the national treasury?” ‘The consul stared at fll. tip of bis cigarette with a slight frown. = Be- fore I answer,” he said, “may I ask how far you can go? Do you repre- sent the Fairchild Company. or will your fath u-— “It's " Pug explained. “Fm hers to, be put the nnv-y through and tu put the fear of God and the name 2 Ut parroc ot yours ever m as of yours over there; if you have any advice—" L P‘-I leaned acrosssthe table and Jowered his voice. “Go to Diego with that talk of gold nuggets from the Fairchild mines,” he said eagerly. “Tell Diego that Magella is going to“benefit; say that your father -uu- behind your nmnl“ Listen, Mr. ¥alrehild—Magella deserves fair treatment. It is & beauti confoundedly n:-;nn-:!d-m m'&?— all the time. The very min- ute-Gonelli gave them a cause to fight for and die for, they attacked the Amerieari party engaged in building tbe new railway, shot the chief engi- neer. I:fl dl&n the rest back te Colum- bia, where they are now, barricaded in the village and afraid to move. The manager, MecCarthy, with them. Bianchi, waiting tw s miracle, is locked in his house in the suburbs. ‘Whenever he ventures out some one #pits at him and calls him ugly names, and the poor old chap takes it awfully to heart. As for me, it is only my of- ficial manner that protects me—I think the blessed idiots imagine that I keep an army and a fleet in my coat pock- et.' He laughed, raised his glass and maid: “Heres to you, H' Fairchild. You've l’fi“l‘: ldnln Job. Pug laughed and pushed Mfl chair. “Where does Diego -~ otreets just yet. Come up on the roof and I'll show you the palace.” They mounted to the flat roof by an outside stone stairway, the consul, ahading his eyes with one hand, pointed acrass the !:f:r to the t'|n campanili of the cathed; ing the Plazza lndepmdtnu. ular, and unavoidable. tableland of unbroken roof toj could see a square of rich green—the garden of the president's palace. Pug chuckled, took a deep breath, swung his arms and started away with- out a backward glance. W I'll be damned. smid. “Aren’t you going 16 take a hat But Pug was gone. He was thinking, as he padded over the Magellan roof tops, that the waxed dancing floor at Claride’s would never see him again. He preferred the joyous sunshine of 1la to all the artful electric illumi- n on Broadway. He liked the tin- gling uncertainty, the alluring mystery, the vast promise of Magella. The air was heavy with the odor of ripe fruits and flowers, the acrid, pungent dust of unpaved streets: a faint, alluring fra- grance of incense from old churches. ‘was the hour of siesta. Santa Christina peaks dozed behind ~ast curtain of mist. The sea was ished and deeply blue. wide half-moon of beach where Mzy breakers rolled slowly in and broke in long. whits lines of dazzling foam. Far out Pug saw the Liberta. a dozen small boats clustered like hlrn.lcle! against her rusty sides. Tt was easy going across the roofs to that patch of green. the president's sar- den. ~ Pug dropped from a long, building that backed up agalnst e palace—the stables probably—and land- | ed in the sturdy branches of an old live oak. He lay there a moment, clasping the big tree affectionately. out of breath, but exalted. Then he slid cautiously to earth and fell headlong into the sort of thing that never happens except in sto- ries. A girl was sitting on the grass reading a book. One of those girls you dream about. Pug stared at her and stared at Pug. there In the green| shadow of the old live oak. Behind her a fountaln plaved, very cool and fresh, o thin jet of sparkling water falling into a shallow in. And th!n ‘were old, old hedges chrlnd as level as 2 T square, and blazing flowers and tall bushes, and beyond them the lold-'hlll walls of the pll.r. glowing In the sun. THEN they both laughed, and Pug said to himself, with a leap of his heart: “This is the girl I wanted all aiong. She isn’t afraid of anything, not even of me.” Aloud, he sald: “You speak English——" 1 went to school in Pittsburgh” she answered, and there was just the hint of an accent, Pittsburghian- Spanish, which made her English de- licious. “Liwe 1t7” Pug asked. an PII‘ made out the o facade of the opera house, flamboyant, d“‘:::ll:::d-u"nt . b oot Nearer e conmulate, separated from it by = ?‘I:h.:)rconfeued. “Gonelli will kill my P8, Pug|a Magellan presiden: o the consul|She {nterrupted him with a decisive: ¢ | beating a good deal becaus: Tt|had sald nothing about diseipline or The mwerlnx,"‘“"“ ;m., because she had seemed to llke pol- tringed by a i help him. Pug offered her the trib jEgip him . Fux offer ribute |my dear chap, Is a psychologist. if Congress has to send a fleet to blow Magella out of the sea” He reminded Diego that he knew the Magellans—the nationalist party—to be armed. One American had al- ready been killed. - Diego snorted suddenly. “He was warned. Come, come, young man. We are not children. The Americans should have been driven out of Ma- gella long ago.” Pug smiled. He wanted to know whether Diego was aware of the real sentiment of the people he governed. If the American company should offer certain advantages—a railway into Matador the interidr, a part concession of the Marias to the government, the permanent removal of American la- bor from the Columhia mines—would the people still object to the de- testable Yankees? After all. there wasn't enough money in the country to sink a sinsle shaft. Gonelli might murder a fow dozen Americans— would Magella be better off for it? Diego listened In silence with h round, ficrce eyes fixed on Puz. He was thinking of Gonelli. He was worried and upset, afraid to break to lose the precious certainty of