The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 27, 1921, Page 6

THE SEATTLE STAR Publtaned Datiy by The star Publianing Co. ¥ The Seattle Star Ry mall out of ctty, fe per month; J montha $1.60; @ montha, $2.75) year, $4.00, In the state of Washington. Outside of the state, 44.00 for @ months or $8.00 per year, My carrter, city, & “THE UPHILL ROAD” By RUBY M. AYRES (Copyright, Modder & Monghton) him, he cannoned into a man was entering, He pulled up sho I went to the beach where the city folks play ‘The “haunt of the hot polloi* day after cay From what I'd been told by a bit of a snob. I went out to aneer at the “os onplace mob.” But what | discovered wax only a crowd, A few of them vulgar, a few of them loud. (Continued From Saturday) door. Ferrier got to hin feet, they “Go with me! I've nowhere to €0."| were outside the hotel, The commis “1 would sérve you well, sir." He! sionaire was coming toward him.| with a muttered apology. In had laughed at that, laughed bit-| Ferrier flung a word at him | flare of an overhead light he sa terly “Pay the man. I'll settle with) Ralph Hastings, “Onee bitten,” he quoted, and she! you.” The two men looked at one am How little we grasp the importance of our own situation! Here we are in the ‘Tbest part of that state which ranks NUMBER ONE (Yes, No. 1) of all the states the country in the matter of potential water power—and yet we have business _ pessimists! New England has made itself rich and prosperous. When bond issues are to be # _ floated or other great investments made, the bankers turn to New England. 5 New England, bulwarked with immense savings, supplies the money. She suppiies And far out of proportion to the number of her people, her geographical size or her importance, is a reservoir of capital. New England agriculturally ranks low. Her fisheries are of sec- ondary importance. She supplies it because she has it available in quantities, New Her forests are vanished. She has no mineral wealth. New England is a rich, prosperous section of the United States because of WATER POWER. Her every river is a whirring factory center. The Star today notes in the Norwegian Trade Review this paragraph: “Hydro-clectrical energy constitutes one of the most valuable resources possessed by Norwegian in- ‘@ustry and trade. The value of the waterfalls of Norway lies not alone in their numbers, but abo their favorable location, many of them lying in the tmmediate vicinity of the seacoast and of good The natural wealth this water-power represents has been more conducive factor to the rapid expansion of Norwegian industries during recent years. Norway has been built up entirery on white coal.” Now if electrical energy has made Norway, with its none too favorable geographical the flourishing nation which it is, and if the comparatively modest water resources of New England have developed it into the highly intensified indus- center that it is, what unbounded possibilities lie ahead of the Puget Sound basin! we have “white coal” that surpasses any similar concentration of power in the And with it we have timber—the last great stand in America—mineral wealth hand, an agricultural empire at our door, fisheries that can be brought back to mificent proportions if we only use common sense, a climate that is unbeatable manufacturing processes, the purest and most abundant water supply, unsur- harbors—in short, we have everything. " An intelligent man can’t be a business pessimist on Puget Sound if. 73° HS F if i ! ! real danger to America, all these Gifferences sink to insignificance, gnd that the whole nation is weld- @@ into one, and leage like a blade _ from its seabbard. And it is a fine thing to show them that, in spite of baitings and The allies’ appeal to Greece not to take another drink, but to go home to the children, probably wilt Rave about the same effect such “@ppeals always have had. By Their Husbands Ye Shall Know Thgi He was a rather assertive yung man and at the club he ¥i4 joud- ly discoursing on the urrits of his wife, A mild my red old chap, buried In one’ those chairs that looks like” disemboweled elephant, had }€Sn listening with interest when the lordly young person ‘paused in his rhapsedy this listen er remarked: “Tho I do not have the pleasure of your acquaintance, I could tell as soon aq you entered the room that your wife was a broad-minded, restrained, goodnatured woman, who did not try to rule your per- sonal affairs and who never nag: ged” “That's just what she is, sir, but how could you tell by glancing at me?” replied the bewildered bus- band. “Well, she is broad-minded and somewhat in love with you, or she wouldn’t permit that young eye brow on your upper lip. “She doesn't bother your person- al habits or your hair would be shorter on the back of your neck. “She has a sense of humor, else she couldn't calmly endure with- out protest your habit of talking loudly and positively about every- thing that is mentioned by anyone; and she doesn’t nag or you would have less of that carefree, jaunty air that you possess.” You can tell @ little about par- ents by their children but you can tell almost everything about wives by their husbands, And you can tell absolutely nothing at all about husbands by their wives, for a man makes small imprint on the outward than any other It has even been sald that evade os aw Seeing of his women folk; which would again indicate just which sex bs the masterful one. Man for thousands of years has been toting the delusion that he was the lordly bess of things; he never was in any time or place, but until recently woman has let him think he was because she wasn't quite ready to openly take over the authority she bas always posseased and exercised. Whether her outward demand for dominion really will add to her power ix yet to be demonstrated; & might be that the man would wake up and protest, Among those who do not weep at June weddings is the pa of the ez- travagant bride From the Congressional Record PROBABLY THE REFORMERS CAUSE THE ACHE The great uplift and reformation on the part of the reformers began | something like a third of a century ago, We have had reformers who have undertaken to reform almost everything, including our morals and }our microbes. This morning I was | surprised. on opening my mail, to | find a letter inquiring how many | times per diem I took @ bath, how I cleaned my teeth, whether horizon- | tally or perpendicularly, and wheth- er I was going to support the Smith- Towner bill, It has gotten so, sena- tors, that I do not dare to assume | that I have a puerile stomach ache for fear that some compulsory educa tional or health agency will grab me and take me to a hospital and re- mave my appendix or some other |member of my body. I think #0 |much of my appendicle apparatus that I live in constant fear all the time.