The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 8, 1920, Page 6

By mail, 8.06, in the Rtate of Washington, Outside ef (he stata The per _ 14.88 for ¢ montha oF $9.00 per year, iy carrier, cliy, Ide per week. Which Is the Worse? Dispatches from Leavenworth prison tell of the unconditional release of Franz von Bopp, former vice consul of the imperial German government at San Francisco, convicted of plotting against the neutrality of this U. S. gov- ernment in wartime, and sentenced to serve five years in the federal prison. Another German plotter, Eckhardt H. von Schaack, who was paroled with Bopp, will be released as soon as the necessary papers are received. | Eugene V. Debs, who made a’ speech condemning) war and was sentenced to ten years in the peniten-| tiary for “obstructing recruiting,” etc., is still in jail. So are many men who had conscientious scruples against war. Which was the more dangerous to the United} |States government—the active German plotter or (7 il is ithe “conscientious objector’? | If the government can now, with safety, release | L I F E jconvicted German plotters and spies, can it not af-) ford to release also those Americans who, for con-| ‘science sake, preferred prison stripes to an abandon-| }ment of their deep convictions? “Play the Game” “Ineffictency” fs the loudest ery in the world today From the big business concern down to the housewife who tries to | get a grocery order filled correctly or her clothes washed clean, every- body complains that nothing t» done right. There is a flaw left there! |a mistake made here, and a line of gray remains along the upper edge of the should-be-fresh linen collar, The work of the world in being Everyone is full of the miracles done by cold baths on decayed and weak constitution —Locke. Si THE CRIMSON LAMPSHADE CHAPTER I A Shot From the Dark While the merry laughter of gay | @ancers rang thru the vaulted halls | of Nottadam-on Worcestershire, grim tragedy stalked in the cellar below ; done just well enough to “get by.” Everybody knows fhat this in so; all are suffering inconventence, economic low, ever unhappiness from It What—the question is repeatedly asked—ts the cause? Is not the individual discontent, bred of envy, the answer? For, after all, every condition of affairs, national or otherwise, in ¢ ed by the individual—en masse, to be sure, but the Individual, none the less. | see The housewife seer the business woman next door starting briskly to! town, pick and span, after a good breakfast served on dishes she need not wash. She will meet a dozen interesting people during the day,| | win success, perhaps, in her little world, and a salary check on Hat-| jurday night. The housewife wipes away a furtive tear of self-pity on the corner of her homely gingham apron and plunges tnto her day of baby tending and cooking, with resentment in her soul over her work’ loneliness and monotony, and covetousness in her heart toward the! other woman's job. And that other woman plods thru a petty round of office detail, con-| tends with the érratic tempers and temperaments of ber employers and associates, drags home at night oo a crowded street car with frazded nerves, knowing she must spend her evening washing her hair, mend- ing her clothes or doing some other of the forty-‘leven thingn that make her “spick and span.” | woman's independence in the matter of mere time, her freedom from | | economic responsibility, the love and care and companionship that is the normal wife's Lord Cuthbert faced his spouse, ful Lady Clarice, and dashing Frothingmouth, sitting on the ‘The baron, finishing the gulp- of a light repast, wiped egg from is mustache with the left tail of his frock coat. | “All evening I have searched for i" thundered the irate nobleman. | that—! ‘Cuthbert drew a revolver from his Pocket. The lights snapped out. the darkness rang a shot; then 's scream. eee CHAPTER IT ‘The Vanishing Corpse Poa eh aay Clarice ran shrieking to the) 4014 56 people envy each other's jobs, discounting the compensations | of their own, obitvious to the hardships of the other fellow's, adding another unit to the general feeling of discontent and unrest that they | 1 themselves deplore. | The idea of contentment ts not reactionary. Getting the mart out of will which stagnates perso! progress, ‘There is a fine old American slogan that seems rather to have been forgotten lately——"Play the gamef’ What about readopting it as « cure for this epidemic of inefficiency? a ee Initi ti ‘Te “Initiate” te to begin. and formal “inifiations® come.at the be sinning of one’s Life in college or Boarding school, fraternity or secret order. To outside observers they may seem merely silk, or cruel and @angerous (as they often are and one may wonder why any sensible person should submit to unnecessary pain and terror or to the degmda- tion of absolute obedience