his youth, the intoxication of falling in love, the joy of crossing swords with | an enemy, the anticipation of a glo-| rious tomorrow. There was a warmth | in his heart that was like wine. He kad sat in the open window all night, staring at the stars, smoking_ innu- merable cigarettes, dreaming dreams that were as colorful as Diego’s gar- den, as deliclous as that girl's voice, as vibrant as the beating of his own heart. Rita, up in New York, wouldn't | marry him because he hadn't won the battle with life. Miss Diego—hang it all, what was her name? He-couldn't g0 on calling her Miss Diego forever —Miss Diego was the sort of Eirl| who would fight the battle by his side. Rita wanted human _souls| ready-made and guaranteed to fit, dis- knots of bitter experience. Miss Diego wanted love and laughter—she iwas not the sort of woman who takes out insurance policies against disil- lusionment. Pug thanked heaven that he had made no promises to Rita. She had been afraid of the only thing he had to offer her—the future. Some= ciplined products polished by the hard | and went through all the foolish. vain, possibly glorious, but certainiy wasted royalist campaigns. What better death can you offer him—here before the people of Magella?" 'Miss Diego frowned. “Papa” she sald, “you are president. Tell them to take that horse out of the arena.” * % x ¥ GONFLLL very much amused, turn- | potitely. ed to the consul's box and bowed | he said. Signor Pug is a toreador,” haps he can save the horse. I cannot. “He told me so himself. Per- |What do you say. Signor Pug? Pug got quickly to his feet. He |smiled directly at Miss Diego. “So his is what you h our sleeve, u darling.” And her ey said: Americano— winning_was thin: taught me in Pittsburgh caid, in her Pittsburghian | patois that always turned over some- |thing in Pug's innermost heart: “Would vou be so k!nd"‘ ‘T would,” said Pu; He vaulted over Lha railing of the ! voice procecding from shadowy room very simply furnished. and the consul threw himself down in a fine, old Italian chair, giving himself up to the business of keeping an eve on the courtyard through the )lalf-a[\en door. Pug discovered, as the afterncon faded into twilight and darkness slowly filied the room, that the comsul loved Magella —that he would even die for it if neces- sary. For his part he preferred the stupid conservatism of Diego to Gonelii's political fanaticism. Magella was still a medieval state: the provinces knew nothing of what went on in the capital. There had| been no such thing as order, peace, or progress for a hundred years. Bands of marauders, like these na- tionalists of Gonelli's could erush the spirit of the country There was not national self-respect of the coun- try. There was no national self-re- spect. Diego—he declared with con- vietiol was upright, but cowardly. He had survived five vears of his term of ofMce because he had sur- rendered to every caprice of his foid political advisers. He was alte nately flattered into exalted self-con- fidence and bullied into the most ab- ject unecertainty. His daughter—Ah, Pug had noticed the daughter—his daughter was _intelligent, high-spir- ited, and reckless. If she had been a man, she might have helped Diego to restore the credit of the republic and do away with harmful agitators like Gonelli. But women i Magella could do little more than ewfPer for Magella in silence and humil “It is true.” the consul added thoughtfully, his the shadows like a solemn, disembodied echo, “that all scrupulous Magellans want the American railway to go through. But they know that the first move on our part will bring about a conflict. And victory would elect Gonelli.” They were still sitting in the dark sala. watching the haif-open door, when the sound of shooting in the streets became distinctly audibie There was a sharp rattle, like a stick being drawn along a picket fence. Then a deep, somber boom. rather far away, followed by a chorus of shouts and_insane screams in the direction OVGI HE MOUNTED THE BULL'S BACK AND RODE FOR A HUNDRED YARDS, CLINGING TO THE OUTRAGED BEAST'S HORNS. with the contemptuous leader of the most radical element in Magella. Still, Diego liked to think of himself as_the champion of civilization and order; he could picture a united Ma- gella,’ a rich Magella linked to the rest of the world by railways and steamship lanes; he could vision the wealth of the Marias flowing steadily across the hilly, leaving a rich de- Pug’s eyes with frank amusement. “Oh, I like anything.” ‘““Fhen you'll like me~ Pug sat down, cross-legged on the grass, clasped his hands around his knees, ! and looked at her with his soul in his | eyes. “How did it happen,” he demand- | “that you live in Magella? And how | did you come to be in this garden?" “I'm Miss Diego. Papa is the Presi- dent of Magella just now.” o8It in the pocKets of the people and “You mean It isn't a permanent job?” | in the national treasury. It was a pretty dream. Diego might have She gave hlm a quick look and her brows “I you were sent by| Gonelll to murder papa, you came too late. He's upstairs aslecp and there are two armed guards outside his door.” ‘Whereupon Pug told her the story of | his lifa Some girls might not have| listened, but Miss Diego liked Pug’s | eyes. She would have listened to Mother | Googe jingles it he had recited them. It| was very quiet ln the old garden; the lnv sentry by the palace door had falien asleep in the warm sunlight ; there was no sound but the tinkle and splash of the fountain, and Pug's voice. It good to be young and pretty and ('ll’l-l. ‘Watchnig_Pug out of her sleppy black eyan. Miss Diego knew that two years in Pittsburgh