Evening Star Newspaper, October 23, 1921, Page 69

THE CONSU Introduction by clean stories—stories full of that are free from smut or the aspirations of the real S of his own time. for Americans of - 2 " Irvin S. Cobb. O long as the reading public of this country care for good the vigor and joy of life, s Eories veiled filth, stories that e gpress American—just so long will the writings of Richard Harding Davis he printed and reprintecs in the English language. Himself a real American, he wrote of Argericans all future times to read. OR over forty years, in one part | &! of the world or another, old man Marshall had served his country as a United States consul. He had been appointed by Lincoln. For a quarter of a century that fact was his distinction. It was now his epitaph. But in former years, when place hunters demanded his consular sign as a reward for a younger and more aggressive party worker, the ghost of the dead Presi- dent protected him. “You can't touch him!" the State Department would “why, he was appointed by Lin- Old Marshall was a consul after its own heart. His official re- ports were models of English; full of information, intelligent, valuable, well ©bserved. . “If that old man's been feeding from the public trough ever since the civil war,” protested a “practical” | politician, “it seems to me, Mr. Secre- tary, that he's about had his share. Some of us that has done the work. “This place he now hold inter- rupted the Secretary of Stata suave- 1y, “is one hardly commensurate with services like yours. I can’t pronounce the name of it, and I'm not sure just Where it is, but I see that, of the last six consuls we sent there, three re- signed within a month and the other three died of_.)'ello\\' fever. still, if y insist——' )o"l{hunswrlctlcfll politician reconstd- ered hastily. 0,' Porto Banos, of the republic of Colombia, where as consul Mr. Marshall was upholding the dignity of the United States, little could be said except that it possessed a sure harbor. e Each night the consuls, foreign residents, the wireless operator, the manager of the rusty railroad met for dinner. There at the head of the * long table, by virtue of his yvears. o°; his courtesy and distinguished man - ner, of his office, Mr. Marshall pri)- sided. For women and children Po fo Banos was a death trap, and fore “old man Marshall” came thfre had been no influence to remind “fne enforced bachelors of other d:fys. They had grown lax, irritable, morose. Their white duck was sel White. Their cheeks were unsha: en. The coming of Mr. Marshall chaiged that. His standard of life, his tact his worldly wisdom, his chuerful courtesy, his fastidious persona ness shamed the younger m desire to please him, to stand 1sell in his good opinion, brought bac's pride and_self-esteem. The little ban: at second breakfast when tlie wire- Jess man came in late to :gnnounce that a Red D. boat and the [sland of Curacoa had both reported a hurri- cane coming morth. Also, that much concern was felt for the saff:ty of the yacht Serapis. For_forty-ei been heard fro presence on boa: coll * ok ght hours npthing had m_her. Owing to the rd of Sena‘jor H;n!el)', closest friend of the new Presi- :l‘:;!. the man who had made him President, much concern was felt at Washington. To try to pick her up by wireless, the gunboat Newark had peen ordered from (‘ulebra. the cruiser Raleigh, with Afmiral Hardy on board, from Colon. I was possible he would seek sheltjer at Porto Banos. The consul wibs ordered to eport. TR Marshall wrote omt his answer, the French consul exclaimed with in terest. i of importamce, then. this he asked. *“Is it that in ships of war are at the e senator? your country Service of a senator Aiken, the ‘wlrlilzls rinned derisively. b the service of this senator. they are!” he answered. “They call him the 'king-maker,” the man behind the throne.” “But in your couintry.” protested the Frenchman, “thare is no throne. 1 thought vour Presilent was elected by the people?” Yfn Gbd's country.’® Aiken explained, *the trusts want a rich man in the operator, Senate. with the same interests as! thelr own. to represent them. They chose Hanley. He picked out of the candidates for the presidency the man he thought would help the interests. Jlo nominated hina. and the people Voted for him. Hanley is what we <all 088. by Frevllchmln looked Inquiringly hall. position of the boss is the dangerous,” sald _Marshall “because it is unofficial, be- are no laws to curtail Men like Senator Han- ley are a menace to good govern- ment. They see in public office only a reward for party workers.” Two hours later the Serapis, show- ing she h: met the hurricane and had come out sccond best, steamed into the harbor. Her owner was young Herbert Liv- He once at M “The more gravely, cause there his powers. ingstone, of Washington. had been in the diplomatic service, and, as minister to The Hague, wished to return to it. ‘With him, among other distin- guished persons, w the all-power- ful Hanley. The ki ping _of Han- Jey for the cruise, in itself, demon- trated the ability of Livingstone as a diplomat. As yet Livingstone had not hinted at his ambition. There was no need. To a statesman of Fanley's astuteness the largeness of one’'s _contribution to the campaign fund was self-explanatory. After her wrestling match with the hurricane all those on board the Serapls seemed to find in land, even in the swamp land of Porto Banos, a compelling attraction. On reaching shore they made at once for the consulate. There were many cables they wished to start on their way by wireless; cables to friends, to newspapers, to