to the communds of howling tormentors. But year after year the game goes on, and to those who participate it seems like a part of the very nature of things. Amongst primitive peoples the initiation of young men Into the tribe is regarded as most important. Ordeais and ceremonies may be con- 5 | Unued thru weeks aod months, with every detail carefully planned by the ghastly evidences of trag-| the old men of the tribe. And when at length the youth comes thru |he has proved his power to endure and to obey, he has learned the like ond in a| sacred secrets of the tribe, and he has a keen sense of his responsibilities A revolver dangled from his|to it. nerveless fingers. A small tribe is everything to tte members, from family to school was murder! But where was/and church and state, and to lose one’s standing in it is ike being corpse? disowned, expelled, excommunicated and outlawed all at once, while was not a single corpse in/on the other hand, initiation ts like a combination of graduation, con- firmation and coming of age, with adoption’ and naturalization thrown in, in the case of outsiders. When children cast off their mother’ apron strings they begin to explore a larger world beyond the home. There they adventure and experiment and play and fight with other children, learning ail sorts of useful things, but saved from the burden of earning a living or helping to work out the destinies of a larger group. But the group consciousness ix there. Children care supremety for the opinions of other children—of the gang; and as they grow up and pass into the fellowship of higher and higher groups they are giad to undergo the successful ordeals that prove a capacity and a willingness to assume new types of loyalty. Man was made for life in a tribe or herd. In civilized society artificial ordeals are hardly necemary. One can prove coprage and loyalty in other ways. But they Ot human nature And so they persist. Puff! Puff! Americans smoke eight times as many cigars as they did 56 years ago; or eight times as many are smoking Cigars. Uncle Sam puffed 13,881,417 in 1870, but by 1920 he has become #0 wedded to the cigaret that he is smoking them at the rate of over 50 million a year. In lew than four years the cigaret consumption has more than doubled. This year 8,966,028,022 cigars will be consumed tn the United Staten, reports the Internal revenue office. This is an increase, in 10 years, of 28 per cent, The decade increase in cigarets tx 546 per cent. Smoking and chewing tobacco usage decreased & per cent in the same time. But everybody doesn’t smoke. In fact, only 28,000,000 smokers are spending this billion and a half of dollars for the “weed.” “A frightful waste of money,” some, no doubt, will exclaim. you may guese that 28% million, mostly adult males, will reply: thing that adds to happiness cannot be a waste.” Villa ia writing hia autobiography and the state department ought to do something about that. But, “Any- his right ear crawled to view from under the sofa, ‘Permit me to present Baron ‘Frothingmouth,” sald Wilkins, with deep bow. “He will permit me, 1 sure, to explain his unusual ap- The baron loves Lady , but can’t marry her because has a busband. He plots to do) with Lord Cuthbert’s favorite | and tells Cuthbert he knows ‘® g00d gunsmith. | “Cuthbert is in the act of handing | _ the baron the gun when the false| “friend flicks off the lights, fires his revolver in the air, dips the in tomato catsup and “erawis under the sofa. “He would have remained there un- {il the law hanged Cuthbert for his * and then have crawled out and married the widow. “Villain, there's no law of man to h you! I leave you to high wen's Justice! _ “I bid you one and af a happy i Year!" If they ever charge « dollar for a haircut a man may be proud of being baid., Lady Rhondda came right out and asked for a seat in the house of lords. No Rhonddabout methods for her. A drummer returning from Canada with @ loaded grip might be called a bottle-scared hero. WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ‘SEATTLE? QUESTIONS 1. What ts the longest dock here? 2. What was the Seattle lynching bee? 3. Can you name the 1920 popula TODAY’S QUESTION Who is your favorite author? Wilkins bowed himself ont of a! tion? ANSWERS ‘window and was gone into the night. (Answers Tuesday.) GRAHAM FRENCH, 217% WN (THE END) PREVIOUS QUESTIONS 45th st.: “Ralph Connor," 4 1. Seattle has 300 churches, P. P. KRINGLE, 4619 39th ave. 8. “I'm too buay; I can’t stop to rea MRS. FRANK HOWARD, 5656 | Brooklyn av “Any of the classics The average girl’s knowledge of je rather limited, but it doesn't take her long to discover that 2. Capt. C. C, Hewitt, in 1855, be came the first practicing attorney the prize ring comes with her en-| here. He was later elevated to be|are good gagement. chief justice of the supreme court.