had spoiled her for Magellan love-making. Pug told her why he had come to "llelh. e laid his sword at her feet—and all lho while his eyes were maying: “I like you. I trust you. You're & won- der!” A Magellan would have said | “You're a silly little thing. I don’t gut you-around the corner. But I| ve you.” “I want to talk to your father,” Pug said, leaning forward a little. “I want him to know that a Fairchild is al- ways as good as his word. If you'll %o and get him, Miss Diego, I'll make him believe me. I'm going to play fair with Magella. Don’t you see, if uon.m the ho upper hand, his na- tionalis h your papa off the throne and lhcolln will go to the s Diego nodded. She confided to hlln thll her papa's life hung by a ¢urrendered had he not happened {to glance up just in time to sece Gonelli coming through the garden. He was so terrified that he shouted at Pug furiously: Neve; You Americans have the audacity of the il. Go back to your cowardly com- patriots in the mountains and tell them that Diego will hold the Marias in the name of God and Magella.™” And he added, with infinite disgust, most evidently for Gonelli's penefit: “We despise you. The name Fairchild is a synonym for greed and selfish- ness, Adios, Senor Falrehild.” Gonelli stared at Pug in astonish- ment, since no one, ¢o his knowledge, had left the American consulate with- in the hour. The two men bowed very politely; Pug, glancing quickly at the girl, found her eyes fixed on her father’'s face. She pald no further attention ¢o him. Pug didn't even know her name, but he had fallen head over heels in love with her. He waited, staring miserably at her. He had stubbed his toe, after all. Not looking at him, she sald very graciously to Gonelli: “Papa and I ex- pect you o join us tomorrow at the Arena Goldonl.” Pug’s heart contracted. The little flirt! The heartless little devil! He might have known. He stuck his hands in thé pockets of the consul's white linen clothes and stalked away across the garden, conscious of three pairs of amused eyes l'ocn ed on the back of his head. Py sentry led him through a ml arcede and opened & wooden gate. Pug found how he was proud to offer the future to Migs Diego—he had an idea that she might love him just for that. * % x ¥ GO‘JFJLLI had planned well. His lollipop offering to Magellan | opinfon was meant to dazzle, and it | did. An hour before the imported toreadors entered the sanded ring the Arena Goldoni was packed with a gaudy, perspiring mob of Magella's forty-seven varieties. Their wide- brimmed, high-crowned hats, ‘like a forest of grotesque mushrooms, were all the shelter they had from the sun. The fashion of Magella came late and settled itself, with a good many af- fectations, in the ring boxes flush with the arena and protected from it by a wooden fence. The consul's box, thanks to old and forgotten courte- sies, adjoined Diezo’s own conspicu- ous paleo, and FPug and the consul entered it just before the president's party put in an appearance. There was a movement of surprise and curi- osity when the two Americans ar- rived. ~ A murmur of voices swept around the arena like a sudden wind, and there was a great craning of necks and tiptoeing in the boxes. It was well understood that war of some sort was imminent, and there were a good many conservative Magellans who feared Gonelli's ambition. Very few of the Intelligenzia doubted that the affair of the mines would lead the country, already impoverished and misgoverned, into a quarrel with the United State: Byt the mob of joyous peons, Indians and half-castes packed into the steep stand were of a different temper. Gonelli had prom. ised them loot. Presently he came, and a great, in- articulate shout rose above the arena like’ the murmur of the sea. Diego, who entered the presidential box at the same time, was given a faint, shadowy imitation of that shout by the loyal aristocrats in the boxes. thread. He had himself standing in the wi Diego, knowing how to feel the po) Conservative party; he was an|miier wov Prese Tafeneenvnor x| wlar pulss, drew Aimself up lngrl& nrl-toeru—c royalist at heart. He o3} was walting at the curb. Pu: nd stal down into the arena wi e el woas a Upeiarte upy |Jumped In. slammed the door, upled and brooding Gonelli was an upstart—an up- | VNS0 B B he windows “fo ‘the M Miss Diego, turning her start '!!h tremendous ambitions. Diego did not trust him, yet he could not ignore him because Gonelll controlled unruly, inflammable mob_ of In- ,A.mclan consulate. Subito™ The cabman, 0 had dosing pleas- antly, vulo with a start, lnl the ancient vehicle bounded furiausly around the corner to the eon-uh.te Pug jumped out and pounded with both fists on the closed door. A ter- rified Indlan boy opened to him and Pug squeezed through just as the somnolent cabby, realising his mis ‘And some day,” Miss It won't be th: rst time that paid for his ideals with his life.” Pug told her what he expected to yes briefly toward Pug, let him ll them her fear and her hope. Pux’- face was expressionless, but his an- swering Yook was explicit as an ora- tion. Behind her papa’s pompous back she used e Morse code all of her own Pug discovered that she had been soundly scolded, that she had ecried all night, and that she hated Gonelli. Gonelll, accepting his ovation by the president's side, was do for Magella, 1t never occurred to {aise. spinttaned th6| door ‘with Bul- | v pusy to. know or to care.’ Tho er to doubt him. He had fallen out bullight was an atroclous, brutal, 7 the live oak and Into her heart. | . Whew!