the government. ‘At Jose's desk the great senator, rolling his clgar between his teeth, was using, to Jose’s ecstacy, Jose's own pen to write a reassuring mes- to the White House. At the e ul’'s desk a beautiful creature, all in lace and pearls, was struggling 10 compress the very low opinion she held of & hurricane into ten words. ©On his knee Henry Cairns, the ‘banker, was inditing Instructions to his Wall street office, and upon him- pelf Livingstone had taken the re- eponsibility of replying to the in- uiries heaped upon Marshall's desk, rom many newspapers. « o o I‘l' was just before sunset, and Marshall produced his tea things, end the young person in pearls and lace, who was Miss Calrns, made tea for the women, and the men mized gin and limes ‘with tepid water. The consul apologized for proposing a toast in which they could not join. He begged to drink to those who had escaped the perils of the sea. Had they been his oldest and nearest friends his little speech could not have been more heartfelt and sin- cere. To his disiress it moved one of the ladles to tears, and in embar- rassment hg*nrnd to the men. “T regret there is no ice,” he sald, *but you know tha rule of the tropics, &8 soon a ship enters port the Ice machine bursts.” ‘Tl tel the rReward to p2 wed his conocern. “Ag jong a8 we're here”" he gasped. “Not over twey days.” answered the Pwner nervousiy ‘“The chief says it a of exilep were will take all of that (4, get her in shape.” The senator gazed tlankly out of the window. Beyond if, lay the naked coral reefs, the empt'f sky, and the ragged palms of Portr, Banos. Livingstone felt tl .t his legation was slipping from 1{.m. “That wireless of s.rator.” he con- tinued ha.tily, “tel’s; me there is a most amusing place o few miles down the coast, Las Boce s, a sort of Coney Island, where the government people go for the sumig.er. There's surf T T've only to wave a wand and get of many years. They had met, offi- cially and unoMcially, in many |th thing they want. I thought! strange ts of the world. And fe from them on board & ingstone found in them and thelr talk of former days new and delight- ful entertainment. So much so that when, Marshall having assired tnem that the local quarantine regulations did not extend to a yacht, the men departed for Las Bocas, the women insisted that he and the admiral re- main behind. It was for Marshall a wondrous evening. In the moonlight on the cool quarter-deck they sat in a half circle, each of the two friends tell- ing tales of which the other was the hero or the victim, “inside” stories of great occasions, ceremonies, bombard- ments, uncorded ‘“shirt-sleeve” di- plomacy. Hardy had helped to open the Sues canal. = Marshall had assisted the Queen of Madagascar to escape from the French invaders. On the Barbary coast Hardy had chased pirates. In Edinburgh Marshall had played chess with Carlyle. He had seen Paris par throughout dinner the guests of Liv-|ya cht.’ Livingstone squirmed apprehen- sively. "Bui 1t seems” the senator went| on, “I'm at the mercy of & conspiracy. The woman folk want me to do some- thing for this fellow Marshall If, they had their way they'd send him to the court of St. James. And old Hardy, too, tackled me about him. So did Miss Cairns. And then Marshall himself got me behind the wheel- house, and I thought he was going to tell me how good he was, too! But he didn't.” . As though the joke were on him- self, thé senator laughed apprecia- tively. ¥ “Told me, Instead, that Hardy| dmiral.” ought to be & vice at Livingstone, also, laughed. with the satisfied air of one who cannot be tricked. “They fixed it up between therm, he explained, “each was to put in a good word for the other.” He nodded I in mourning In the days of the siege, Paris in terror in the days of the eagerly. “That's what I think." There were moments during the 1 A\ e e e o) P2 ot N S “IHEN 1 AM TO UNDERSTAND,” HE EXCLAIMED, “THAT YOU REFUSE TO CARRY OUT THE WISHES OF A UNITED STATES SENATOR AND THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES! bath ant. The guests of the Serapls exclaimed with interest; the senator smiled. Greatly encouraged, Livingsttone con- tinued. with enthusiasm: “And that wireless man said,” he added, “that with the launch we can get there in half an hour. We might run down after dinner.” He turned to Marshall. “Will you join us, Mr. Consul? asked, “and dine with us, first?" Marshall accepted with genuine Ppleasure. “But 1 was wondering about Las Bocas,” he said, “If your going there might not get vou in trouble at the next port. With a yacht, I think it {is different, but Las Bocas is under quarantine—" There was a chorus of exclama- | tions. “There was bubonic plague there,” Marshall _explained, “or something like it. You would be in no danger from that. It is only that you might be held up by the regulations. Pas- senger steamers can't land any one who has been there at any other port of the West Indies. The Royal Mail won't even receive any one on board here without a certificate from the English_consul saying he has not visited Las Bocas. For an American they would require the same guaran- tee from me. But I don’t think the regulations extend to yachts. I don't wish to deprive you of any of the many pleasures of Porto Banos,” he #dded, smiling, “but if you were re- fused a landing at your next port I would blame myself.” “It's all right,” declared Living- stone decidedly. yachts and warships are exempt. Be- sides, I carry my own doctor, and if he won't give us a clean bill of health I'll make him walk the plank. At eight, then, at dinner, I'll send