| ©, Hf. BENNETT, 9722 oth at. “1 aa mi 3, The baby born in Seattle has| prefer reading Woodrow Wilson to When « girl weighing 189 from three to five times more| anybody I know, chances of surviving to adult life than the baby born in the Hast or "eee ra ic. , answers to the name of “Birdie,” the eternal fitness of things gets an aw- fat jolt. MISS ELLEN M. PARKER, 502 Bellevue ave. N.: “Alfred ‘Tennyson. 1 like everything he wrote.” A Madison Square ‘Arabian Night Copyright, 1920, by Dowbteday, Page é Co.; pudlished by special ar- rangement with the Wheeler Byn- dicate, Inc, To Carson Chalmers, tn his apart ment near the equare, Phillips brought the evening mail. Besides the routine correspondence there were two Items bearing the same foreign postmark. One of the incoming parcels con- tained a photograph ef a woman. ‘The other contained an interminable letter, over whieh Chalmers bung, abagrbed, for a long time. The let ter was from another woman, and it contained potwoned barba, sweetly dipped in honey, and feathered with innuendoes, concerning the photo- graphed woman. Chalmers tore this letter into a thousand bits and began to wear out hin expensive rug by striding back end forth upon it Thus an animal from the jungle acta when it six caged, and ther a caged man acts when he is housed in « jungle of doubt By and by the restless mood was overcome, The rug waa not an en chanted one For 16 feet he could travel along it; 3,000 miles was be- yond its power to ald. Phillips appeared. He never enter- ed; be invariably appeared, like welloled genie “Will you dine here, sir, or out? he asked, “Here.” eid Chalmers, “and to half an hour.” He listened gtumly to the January blasts making an Aeolian trombone of the empty otreet. Walt,” he said to the disappearing She would sell her soul for the house) genie “Ag I came home across the | you'll listen to it end of the square I saw many men standing there in rows, There was one mounted upon something, talk: | ing. Why do thone men stand in rows, and why are they there? “They are homeless men, sir,” sald Phillips, “The man standing on the box tries to get lodging for them for the night. Peaple come around to lof dally living, no matter how far it may fall short of ideal sur-| listen and give him money. Thee | | roundiags and conditions, 4 not mean that subminsive acquisscence| he sends as many as the money will | mers. pay for to some lodging house, That is why they stand in rows; they get sent to bed In order as they come.” “By the time dinner is served,” mid Chalmers, “have one of those men here. He will dine with me.” “W-w-which—" began Phillips, etammering for the first time during “Choose one at random,” said Cha) mers. “You might see that he is rea- eonably sober--and a certain amount of cleanliness will note held against him. That fs all.” Tt was an unusual thing for Carson Chalmers to play the Caliph. But on that night he felt the inefficacy of conventional antidotes to mrian- choly. Something wanton and egregious, something highfiavored and Arabian, he must have to lighten his mood. On the half hour Phillips had fin- ished hie duties an slave of the lamp. ‘The waiters from the restau- rant below had whisked aloft the delectable dinner, The ing table, lal4 for two, glowed cheerily in the glow of the pinkahaded candies. And now Phillips, as though he ushered a cardinal—or held in charge @ burglar—wafted in the shivering guest who had been haled from the line of mendicant lodgers. It is @ common thing to call such men wrecks; If the comparison be used here it is the specific one of a Gerelict come to grief thru fire. Even yet some flickering combustion iituminated the drifting hulk. Els face and bands had been recently washed—a rite insisted upon by Phillips as a memorial to the laughtered conventions, In the candlelight he stood, a flaw in the Gecorous fittings of the apartment. His face was a sickly white, covered almost to the eyes with a stubble the ahade of a red Irinh setter’ coat Phillip’s comb had failed to contro! the pale brown hair, long matted and conformed to the contour of a constantly worn hat. His eyes were fall of a hopeless, tricky defiance like that seen in a cur's that is cornered by his tormentors. His shabby coat was buttoned high, but A& quarter Inch of redeeming collar showed above it. His manner was singularly free from embarrassment when Chalmers rose from his chair across the round dining table. “If you will oblige me,” said the host, “I will be glad to have your company at dinner.” “My name is Pitmer,” said the highway guest, in harsh and ag- greasive tones, “If you're like me, you like to know the name of the party you're dining with.” “L was going on to say,” continued Chalmers somewhat hastily, “that mine is Chalmers. Will you sit op- posite?” Plumer, of the ruffled plumes, bent “his knee for Phillips to slide the chair beneath him. He had an alr of having sat at attended boards be- fore. Phillips set out the anchovies and olives, “Good!” barked Plumer; “going to be in courses, is it? All right, my jovial ruler of Bagdad. I'm your Scheherezade all the way to the toothpicks. You're tho first Caliph with a genuine Oriental flavor I've struck since frost. What luck! And I was 43rd in line. 1 finished count- ing, just as your welcome emissary arrived to bid me to the feast. 