™ gald Pug, and ran wp-|yCouffrul ‘battle between Gonelll's stairs to the consul's office. L sald the consul, who was er::m:: with his feet on the desk and his thumbs hooked under his suspenders, “here is David again! Hawe you slain Goliath with your lit- tle sling?™ “You are a pessimist,” Pug answer- ed. “Tell me, where is the Arena Goldoni, and what ia going on there 00d, or the real things of | tomorrow?’ “ A bullfight” said the consul, "Go- im and because she was willing to|nelli's play to the gallery. Gone}_}\ o Throwing bac - of eloquence. Grateful, exalted, he|naper lures nildren with lompon-. dus down into his soul for words.|He has invited every one in Magella.” Aloud, he said in a sh voice: “Some girl” Rih; poaatis “Yes, yes, I see! I'll get father— walt for me!” And then ran off across the brilliant garden, her white dress flashing in and out of the shadows until she disappeared within the palace door. When she came back she was leaning on her father's arm, whispering to him very earnestly. Pug scrambled to his feet and watched them coming toward him, his heart was because she such a wonderful girl, LI “You're a ;‘“m"‘;‘.g o ™co The consul met 's eyes with a D 414 not like being dragged | veiled look which might or might not from siesta to interview strange |have been a challenge. “Thanke. | young men fallen from the tree- | !l 80. Only the consequences are h Besides, McCarth; itom into his garden. He was ruffied | or ouning For Fou ot the Bants #nd sleopy. This was one of the many | Christina. The last boatload of queer things Pittsburgh had done to | Americans—about two hundred men— his daughter. Diego was a tall, gray- |80t 'O the scttlement safely. But every time one of them steps a foot bearded pompous man, who had lived | heyond the camp some sniper takes for five years In terror of his life. a pot shot at him from the hills. Existence in the Magellan ~palace | Gonelll has planted hls nationalsts | & perpetual game of Alice- [behind every rock. How long do you through the < looking - lase. Diego | expect McCarthy to hold his men never knew when he would be|back? They're on his nerves; they're marched before a firing squad and on each other's nerves; they're on my shot against some sun-baked wall |nerves. Some one is golng o ex- He should have l'ved an undisturbed ; plode. life in peaceful coscurity. Poor Diego had grown into fame and power through his childish desire to Eo down in Magellan history as a wise and benevolent dlictator. Magella was ungratefal. All around him there was ocontinual plotting and counter-plotting, hatred, deceit and ambition. He stared at Pug haughtily and down under the live oak with a slight groan of vexation. And over his ruffed o0ld head the two young people exchanged a look full of ques- tioning, encouragement and good- humor. Pug_ talked well, l his shoes. He was thinking of Miss Diego, of course. And it suddenly oc- curred to him that she had wanted him to go to the Arena Goldoni. Wanted him to go, by Jove! H turned to the consul with a shout: “McCarthy can walt! I'm golng to the bull Aight. T've got a hunch.” The consul pufted lazily at his cig- arette David” he said. he' next day geilan days, brilliant, cloudless and se rene. Pug, watching from his open window, saw the sun come up from because the girl |behind ‘the sea. He had not slept, was watching him. He told Diego|even in the comfortable security of that the Americans intended to put |te consulate's best bedchamber. un & railway along the old Indlan trall der a mosquito-bar canopy six feet woria the ‘even. high. To have slept would have been Pug stared gloomily at the tips of | hired matadors and picadors and three young bulls who had decided to die hard. A dozen spindle-shanked, blindfold- ed horses, tottering with weakness land terror, were tossed on tite bull's horns and left to die grotesquely in the bloodstained sand. Pug liked everything except the death agonies of those pathetic cab horses. He liked the blazing sun, the smiting blue of the sky, the rows and rows of laughing faces, the color, the beautiful agility of the fighters, the clouds of white dust, the fluttering of a thousand fans, the hoarse, stac- cato, gasping cheers, wrung from the very depths of all those frantic Ma- gellans. It was mad, it was electric, it was foot ball a la Spain; foot ball with a touch of cruelty, a paprika dash of blood and danger; foot ball in a comic opera setting of dark- eyed women, diplomats fin fancy- dress costume, and revolutionists in sombreros. Pug divided his atten- tion between the bullfight and Miss Dlefo‘u profile. FHe felt a wave of exultation every time her eves met his; she may have cried all night, but there was a dancing devil of mischief in her smile now. 'What on earth has she got up her sleeve?’ Pug wondered. He soon found out. One of the bull- fighters rode Into the ring mounted on_a horse that by Its clean lines and spirited bolrlnx proved itself to be an old cavalry horse. Pug’'s heart contracted when he caught sight of the new victim. Cab horses were bad enough, but to sacrifice a fine old horse like that- Lo ¢ rotten,” he sald to the con- sul. “That horse isn't even blind. folded. Look at him—he thinks he’ on parade. And the crowd is laugh- ing. Good Lord'™ “Keep still” the consul answered with an amiable smile, “if you don’t want to get in wrong. This is a Roman holiday.’ Behind him Pug heard Mlss Diego's clear voice. She said something in Italian to Gonelll. The nationalist leader flushed and shook his head, and old Diego, turning arourid with a | terrific frown, said distinctly: ‘Taci, carina—sport is sport “It isn't sport to a cavalry | horse.” she said in English, “Signor Gonelli, will you save him ignorina, 1 cannot. 