the cutter for you." Those from the yacht parted from. their consul in the most friendly spirit. | l')"l think he's charming!” exclalmed Miss Cairns. “And did you notice his novels? They were In every lan- guage. J “He's the first of our consuls we've met on this trip,” growled her father, “that we've caught sober.” Sober!” exclaimed his wife indig- nantly. “He's one of the Marshalls of Vermont. I asked him.” ' “I wonder,” mused Hanley, “how much the place is worth? Hamilton, one of the new senators, has been deviling the life out of me to send his son somewhere. Says If he stays in Washington he'll disgrace the fam- ily. I should think this place would drive any man to drink himself to death in three months, and young Hamilton, from what I've seen of him, ought to be able to do it in a week. That would leave the place open for the next man. “There's a postmaster in my state thinks he carried it.” The senator smiled grimly. He has consumption, and wants us to give him a consular- ship in the tropics. I'll tell him I seen Porto Banos, and that it's just the place for him. The senator's pleasantry was mnot well received. Miss Cairns alone had the temerity to speak of what the others were thinking. “What would become of Mr. Mar- shall?” she asked. The senator smiled tolerantly. “f don't know that 1 was thinking. of Mr. Marshall,” he said. “I can’t re- call anything he has done for this ad- ministration, You see, Miss Cairns,” he explained, In the tone of one ad. dressing a small child, “Marshall h been abroad now for forty years the expense of the taxpayers. Som ing and roulette and cafes chan- he Livingstone nodded solemnly in as. sent. He did not wish a post abroad at the expense of the taxpayers. He was willing to pay for It P UST before dinner, the cruiser Raleigh having discovered the whereabouts of the Serapis by wire- less, entered the harbor, and Admiral Hardy came to the yacht to call upon the senator. Having pald his re- spects to that personage, the admiral fell boisterously upon Marshall. The two old gentlemen were friends t's just as you say;! s I3 Commune; he had known Garibaldl, Gambetta, the younger Dumas, the creator of Pickwick. 3 “Do you remember that time in Tangler,” the admiral urged, “when 1w a mi ipman and got into the bashaw's harem?" < “Do you remember how I got you out?" Marshall replied grimly, “And,” demanded Hardy, “do you remember when Adelina Patti paid a visit to the Kearsarge at Marseille in '65—George Dewey was our sec- ond officer—and you were bowing and backing away from her, and_ you backed into an open hatch, and she said—my French isn't up to it—what it she sald?” T didn't hear it said Marshall; was too far down the hatch. “Do you mean the old Kearsarge?" asked Mrs. Cairns. “Were you in the service then, Mr. Marshall? With loyal pride in his friend, the admiral answered for him: ‘‘He was our consul géneral at Mar- seille!”” There_was an uncomfortable mo- ment. Even those denied imagi tion could not escape the contrast, could see in their mind's eye the great harbor of Marseille, crowded with the shipping of the . sur- rounding it the beautiful city, the rival of Paris to the north, and on the battleship the young consul gen- eral making his bow to the young empress of song. And now, before their actual eyes they saw the vil- lage of Porto Banos, a black streak in the night. a row of mud shacks. at the end of the wharf a single lan- tern yellow in the clear moonlight. Later in the evening Miss Cairns led the admiral to one side. “Admiral.” she began eagerly, “tell me about your friend. Why don't they give him a place worthy of him? I've seen many of our representatives abroad, and I know we cannot afford to waste men like that.” “If Henry got his deserts,” he ex- claimed hotly, “he wouldn't be a con- sul on this coral reef; he'd be a_min- ister In Europe. Look at me! We're the same age. We started together. ‘When Lincoln sent him to Morocco as consul he signed my commission as a midshipman. Now I'm an admir: Henry has twice my brains and he's been a consul general, and he's here, back at the foot of the ladder!” “Why?"' demanded the girl. “Because the navy is a service and the consular service isn’t a service. Men like Senator Hanley use it to pay their debts. While Henry's been serv- ing his country abroad, he's lost h friends, lost.his ‘pull.’" Those politi- cians up at Washington don’t con- sider that a consul like Henry can ‘make millions of dollars for his coun- trymen. He can keep them from shipping goods where there’'s no ma: ot. show them where there is a mar- The admiral snorted contempt- “You don’t have to tell me the value of a good consul. But those politicians don’t consider that. They only see that he has a job worth a few hundred dollars, and they want it, and if he hasn’t other politicians to_protect him, they’ll take it." The girl raised her head. “Why don't you speak to the sen- ator?’ she asked. “Tell him known him for years, that—' laimed the ad- miral heartily. be the first time. But Henry mustn't know. He's I(oo confoundedly touchy. He hates the idea of influence, hates men like Hanley, who abu l For a moment the girl hesitated. “If I spoke to Mr. Ha she asked, “told him what I learned ti night of Mr. Marshall, would it have pany effect?’ +__“Dol know how it will affect Hanley,” said the sailor, “but if you asked me to make an consul :omru. T'd make him an ambassa- or.” * k% ¥ LATER in the evening Hanley and Livingstone were seated alone on deck. The visit to Las Bocas had not proved amusing, but, much to Livingstone's relief, his honored guest was now in good humor. He was in a mood flatteringly confidential and communicative. “People have the strangest ides of what I ean do for them,” he laughed. It was his pose to pretend he was without authority. “They believe crulse when Senator Hanley would have found relief in dropping his host overboard. With mock deference, the older man inclined his head. “Livingstone” he sald ‘“you cer- tainly are a great judge of men!" The next morning old man Mar- shall woke with a lightness at his heart that had been long absent. His old friend had returned. New friends had come into his life and welcomed him_ kindly. As eager as & boy, he ran to the window. In the harbor lay the pretty yacht, the stately, white-hulled warship. The flag that drooped from the stern of each caused his throat to tighten, brought warm tears to his eyes. When he knelt beside his bed his heart poured out his thanks In grati- tude and gladness. While he was dressing a_blue- jacket brought a note from the ad-! miral. It invited him to tea on board the warship, with the guests of the Serapis. His old friend added that he was coming to lunch with his consul, and wanted time reserved for a long talk. The consul agreed gladly. At 9 o'clock, through the open door of the consulate, Marshall saw Aiken, the wireless operator, sign ing from the wharf excitedly to the yacht, and a boat leave the ship and return. Almost immediately the launch, carrying several passengers, again made the trip shoreward. Half an hour later Senator Hanley, Miss Cairmns and Livingstone came up the water front and, entering the consulate, seated themselves around | Marshall's desk. Livingstone was sunk in melancholy. The senator, on the contrary, was smiling broadly. His manner was one of distinct re- lief. He greeted the consul with hearty good humor. “I'm ordered home!" he announced gleefully. Then, remembering the presence of Livingstone, he hastened to add: “TI needn’'t say how sorry I am to give up my yachting trip, but orders are orders. he explained to Marshall, this morning to come back and take my coat off.” ‘The prospect, as a change from playing bridge on a pleasure boat. tseemed far from depressing him. “Those filibusters in the Senate.” he continued genially, *are making trouble again. They think they've got me out of the way for another month, but they'll find they're wrong. ‘When that bill comes up they'll find old stand and ready for Marshall did not attempt to conceal his_personal disappointment. “I am 8o SOITY you are leaving.” he safd; “selfishly sorry, I mean. I'd hoped you all would be here for sev- eral days.”" He looked inquiringly toward Liv- ingstone. “T understood the Serapis was dis- abled,” he explained. “She 18" answered Hanley. *“So's all the other passengers would be held in quarantine for ten days, and there are fines to pay, and there would be difficulties over the ma But.” he added hopefully, “mawbe regulations have been altered. I will see her caplain, and tell him—" “See her captain!” objected Han- “Why Bee the captain? He doesn’t know I've been to that place. ‘Why tell him? All I need is a clean bill of health from you. That's all he wants. You have only to sign that paper.” Marshall regarded the senator with surprise. “But I can't,” he said. “You can't?’ Why not?" “Because it certifies lo the fact you have not visited Las Bocas. fortunately, you have visited Bocas.” The senator scated himself, ed at Marshall _curiously. t's like this, Mr. Marshall,” began quietly. “The President de- sires my presence in Washington, thinks I can be of some use to him there in helping to carry out certain measures to which he pledged him- self before his election. Down here a Eritish steamship line has laid down local rules which, in my case anyway, are ridiculous. The ques- tion is. are you going to be bound by the red tape of a ha'penny British colony. or by your oath to the Presi- dent of the United States?” The sophistry amused Marshall He smiled good-naturedly and shook his head, “I'm afraid, senator,” he sald, “that way of putting it is hardly fair. Un- fortunately, the question is one of fact. 1 wiil explain to the captain—" “You will explain nothing to the captain!” interrupted Hanley. “This is a matter which concerns no one but our two selves. I am not asking favors of steamboat captains. I am that Un- and he | | L——— A Story, By Richard Harding Davis | HE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, OCTOBER 23, 1921—PART 4. forward. he Hanley was leaning watching Marshall closely. “Then you refuser Marshall _regarded senator steadily. _His manner was un- troubled. The lock he turned upon said. the Hanley was one of grave disap- proval. “You know why.” he answered quietly. “It is Impossible.” In “sudden anger Hanley rose. Marshall, who had been seated be- hind his desk, also rose. Hanley spoke; his tone was harsh and threat- ening. “Then I am to understand,” he ex- claimed, “that you refuse to carry out the wishes of a United States senator and of the President of the United States?* In front of Marshall, on his desk, was the little iron stamp of the con- sulate. Protectingly, almost caress- his hand upon it. he corrected, “to place the seal of this consulate on a lie.” There was a moment's pause. Miss Cairns clasped her hands unhappily and stared at the floor. Livingstone exclaimed in indignant protest. Han- ley moved a step nearer and, to em- phasize what he sald, tapped his knuckles on the desk. With the air of one confident of his advantage, he spoke slowly and softly. “Do you appreciate,” he asked. that, while you may be of some importance down ‘here In this fever swamp. in Washington 1 am supposed to carry some weight? Do you appreciate that I am a senator from a state that numbers 4,000,000 of people. and that you are preventing me from serving those people?” Marshall inclined his head gravely and politely. “And 1 want you to appreciate,” he sald. “that while I have no welght at Washington, in this fever swamp asking an American consul to assist|I have the honor to represent $9.000.