1 had about ax much chance of getting & bed tonight as I have of being the next president. How will you have the sad story of my life, Mr. Al Raschid—a chapter with each course or the whole edition with the clgars and coffees?” “The situation does not seem a povel one to you," said Chalmers with a smile. “By the chin whiskers of the Prophet—no!” answered the «ucst. “New York's as full of cheap Haroun al Raschids as Bagdad is of fleas, I've been held up for my story with THE SEATTLE STAR O.HEN. Story a Day HUMOR a loaded meal pointed at my head 20 times, Cateh anybody in New York giving you something for noth ing! They spell curiosity and char- ity with the same set of bullding blocks. Lots of ‘em will stake you! to w dime and chop-euey, and a few) ‘em will play Caliph to the tune of « top sirloin, but every one of 2 ‘om will stand over you till they! screw your autobiography out of! you with foot notes, appendix and unpublished fragments, Oh, I know what to do when I see victuals com- ing toward me in little old Bagdad: on-theSubway, I strike the asphalt! three times with my forehead and | get ready to spiel yarns for my sup- per. 1 claim deseent from the late! Tommy Tucker, who was forced to| hand out weeal harmony for his pre-| digested wheaterina and spooju.” | I do not ask your story,” maid Chalmers, “I tell you frankly that it was a sudden whim that prompted me to send for seme stranger to} dine with me. 1 axwure you you wil!) not wmuffer thru any curiosity of ming’ “Oh, tudge™ exclaimed the guest, enthusiastically tackling his soup; “1 don't mind it a bit, I'm @ regular! Oriental magazine with a red cover and the leaves cut when the Caliph walks abroad. In fact, we fellows in the bed line have @ sort of union rate for things of this sort. Some: | body’p always stopping and wanting | to know whgt brought us down so low in the world, For a sandwich and @ glass of beer I tell ‘em that| drink did it, For corned beef and/ cabbage and a cup of coffee I give ‘em the hard-hearted-landlord—six- monthein-the-hospitallost-job story A tirtoln steak and a quarter for « bed gets the Wall tragedy of the weptaway fortune and the grad- ta descent. Thin t# the first spread) of thin kind I've stumbled against. I/ haven't got « story to fit it. Il tell you what, Mr. Chalmers, I'm going to tell you the truth for this, if) It'll be harder for than the made-up you to believe | ones.” An hour tater the Arabian guest lay back with a sigh of satisfaction | | while Phillips brought the coffee and | olgars and cleared the table, } “Did you ever hear of Sherrard Plumer?” he asked, with « strange| amile. “I remember the name,” eaid Cha) “He was a painter, I think, of & good deal of Drom{nence a few yoare ago.” newspapers called me a fashion- painter. Then the funny things | began to happen. Whenever I fin- ished & picture people would come to mee it, ‘and whisper and look Queerty at one another. “I soon found out what the trouble was, I had a knack of bringing out in the face of a portrait the hidden character of the original. I don't know how I did it--I painted what T saw-—but I know it did me Some of my sitters were fearfully enraged and refused their pictures, T painted the portrait of a very beautiful and popular society dame. When it was finixhed her husband looked at it with a peculiar expression on his face, and the pext week he sued for divorce. “I remember one case of a prom!- nént banker who eat to me, While T had his portrait on exhibition in my studio an acquaintance of his came in to look at it. ‘Mess me,’ says he, ‘does he really look like that” I told him it was considered a faithful Ukeness, ‘I never noticed that ex- Pression about his eyes before,’ said he; ‘I think I'l drop downtown and change my bank account.’ He did drop down, but the bank actount was gone and so was Mr. Banker. “Tt waan't long till they put me out of business. People don't want their secret meannesses shown up tn’ a pletura. They can amile and twist their own faces and deceive you, but the picture can't. I couldn't get an order for another picture, and I had to give up. I worked a news paper Artist for a while, and then for a lithographer, but my work with ‘them got me into the same trouble If I drew from a photograph my drawing showed up characteristics and expressions that you couldn't find in the photo, but I guess they were in the original, all right. The customers raised lively rows, ew pecially the women, and I never could hold a job long. So I began to rest my weary head upon the breast of Old Booze for comfort. And Pretty soon I was in the free-bed line and doing oral fiction for handouts among the food bazaars, Does the truthful statement weary thee, O Caliph? TI can turn on the Wall st. disaster stop if you prefer but that requires a tear, and I'm afraid 1 can't hustle one up after that good dinner.” “No, no,” said Chalmers, earnestly, “you interest me very much. Did alt of your portraits reveal some un- pleasant trait, or were there some that did not suffer from the ordeal of your peculiar brush?” “Some? Yes," said Plumer. “Chil- dren generally, a good many women and a sufficient number of men. All people aren't bad, you know. When they were all right, the pietures were all right. As I said, I don’t explain it, but I'm telling you facts.” On Chalmers’ writing table lay the Photograph that he had received | that day in the foreign mall. Ten minutes later he had Plumer at work making a sketch from it in pastels. At the end of an hour the artist rose and stretched wearily. “It's done,” he yawned. “You'll ex- cuse me for being so long. 1 got in- terested in the job. Lordy! but I'm tired. No bed last night, you know, Guess it'll have to be good night bad O Commander of the Faith ui and The [able ROMANCE MONDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 19 be By COND(, \ Aw, You: Give® 4 Me A EVERETT TRUE— —AND IF THe PCOPLS HAVe ‘TO STAND FOR THIS INCREASE, THEY IT 1S ‘THOS —— PATHOS Chalmers Went as far an the door with him and slipped some bills into hin hand. “Oh! IT take ‘em,” said Plumer. “All that's included in the fall! Thanks. And for the very good din ner, I shall wleep on feathers to night and dream of Bagdad. 1 hope it won't turn out to be a dream in the morning. Farewell, most exeel lent Caliph!" Again Chalmers paced restlessty Mi upon his rug. But bia beat lay as [STAND-UP UNDER SO fur from the table whereon lay the OCH nN pastel nketch as the room would per. M rf SUPTERING Lt2 mit. Twiee, thrice, he tried to ap <> f) proach it, but fated. He could see S 5 the dun and gold and brown of the ZWS> colors, but there was a wall about ay yy \ it built by his fears that kept him Y “Ybyy 4 at a distance He sat down and tried to calm himself. é and rang for Phillips. “There is a young artist tn this butiding,” he said, “—a Mr. Reine man—do you know which is his apartment? j “Top floor, front, sir," said Phillips. | “Go up and ask him to favor me with his presence here for a few min-| utes,” | Reineman came at once, Chalmers | introduced himself. } “Mr. Reineman,” mid he, “there is &@ Little pastel sketch on yonder table. | I would be glad if you will give me your opinion of it a» to its artistic merits and as © picture.” The young artiet advanced to the| table and took up the sketch, Chal-! mers half turned away, leaning upon the back of the chair, | “How—<Go—you find it™ he asked, slowly. | “As a Grawtng,” anid the artist, “I) He sprang up GOS Many a Pretty Face Spoiled by Pimples of @ master—bold and fine and true., Don't close your eyes to the warn-! no equal as a blood cleanser is 88.By It puazles me a little; I haven't seen! ing which nature gives, when un-| the purely vegetable blood medicing, ary pastel work near as good in | which has been on the market for | sightly pimples appear on your face) more tian 60 years. years.” | It is sold by “Thao Sane; sinh—the ‘eehtedtthe = other parts tm body ; Ms Granatite-evedrdtdes, on original—what would you say of} Not only are these pimples ani forms that?" ‘ ‘ splotches disfiguring, but they lead) dhe ante 0 od eee to be “The face,” maid Reineman, “in the| to nerious skin diseases that spread cured by lotions, ointments, salves: face of one of God's own angels.| and cause the most discomforting| ang other local remedies, as they May I ank who—” | irritation and pain. Sometimes they cannot possibly reach the source o@ | “My wifel shouted Chaimers, | foretell Eczema, boils, blisters, scaly the trouble, which is iff the blood (Jy wheeling and pouncing upon the as-| eruptions and other annoyances that pegin taking S.S.8. today, and write tonished artist, gripping his hand| burn like flames of fire, and make 4 complete history of your case te and pounding his back, "She ix tray. you feel that your skin ts ablaze, | oyr chief medical adviser, who will eling in Europe. Take that sketch,| When these symptoms appear on) give you special instructions, with bey, and paint the picture of your|/ any part of the body, take prompt out charge. Write at once to Medie / ii life from it and leave the price to/ steps to rid the blood of these disor-| cal Director, 827 Swift Laboratory, me. ‘ ders. And the one remedy which has) Atlanta, Ga. j : Before:the War ¢ a package Ouring the.War NOW! ¢ a Package The Flavor Lasts So Does the Price!