'l‘ho people exel Tt will be good sport L-;mu it lasts. Besidea the horse is ld. to Gen. Martino,, the wooden fence, hesitated for a seeond while two ridiculous Magellan policemen in |cocked hats made futile grabs at his legs, and then dropped lightly into the arena. Bohind him he "heard | Gonelll shout: “Let him mount! Give |him the gray horse!” And a roar of | voices, rising suddenly from the great crowd. sounded Kke an explosion of thunder, or the decp booming of siege cannon. Pug was_blinded by the white glare of the hot sand. But he caught the bridle of the big gray as he passed, saw the astounded picador slip to the ground and sprint to the fence, vaulting it nimbly with a flash [box. stragdlea of his white-stockinged legs. Then Pug_ mounted, leaned forward to speak to the oid horse in a quiet. urgent voice, and knew suddenly that every eye in Magella was focused on him.. For a brief second he felt like a nervous tenor planted in the spot- light for-the big aria in “Carmen.” Then he threw back his head, stared the crowd in the face, and waved his | hand. The buil was in a corner of the ring, his head lowered, his bored, somber eyes fixed on an agile young- ster in a velevt jacket who was tempting Providence with a red scarf. Pug felt the old gray's body tremble. He saw the agile youngster stepr de, and the bull, baffled, furious, disgusted, tore across the bloody arena with death in his eye. What happened then Pug himself could never remember. In five min- utes he learned more about bull- fighting than he could have learned at Joselito's right hand. It was easy enough to dodge the bull's infuriated charges so lom; as the old horse kept his head. When Pug tired of that he dismounted and played tiddledywinks with Magellan feelings. One-stepping at Claridge's and jumping through Manhattan hoops had taught him how to step fast, how to dodge trouble, and how to come up smiling. He heard roars of approval around him, and It stirred something in his blood. Keeping his tireless self between thaf bull and Miss Diego's horse was the best thing life had offered him. The professional toreadors panted at his heels. He broke every rule of the game. He knew nothiug except that he hated that bull, and that somehow he intended to get him. Before his eyes the world was a dancing kalel doscope of scarfet and gold, & dizsy jumble of sombreros, sky, dust and twinkling legs. Every time he side- stepped the enemy he heard faintly that satisfled howl from Gonelll's na- tionalists. They could forget the Yankee in the picador, the enemy in the good sport. Pug’s heart warmed to them. Once He mounted the bull's back and rode for a hundred yards, clinging to the outraged beast’s horns and shouting like a maniac. “This isn't building rallways,” he thought; “but it'’s making friends for me. h, t wonderful girl! Tl bet she knew She watched Of course she knew. the Americano with shining eyes. “You made a mistake” she cried, laughing at Gonelll's chagrin. *“The Magellans llke your Signor Pug— listen to them! Pug had tired out the bull, just as he had tired New York in (ho,so dim days of Broadway hoop-jumping. The bull stood, swaying drunkenly, his feet planted wide apart, his head drooping. Little streams of blood trickled down his sides and spattered in the dust. Pug swung his arms, took a deep breath, and held out his hand to Gonelli's imported matador. “Give me the sword,” he panted. “This is my bull.® GO it was A few thousand Magel- lan sombreros spun skyward at the death. Pug turned, raised his hand, and grinned. Then he mounted Miss Diego's horse, galloped to the gate and through into the dusty plazza outside the Arena * % x % at his heels until he had crossed the piazsa and had disappeared down the ! narrow Via Naszionale toward the heart of the city. Something told him that it was best not to wait for Miss Diego's smile. He rode straight to the consu- late, led the big gray through the front door and tethered him in the courtyard where he could lip peacefully at the consul's flower beds. Then Pug bathed himself, and while he was waiting for the consul taught the green and mld parret to say “Abasso Gonelll!™ in horrible falsetto squeak. ‘When the consul came he threw his hat up in the air and danced a few ecstatic steps. “Glory be to God,” he whispered, “I have shouted myself hoarse. I have cheered like a maniac, ‘Why, boy, that crowd was eating out of your hand! The name Signor Pug ran like wildfire around the Arena Goldoni this afternoon. Gonelli's folloyers think that you are possessed of the devil. You are in danger of becoming popular. So popular, in fact, that 1 advise your coming into the house. Gonelli's zealous hero worshipers might try a shot or two from the roof." They went into the cool sala, a hig Goldoni, a mob of men and boys racing | of Piazza Independenza. The consul got hurriedly to his feet and whis- pered to Pug. Together they ran into the court and, crossing it swiftly, mounted the outside stairway to the roof. The consul's Indian boy, sitting cross-legged in the shelter of a low chimney, got suddenly to his feet and came forward. were men up here,” he wis- vatching. They have gone now." The firing began again, and looking across the city toward the harbor. they could see a red smudge and the slow pufing up of lazy clouds of black smoke. Gonelli had set fire to the Fairchild company's docks. and with promises of plunder had led his army of malcontents to the water front. There was desultory firing along the Esplanade; then a determined attack on the railway stores. If any one was anxious to get rid of the young American engincer who had come to | Magella to straighten out the matter of the Marias mines, his