- an American citizen in trouble, and.” he added with heavy sarcasm, “in- cidentally, to carry out the wishes of his President.” Marshall regarded the senator with an expression of both surprise and disbelief. “Are you asking me to put my name to what is not s0?" he said. “Are you serlous?” “That paper, Mr. Marshall” ‘re- turned Hanley steadily, “is a_mere form, a plece of red tape. There's no more danger of my carrying the plague to Jamaica than of my carry- ing a dynamite bomb. You know that.” “I do know that' assented Mar- shall heartily. “I appreciate your position, and I regret it exceedingly. You are'the innocent victim of a reg- ulation which is a wise regulation, but which is most unfair to you My own position,” he added, “is not important. but you can belleve me, it i8 not easy. It Is certalnly no pleas- ure for me to be unable to help you. UNIQUE ONE-MAN ON VIEW AT SMITHSONION BY HERBERT F. CORN. UTTING character and person- ality into the making of books, an art long since for- gotten with the advent of the high-speed rotary press, has been re- vived by Dard Hunter of Chillicothe, Ohio, now famous for his handmade American paper and printing types. Hunter has accomplished in book- making what no other man has ever accomplished. He has completely fashioned with his own tools volumes of books. Not only did he make the digs for the matrices from which the type faces were cast and print the volumes, but he manufactured the paper himself at a little mill on the Hudson in New York state. books thus manufactured have been presented to the Smithsonian Insti- tute In Washington by Mr. Hunter and will soon be placed on exhibition in the graphic arts section. ‘The maker spent five years {n turn- ing out the two volumes and no tool, appliance or material was used fn their manufacture which was not in- vented during the first or second century after the discovery of the art of printing by means of movable type. For the paper he used linen and cotton rags, prepared with a mixture of glue and water, and for the type he used pig lead, block tin, antimony and copper. The matrices, punches and molds he made from steel, copper bars and brass. The en- tire apparatus employed for the mak- ing of his type would not fill a shoe box. Of course, this does not In- clude the pot used for heating: the metal. Two hundred copies of the two books, entitled “The Etching of Fig- ures,” by W. A. Bradley, and “The Etching_of Contemporary Life” by Frank Weltenkamph, were printed by Mr. Hunter on a hand press. He has received orders for 300 others, but since the printing of the first two hundred has closed his paper mill at Marlborough-on-the-Hudson and moved to Chillicothe, where he acts as an advisor for a papermakers sociation. The mill, operated entirely by Mr. Hunter, turned out 500 sheets of handmade paper each week. ‘This paper_will last forever. Containing long fibre, its strength is far greater than that of machinemade paper and as only natural unbleached materials are used in its manufacture it will never turn yellow with age. * ok X % 1\/ R. HUNTER, the author of several articles on water marking of paper, has also presented the Smith- sonian museum with specimens of his work in water marks which are without peer. In one he reproduces the picture of an artist in such a manner that it cannot be discerned until the sheet is turned up to the 1ight. In the making of the paper Mr. Hunter used only the methods em- ployed In the old English handshops. The linen and cotton rags, washed clean, were first emaciated and mixed with water and glue into a pulp in a vat. A wooden frame Wwith finely threaded screen of copper wires, the the Raleigh. At a pinch the admiral and carrfed me to Jamaica. buit the Raleigh’s engines are knocked about, too. T've got to reach Kingston Thursday. The boat leaves there Thursday for New York. At first it looked as though I couldn't do It but we find that the Royal Mall is due today, and she can get to King- ston Wednesday night. It's a great plece of luck. I wouldn’t bother you with my trouble the senator ex- plained pleasantly, “but the agent of the Royal Mall here won't sell me a "‘ikfi! until you've put your seal to 8. He extended a plece of printed paper. ‘The face of the consul had grown ve. He accepted the paper. but did not look at it. Instead, he re- garded the senator with troubled eyes. “It 18 most unfortunate” he sald “But I am afraid the Royal Mail will {at take you on board. as Because of Bocas.” he explained. “If we known!” he added remorse- t is most unfortunate.” of Bocas?’ echoed “You don’t mean they’'ll re- ause an hour at the end of ening to a squeaky L I ¢¢*T"HBE trouble,” explained Marshall, “is thia: If they carried you, 1 spent half a wharf 1 gramaphone?” i - & might have stretched the regulations | size of the sheet desired, is then dipped into the pulp vat. It is drawn out with the screen covered with the pulp. As the water runs off the sheet of pulp left is thrown onto a strip of felt in a press. Alternate sheets of pulp and strips of felt are put into the press until it is filled. The top plate is then screwed down and the water squeezed out. The paper is then ready for the drying room ‘Water marking Is obtained by an impression of the desired figure bufit into the copper screening. The paper pulp settles about it so slightly that the figure is not discernable except when held up to the light. Some dozen tiny files, the corruga- tions on some of which are barely visible, aided Mr. Hunter In fashion- ing the dies, the first step in the manufacture of his type. It was a painstaking task, for the dies first must be absolutely accurate else the type will be “off its feet.” The steel dies completed, their impressions were pounded into a brass or copper matrix. Again the necessity for accuracy was apparent. The last step, the manu- facture of the type face, brought into use the hand mold. The matrix was placed into & slot in the mold, which opens in halves. The mold is then closed and the liquid metal poured into the slot throufh an opening. After it cools the mold is opened in half again and the type drops out. Excess metal at the lower end is cut off and it is ready for the font. These Two | 000 of people. and as long as that consular sign is over my door I don't intend to prostitute it for you, or the President of the United States, or any ome of those 80,000,000.” Of the two men, the first to lower his eves was Hanley. He laaghed shortly, and walked to the door. There he turned. and indifferently, as though the incident no longer inter- ested him. drew out his watch. “Mr. Marshall,” he said, “if the cable ‘is working. I'll take your tin sign away from you by sunset.” For one of Marshall's traditions to such a speech there was no answer save silence. He bowed and, ap- parently serene and undismayed, re- sumed his seat. But Miss Cairns was not decelved. Under the unigpected blow Marshali had turned ol His broad shoul- ders seemed to stoop. In sympathy her own eyes filled with sudden tears. “What will you do?" she whispered. “I don't know what I shall do.” said Marshall simply. “I should have llked to have resigned. After forty years—to be dismissed by cable is— it's a poor way of ending it Miss Cairns rose and waxad to the door. There she turned and looked back. “I am sorry,” she said. And both understood that in saying no more than that she bad best shown her sym- pathy. An hour later the sympathy of Ad- miral Hardy was expressed more d rectly. “If he comes on board my ship.” roared that gentleman, “I'll push him down an emmunition hoist ard break hix damned neck!” Ma:shall laughed delightedly. The loyalty of his friend was never 50 welcome. “You'll treat him with every cour- tesy.” he said. “The only satisfac- tion he gets out of this is to see that he has hurt me. will not gme him that satisfaction. * % % % UT Marshall found that to conceal his wound was more difficult than he had anticipated. When, at tea time, on the deck of the warship, he again met Senator Hanley and the guests of the Serapis, he could not forget that his carecer had come to an end. He was made aware of it by the sad, sympathetic glances of the women; by their tactful cour- tesies; by the fat that Livingstone, anxious to propitiate Hanley, treated him rudely: by the sight of the young officers, each just starting upon i areer of honor. and possible glory. s his career ended in humlliation; only to press a bution and warships had come at his bidding. moment. The Royal Mail boat, has ing taken on her cargo, passed out of the harbor on her way to Jamaica, and dipped her colors. Senator Han- ley, abandoned to his fate, observed her departure in silence. Livingstone, hovering at his side, asked sympathetically: “Have they answered your cable. ‘They have,” said Hanley gruffly. “Was t—was it satisfactory?" pur- sued the diplomat. “It was,” said the senator, emphasis. Far from discouraged, Livingstone continued his inquiries. “And when.” he asked eagerly, “are you going to tell him? “Now!" sald the senator. The guests were leaving the ship. When all were seated in the admi- ral's ateam launch the admiral scended the accommotation ladde: and himself picked up the tiller ropes. “Mr. Marshall,” he called. “when I bring the launch broadside to the ship and stop her you will stan ready to receive the consul's salute Involuntarily, Marshall uttered an exclamation of protest. He had for- gotten that on leaving the warship, as censul, he was entitled to seven gu Had he remembered he would have insisted that the ceremony be wita and by the big warship herself that! recalled certain erises when he had At 5 o'clock there was an awkward 5> omitted. He knew that the admiral wished to show his loyalty, knew that his old friend was now paying_ him this honor only as a rebuke to Hun- ley. But the ceremony was no longer an honor. Hanley had made of it a mockery. But, without a scene. it now was 100 late to avoid it. The first of the seven guns had roared from the bow, and, as often as he had st00d before, as never he would S0 stand again. Marshall took his place at the gangwey of the launch. His eyes were fixed on the flag, his gra head was uncovered, his hat was pressed above his heart. For the first time since Hanley harl left the consulate Marshall fell into { xudden terror lest he might give way to his emotions. Indignant at the thought, he held himself erect. His face was set like a mask. his eyes were untroubled. He was determined they should not see that he was suf- fering. Ancther gun spat out a burst of white smoke. a stab of flame. There was _un echoing roar. Another and another followed. Marshali counted seven, and then, with a bow to the admiral, backed from the gangway And then another gun shattered the hot, heavy