capiure was forgotten in the excitement of looting water-front houses, terrifying inno- cent people who had had no time to run to shelter, and setting fire to any- :m:z]u:a(t w;uld blaze under the na- alist torches. It began in typical opera-boufte fashion with the fring of a few harmless shots at the closed windows of the startled city and might have stopped before the nation- alists got out of bounds had not a panic-stricken saloonkesper shot at the rioters from a balcony over his shop. The place was broken into, the chairs, mirrors, lamps and bar all smashed into pulverized fragments, and the contents of the cellar pourad O T D O R N R l320 3 contentaiot the cellpt ipoured it was not safe to venture out of doors within the city limits, Men who tried it = were oceasionally unmolested. Others less fortunate, crumpled up, and died in the gutters of a city they | did not know how to defend. * ¥ ¥ % PUG and the American consul left Just before dawn and went on i CARE OF WAR'S VETERANS IS NATIONAL DEFENSE GUARANTEE Representative Frothingham Asserts That Spirit of Those Who Fought Should Be Maintained by Justlce to Serv1ce Men. BY W. &, uu‘\"IA W‘ur'huu\!v & commission to assis the HE best guarantes of n{"““‘ They establistion & spirited citizen army whea [ d the United States necds one is in the ocare now of | [ the heroes of the past wars™” Thus!,, durins the speaks Representative Louis A heiped 1o Frothingham, himself a veteran of | ';f.'»‘ L he mprale O tHn treochak, two wars, a member of the House Lm the hospitals and homes whe r.wlw: military affairs committes, who 15| exnlo 3 golng to make it his special bu!lnfln:':‘"“'w'_ 5 in the present session to sce that| | Wit s justice, “and then some,” is done to Wh service men. As evidence that Repre- sentative Frothingham is willing 0] give his own money as well as Unciec | am's in the interesta of the f ' fighters, it should be mentioned that he and Mrs. Frothingham gave a gymnasium to the Amer again out tant the recently | in arms know an who wil Legion post in their home towr ,’ Masss North Faston, Mass at bripres Frothingham is a good 4 i He of the new type of congressm vike wa : Smmander have come in with the Harding ad- of Geor FDATY Toat. dn 16 ministration determined to work out|home town. ideals of public service and pui some e in legislation. e is a i ;& hiard fighter, with dhune .‘ | 10 comea ¢ as el iaad “and is & thoroughly red biood- | 1o 1o an e e 2 ed American. He brinis to Congress | P amikistor. e wak the same spirit whioh he afan honor student at Harvard and into the base ball team h r of Harvard Uni- at Harvard in 1592 and 1 Sen e ioncoied iy they were champions under his | ership. He made each batter “ru out” to first even though strikes were called. The Tle is mresident ctor in several ago he learned he displayed on the foot 1 ents of congressional life where he played so hard he fre secretary to former Rep- 1y had to be carried off the ficld. William C. Levering. For * ¥ ¥ % he was a member of the state legislature, for < years lleut the spirit of men that the nation “I know carried the best in into 5 us by ed business battle; I know the unmatched spirit |, 08 P¥ ieistin e they showed when they went over|ence he qualifics for active and ef- the top, in the trenches and when ficient promincnce in the new con- sress. More than that, he has ai- they were eatin out in training camp: ntative Frothingham. It is because 1 want to see that spirit preserved unbroken and go surging through the future of this country, equally us much ai anitarian sentiments that I shall work with many other friends of the soldiers in Congress for a def- inite and adequate program of leg- islation in behalf of those who serv ed the country in the hour of need lm.u kept up his athleties, specializ- now in golf, and is physically Of med . frame sturdiiy with a grip and arms knotting muscles, countenance and ruddy ~ and brisk he attracts atiention even he seeks to be Inconspicuow - 13 another thing about Rep- | itive Frothingham that will help Lom in his fight to get for the former service men “all that is good fl;he"f ‘{,"hk“‘fl “”;‘0"'“‘;“')‘1 Sagac | for them.” and that is his genial per- ity of Yankee ancestors, Representa: |sonality, his keen sense of apprecia. S8 > Ly S ltion for any assistance and a wide 00d_business for Uncle Sam 10| o uaintance among thoss who are in which circle he is e He was Roosevell, square accounts with the boy fighters 1t's like paying out money for insur ance, and it will serve notice to the world more effectively than any peace treaty or league of nations that we are building up the morale of our people in times of peace which will not stand for any foreign ag- | gressions.” | Yes Representative Frothingham | knew the spirit that carried the boys into action. He felt it himself in '98 when he was commigsloned a sec- ond lieutenant in the Marine Corps nd commanded the guard on the U. 8. 