silence. Marshall, con- fused, embarrassed. assuming he & counted wrong. hastily return:? his place. But again before he co. leave it. fn savage haste a ninth f.i roared out its greeting. He could not still be mistaken. He turned appeal- ingly to his friend. The eyes of the admiral were fixed upon the warship. jAgain a gun shattered the =ilence. Was it a jest? Were they laughing mrshall flushed miserably. swift glance toward the They were smiling. Then The face of Living- others. it was a jest. stone alone betrayed a like bewllder- { ment to his own. But the others, who knew. were mocking him. For the thirteenth time a gun #hook the brooding swamp land of Porto Banos. And then. and not until then, did the flag crawl slowly from the masthead. Mary Cairns broke the tensenesx by burating into tears. { But Marshall saw that every one elce. {mave she and Livingstone, were still smiling. Even the bluefackets in charge of the launch were grinning at him. And then from the warship. un- checked, came, against all regula- | tions. three long. splendid cheers. rshail felt his 1ips avivering. warm tears forcing thelr wav 1o h's He turned beseachingly 10 his | ~yes. !triend. His voice trembled “Charles.* he begged, “are they laughing at me>” Eagerly, befors tha other conll nswer. Senntor Hanley tossed hi cigar into the water. and. scram | bling forward, seized Marshall by the and. ! eMr. Marshall” he cried. “our Prenident has great faith in Abra- ham Lincoln's judgment of men. nd this salute means that this morn- ing he sppointed you our nmew min- ister to The Hague. I'm one of those politiclans who keeps his word I told you I'd take your tin = away from you by sunset. I've done it Copyright by Charies Scribners’ Sons. Rights Resarved. EXHIBIT IS PLACED INSTITUTION OLD PRINT SHOWING WORK IN ONE OF THE FIRST PAPER MILLS. FOLLOWING THE A OF WORKMANSHIP, THE BOOKS NOW ON EXHIBITION WERE MADE ENTIRELY BY ONE MAN. 1 files, the original mold and another| what Mr. Hunter terms the “book | of the great Latin Bible must be com- made by Mr. Hunter, the matrices and steel dies are on exhibition in the graphic arts department at the Smith- sonfan. The 1deal sheet of paper, according to Mr. Hunter, is formed from a mix- ture of cotton and linen unbleached and free from all foreign matter. All paper made before 1775 was of linen and the molds from which the sheets were formed were made with wires running the long way held in place by smaller wires running the short way. "THE progress in the hand making of paper by this method can be noted by examination of the water mark. Very old paper shows the water marks made by the wires con- verging into each c:iher near the points where the cross wires were located in the mold. Later makers were able to turn out a far superior sheet in which the water mark lines were uniform throughout. Knowledge of this, according to officials of the Smithsonian, has aided in the detec- tion of flaws in the ages assigned to rare engravings and wood cuts, be- cause many which it is claimed date back hundreds of years are printed on paper in which the lines are uniform, and such paper, it is known, was not manufactured until consider- ably later. Thus, it can be seen that with the exception of maintaining uniform water-mark lines, the modern method, employed by Mr. Hunter in the making of paper by hand differs very little from that first used by the Chinese in the first and second centuries. How Mr. Hunter thinks the book- maker should regard his work as an art is shown by the following ex- cerpt from onme of his articles: “The consistent book will be a per- sonality because it will be made by few men; that is, few hands and minds will construct the volume, all but one aim. Horing, BT e book should b the work of one man alone. Thei should be & better understanding tween the three acts in the makin, and when this understanding exist we will produce the .much-talked of, but seldom seen, book harmonious.” Such a creed was followed by the artisans of the fifteenth century, when book making was in its infancy. In the sixteenth century came the scholar printers—Alous in Venice— Froben in Basel—Badius and the Es- tiennes in Paris Plantin in Ant- werp. They first gave to the world the classics In printed pages. Aivus Manutius devoted his energies 1 scholarly publications, and it is said that in twenty-one years Wwith his printing presses he did more than any other man to facilitat the spread of earning. He was also _the Inventor of the “italic” face. In 1501, he had cut the new type based on the cursive handwriting then in vogue in Italy. It at once became popular and in hun- dreds of years has changed little. These examples show the closer co- ordination which existed between the scholad, writer and the actual printer of books in the earlier centuries, all of which went into the making of * ok k% o{law. harmonious.” Just as the builder of a house would be the best judge o the paint it should take the writer of & book should be the best judge of what type face it should be printed in, the color and character of the binding, the width of the columas. etc. How much the character and per- sonnel of the writer was involved in the printing of early books is also shown by rules followed by early printers in Paris and London. Prior to the advent of Johann Gutenberg, described as the world’s first master printer in Mainz about 1454, all the European writings and records were kept in the shape of manuscripts. Much of the work of copying these manuscripts was done In monasteries, but in such im- portant capitals as Parix a veritable profession of penmen, scribes, rubri- cators and illuminators sprang up. * % % % THE first type faces followed the curves of the manuscripts. Print- ing then was accepted as the mimeo- graph machine {8 now--a method of copying with less labor. Consequently the first books were printed without title pages, first capital letters begin- ning paragraphs were omitted and the size of the pages and the type were ! derived from the size of the manuscript. After the printers had finished their tasks the headlines and imitial letters ‘were inserted by the rubricator or fl- luminator and the binding often adjust- ed to suit the tastes of the particular purchaser. Following of style set in Pages of manuscript accounted for such pondercus volumes as the first printed Bible, the forty-two-lines Bible, o called from the number of lines in a column. Authorities differ as to the first user of movable type faces in Europe, but it is generally accepted that Johann Gutenberg perfected the first in Mains in 1453. One historian the so-called “Haarlem Legend,™ attributes its discovery to Laurens Janszoon Coster of Haarlem about 1440, recites ‘which This declares that the new art Was ul investigation for ten years and that it was 1460 before men ac- tually began to print in Eu . How- ever, best informed authorities declare that the earliest plece of printing in Eumn extant, to which a definite date can attached, is an “Indulgence,” printed at Mainz in 1454. Of this in- dulgence, which was granted by Pope Nicholas V to such as should con- tribute toward the expense War against the Turks, there are two tically cotemporary editions in dl ent type faces, one of thirty-one, the other of thirty lines. The former musi have been printed on or before Novem. ber 15, 1454, as it bears this date. ‘With these induigences are connected these names: Johann Gutenberg, Fust, goldsmith, a; Peter Schoeffer, r Fust's son-in- ‘The story is that Gute: 3 invented the process for making type, Fust furnished the funds and Schoeffer was the first artisan at the trade employed by the partners. ‘There is a legend that tells that as a reward for printing the firat copies of the Latin ble, the first large book known to have pri; Peter Schoeffer became the husba of Catherine, daughter of the gold smith. The two were betrothed in 1457, but the father insisted on proving_the or and talent of young Schoeffer as a workman and e the condition that two volume: ffer- Mainz; Johann a younger man, | pleted before the betrothal could Le f | fulfilled. On St. John's day, 1462, the finishing touches were put on the volumes. Schoeffer wrote on the last page to the effect that the task was finished. He printed his father-in- {law’s arms alongside and on the fol- lowing day, August 14, both volumes were exposed to the public and the 1 marriage announced. To the two treasures were alloted places of honor—Christine dazzled the eyes in robes of rich crimson felt, such as seldom worn in those days by eciti- zens' daughters. The Bible, with sil- ver clasps, well rubbed and polished, shown to the edification and admira- tion of all its beholders. The new art spread slowly. Ger- man printers introduced it into France and finally Caxton took it to England, where in 1476 he set up the first British press at the sign of The Red Pale under the shadow of Westminster Abbey. * o x % CAXTON. most famous of British printers, was an artist of the type praised by Mr. Hunter. He translated and edited his work, and his cholce of classics and other literature had its impression on the later literature of England. Among some of the works he prinied was that of Chaucer. There was personality and character in his books. One wonders if the onward rush of progress in the mew world communi- cated to the old world the crush of speedily doing things has not forever spelled the doom of some of these old arts, in which European workmen ex- celled. Surely it is true of the makers of the famous old violins, and the old toymaker, a figure In the chil- fairyland, could not keep pace with the contrivances of paint. papier mache and glue which are turned out by the modern factories, with which production rather than workmanship is the first factor. ‘When the average American picks up & book he glances at the title page or the back of the binding, to learn the name of the author, runs through the leaves in search for pictures and scans the type to see if it is easy to read. Seldom does he give a thought to the manufacturers of the volume un- less he discovers a flaw in ‘hs smoothly-trimmed pages and his idea of the printing is an immense build- ing filled with presses and smelling evilly of printe ink. Not so of the men who transiated and designed the books which they were about to print. The paper for each of their works was chosen and the type face selected with as much care as the actual editing. Mr. Hunter's exhibit will be inter- esting to lovers of the technical as ‘well as the informative side of books, but it represents a forgotten art and modern publishing needs make it highly probably that his dream for the “book harmonious” will be rarely realized. Mr. Hunter has collected data the world over on the history of paper making and the art of printing. He has obtained a bamboo type mold con- structed 1in a In the year 700 of the same type u in Eu- the eleventh century. This brass wire, antique laid, mold for the making of paper, a relic from the Van Gelder mill in Holland, one of the first to manufacture paper in Europe, wiil be sent to the Smith- 1e xhibition eoon. B8peci- first metal type known, used In Korea in 1403, are already on_exhibition the institution.