8. Yankee in Cuban waters dur- ing the war with Spain, | He felt it again when the hun raids on civilization brought the worid to war. He went overseas accompanied by his wife, as & member of the Mass- | well esteemed. of the late Col. pecially friend who when Frothingham was speaker of the Massachuscits state legisla- ture and Cannon was Speaker of the national House of Representatives gave a dinner at the White House €0 they could meet, and had the most prominent political leaders there to greet them. Probably none of th new men in the House, or few o the older ones, hav ing among the politi this country than *“Louie” Frothing- ham. “Whatever ability or influence 1 have will be given in service for the service men,” he said, and added, “It could not be put to a hetter use.” (Copyright, 1521, by The Washinglon Star.) powers in foot, walking very slowly without any outward show of nervousness, the entire length of the Via Nazionale without encountering a soul. Every gate was locked, every window shut- tered. The street lights burned dim- Iy in the opaque darkness of that mysterious moment which co: before the breaking of day. Teh i glare w and and terrible, they brutal yelling of Their own footsteps ainst the stone walls This part of Magella as a country village, he consul knew that ndow there were peo- ed, listening, terrified, them they could see the ruddy of the burning wh: i Uhen, very Tar away and tesripy heard the raucous, the marauders. echoed loudly ag; of the houses. behind every wi; ple who crouch, walting for th, | Frederick Ward BY WILLIAM STUART FLEMI) N 1850 the Taiping rebellion broke A Forgotten Hero templated with pride the respect which has been shown the great men of other lands who served us in the revo- ont in southern China and between | Tutionury war. ~ Nobie stotens Toce then and 1860 the pings had | been ereeted in their honor, and ravaged the whole of the southern rightly so, for they served humanity, treedom and us The thought also has posscssed me that we have neglected and forgotten the hero we sent from here. The achlevements of Frederick Ward rank well up on the rolls of valor in history and his romantic career is typically American, since he rose from obscurity to a and eastern parts of the country, pene- trated the Yangtse valley and captured all of the cities in the provinces of Chekiang and Kiangsu south of the Yangtse river except Shanghai. They had ruined six hundred cities, Cri- Vaiing for that 'tide of cruelty and walls that shel “Providence f; consul said. They left the outskirts of cit; shnyéo?vu;ifn‘lhl:e ‘Vast, semi-circular entered the suburbe, whoo S to climb a steep path which 1 e retween villa “walls to Blan"ch‘llz house. He was fully dressed, wait- ing for them in the garden, and in the faint, opalescent light of the coming dawn Pug saw a little old man, very muu-l very fiery, shaken with boundl ge at Gonelli's out- buret. He hld 8seen the burning stores and had heard rifle shots. All night he had waited, pacing up and on our side” the the down his helnhmeumem bemoaning his “If I could have done Iolne!hln"' he wllled. fixing Pug and the cons ul bright, intense and very n.l.lve eyes. “T tell you, I would have killed Gonelll if I had known where to find him! What was Dij do- ing? Where are his police? I g-lk you?" uddenly he grew calm shru his shoulders and smiled. “Youg‘::g here, at any rate. I'm glad to see you both. Come into the house. I have some coffee for you, and cigar- ettes. As soon as you are rested we can start for Columbia. ‘There is no doubt whatever that Gonelli will attack the Americans Nome di Dio! What a barbaric country} I love every stick and stone of it, but there are times when I could cry at the stupidity of the people. They are elther brl{nndl or saints— no one is sane. am too old enjoy picturesque madness.” w (Oopyright, Dodd, Mead & Os.) The Word Monger. 6¢ A LLOCATION.” maid the word monger, “is a word that Is bde- ing given considerable prominence. It became popular during the war in connection with ships and loans. The ‘allocation’ of shipping and the ‘allo- cation’ of loans came to be current phrases. Not long ago the Senate called on the President for Infor- mation as to how he had ‘allocated” certain funds. In a recent news- paper story about an operatic bene- fit in one of the big cities the news- papers sald that ‘the allocation of boxes is to be based on the size and date of the contribution.’ “‘Allocation’ i{s so closely allied to ‘allot,; ‘assign,’ and ‘apportion’ that the shipping and treasury author- ities might just as well have said the ‘allotment’ of ships and the ‘ap- i portionment’ of funds or loans. But words come into fashion and writers and speakers fall into or ‘fall for’ the prevailing mode in words as some persons do for the prevailing colors in socks or neckties and the pre- vailing style in hair-cuts. In the ‘olden times'—that is, W grand- father was In business—‘allocation’ had somewhat of a run as a finan- cial word and one could often hear and see the phrase ‘allocation of the shares of the company.’ “The word is compounded of a form of the Latin p ‘ad’ and the word ‘locare’ to place. “Locare’ is the in- finitive form of the verb and ‘locus’ is the noun or ‘place, and you ought to sce plainly that from this word you have come by ‘ocate’ and ‘loca- tion." You have a right to use allo- cation, and, if vou do, some of the village folk may gape and stare be- cause of vour command of the Eng- lish language, but you could express yourself just as well, and be more generally understood if, instead of ‘alloeation® you say ment™ < . J l Where, services, which were held at Sunkiang, and Sunkiang and at the other prin- cipal battlefields. proceeded to the tomb to make 1 fi.hlu place commanding the respect of the world. It is wrong to call him mercenary. The money he recelved from the Chinese went to pay his men, as at the beginning of his services he had to act as paymaster as well. Ward was a military genius, and this with his loyalty, devotion to duty, energy. and ability, marked him as one of the great leaders of men. The incentive for his life's work, without doubt, was the horror in Mhlch he held the ex- cesses perpetrated by the Taipings and his great love of humanity. Reference to the life and career of Frederick Ward is seldom found in American publications. The British, on the other hand, have paid ali honor to his successor in the Chinese service, Gen. Charles George Gordon, Our neglect can only be explained by the fact that at the time of his service and death in China we wero engaged in our civil war and achievements such as these in foreign fields escaped attention. Here it may be mentioned that, prior to his death, Ward was hoping to finish his work ir :lhlnl !All an early date and return ome for service with 3 o dl bis own Bov: ficed over twenty million lives and were guilty of unheard-of excesses and unspeakable atrocities. Shang- hai was threatened and the foreign communities there were greatly alarmed. Indeed, there seemed noth- ing to prevent these savage hordes overrunning the whole of China and bringing it to complete ruin. Attracted by this warfare, an Amer- ican named Frederick Townsend Ward, a native of Salem, Mass, who had served with the French in Crimea. went to Shanghai in 1860 to offer his services to the Chinese government. Atler viewing the situation he advised he government that he could recap- t\lre the cities in the vicinity held by the Taipings, but that it would re- quire considerable money to raise and equip a force for that purpose. The Chinese, at first skeptical, finally ar- ranged with him to pay after “the goods were delivered.” Ward was no bluffer and set about raising a force to recapture Sunkiang, a stronghold near Shanghai, which the Taipings held. He gathered a hundred foreizn- ers of all nationalities, but with a large proportion of Americans, and with them, by a clever and rapid night assault, took one of the principal forti- fled gateways in the city wall, which he held against desperate counter at- tacks until the imperial troops could enter. As a result, a very large force of Taipings garrisoning the city were either killed, captured or routed. This was the first s ltar;lhl victory the | —_— His Lavender Honey. \V B. TRITES, a novelist, tells a story about lavender honey. “In the highlands behind the French Riviera”"—so his story runs— “the mountains all summer long are purple with lavender. The bees, feed- ‘o.vernuel::t fo galned for|ing on this lavender, produce a honey AT ediately found high fa-|With a dclicate, elusive lavender vor with the Chinese. Decorations :I:VOM;E‘ender honey, the finest in e wor and honors were showered upon him and he was commissioned a general in the imperisl army. He reorganized the forces, which he officered in part from his own men, not a few of whom showed marked ability. From then the tide of battle changed. Ward struck a serles of rapid and success- ful blows and the Taipings lost to him one city after another. He secured the confidence’ and co-operation of the French and British naval com- manders, who participated with their fleets in a number of engagements at the seaports. His forces became known as “the ever-victorious army” and as such are described in Chinese history today. In 1862 V\'flrd was directed by the government to take Ningpo. a large city on the coast below Shanghai, held by the rebels. The task was difficult, but he entered upon it with the same confidence, vigor and devo- tion to duty which had characterized his previous efforts and assured his great achievements. On BSeptember 21, while storming the city, War fell, mortally wounded. The city was taken, however, and the Taipings sui- fered a crushing blow. The loss of Ward was mourned by the Chinese. Posthumous honors were conferred by imperial edict. High officials of the government were sent from Peking to attend the burial “Well, there was an American who used to spend his summers at Castel- lane, in the .heart of the lavender honey district. a summer hotel there with English servants. Tt's a nice place—cheap and primitive, but clean. “Now this American got married in due course, and on the wedding jour- ney he took his bride to Castellane, promising her, as a great treat, lav- ender oney every mot.\ing for break- ast. “But when the bride and bridegroom came down to breakfast the first morning of their stay at Castellane there was no honey on the table. “‘Where's my mhoney? said the American bridegroom angrily. “The English waiter glanced at the bride and coughed. , sir—er——' ‘Where's my honey?" bridegroom, more angrily than ever. “Then the waiter glanced at the bride again, bent over the bridegroom and muttered hoarsely: Sthel ata't workin' here this sea- | son, sir.’ shouted the Taken Down. -lTHE college graduate,” suid Pies- ident Hibben of Princeton at a tea—"the college graduate sets out from college to conquer the world. Yes, he sets out with a very big opin- ion of himself, but ne soon gets take down. “A college graduate, the day after commencement, swaggered into a bank and asked to see the president. He was told to wait in an anteroom, where a small boy was chewing gam - *‘Boy,' he said, after a bit, ‘do you know if there's an opening in this bank for a college graduate? “The boy, chewing grimly, ered: “Dere will be if dey dor’'t slip de extra five-spot wot I'm askin' fur in -enmelope, soelt" = the scene of his first victory. Memo- rial tablets were erected at Ningpo By imperial order annually throughout the monarchy until its overthrow in 1911 officials sac- It is believed that, unmindful of the old traditions, the republican government has no longer continued these, but a loyal American missionary. Rev. John Burke of Sunkiang, has arranged with the Chinese military commander of the forces now in the district to care for the tomb and its surroundings. Mlurnlfll’ recently to the United residence in China, the “con~ rificial offerings over his remains. a better stand- - An Englishman runs * v