—Senator Fernald, Rep., Maine. Of the Great Mirror py DR. WILLIAM E. BARTON OHN HENRY NEWMAN, that truly great, but not always con sistent scholar and ecclesiastic, once said “I look out myself into world of and here I sight which ils me with un speakable Wistress The world seems simply to give the lie to that great truth of which my whole being is so full, ana the effect upon me is, in consequence, as a matter of necessity, as confusing as if it denied that 1 am in existence myself. “If | looked into a mirror and did not see my own face, 1 should have the same sort of feeling which ac tually comes upon me when 1 look into this iiving world and see no re flection of its Creator.” | ‘These are appallmg words, They | bring us face to face with the con- jtemplation of mankind placed in a world a good God has made, and | where, as the old hymn declares | “Every prospect pleases, and only | man is vile” . We shall never get far in our ef fort to make the world better, if we | have not courage to face frankly the of the men, see a ‘ fact that the world needs to be made better I have always liked the sermon of the backwoods pre: |text, “These that have turned the | world upside down have come hither lalso."” The points of his were First, the world ts wrong side up. | Second, the world needs to be turn. led right side up. | Third, we are the fellows to do it. sermon Personally, 1 have never been able to go the length of Newman in his dexpair of the world of mankind. The human world, as 1 see it, is a coin, worn and soiled, but of precious metal, and stamped with the Name and Face of the Great King. The human world, into. which Newman looked, and was appalled heenuse men were #0 unlike the good 1 who made them, is a mirror, and in it we discern but dimly the outlines of the divine purpose which made it, but though a tarnished mirror, {t still is a mirror of that purpose. Every generous impulse, every Thrill of holy ambition, every incen- |tive to right decision and herote en- jdeavor, every affirmation of con science, is, after all, a true line upon |the great mirror of God, revealing |the high purpose of creation and the possibilities of human destiny: With ail its faults and sins, which are many, it is not @ hopeless world, It is a good world, and if we try, we lean make it better. Try This on Your Wise Friend Can you fill in the missing letters and make a nursery rhyme of this? H-W-O-H-H-L-T-L-B-S-B-E 1-P-O0-E-A-H-H-N-N-H- H-G-T-E-S-0-E-A-L-H-D-Y F-0-E-E-Y-P-N-N-F-0-E-. Answer to Saturday's: Rolling stones gather no mous er from the} But most of them mortals whone ways didn't jar, Rut made me exclaim, “What niece people they are! It's all in the way that you see them, T muses; 7 snob picks the roughnecks and burma, more or lean, As “types of the multitude,” therefore he raves, "Just look how that lower class crowd mis-behaves!” But [nee the avernge family punch, The mothers and fathers and children at lunch, ‘The lovers that stroll on the beach, near and far, And somehow I suy, “What nice people they are! The crowd's not so bad if you look at it right Without silly prejudice warping your sight; Tho many vulgarians rine to the view, The bulk of the multitude’s decent and true; Just mortals who strug! Just plain human beings resembiin, So don't let your snobbishness act for fame or for pelf, yourwelt. ® bar To saying of crowds, “What nice people they are!” (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) LETTERS TO EDITOR Still Urging “Mount Lincoln” Editor The Star; Memorial day has been passed. On that day we honored, with applause, the thinning ranks of the Grand Army of the Re public as it wended ite way thru the streets and highways all over shis great land to pay MOTdrT 0 Tike who Me Wand died that the Union might waved. Eulogios were delivered tn omage to Lincoln, the cormmander in-chief of that great army of ‘61. All thin wag as it should be, I wonder, however, if any of those old veterans recalled, as they marched along amid the plaudita of the throngs, bow only a few weeks ago they were de nied a request they had made for a new honor to be paid to Lincoln, that the name of Mount , om the northwestern coast of the country, should have ita name changed to Mount Lincoln, a request fitting and appropriate, and backed by many outside of their own organ. ization. What could be more beautiful than to have Mount Washingten guarding the shores of the Atlantic and Mount Lincoln guarding the shores of the Pacific, the one an eternal monument to the man who denied the right of government to oppress man, and the other an everlasting memorial to the an who denied the right of man to oppress his fellow man? Two me- morials to the two corner stones of American ideala. The name Mount Rainier ts not ac- ceptable to many who dwell under the shadow of the mountain. Mount Tacoma wha suggested af a change years ago, but that name has never met with large favor, because it was localizing, as it were, a great moun- tain that belongs, in fact, to the whole country, The name Mount Lincoln nationaliaes the mountain at once. A favorite goa) of the tourint alroady, because of its grande” i: would becomp,.2e“Mount Lincoln, a shrine #24 a Mecea, Rising abruptly 40@-dlone from the surrounding | plain, it typifies in a remarkable de- gree, the grandeur of Lincoln, rising abruptiy from the log cabin to the White House, there to hold aloft ideain that whould rive far above the previous thoughts of the majority of mankind. It seems to me that a movement should be started all over the coun. try to ask the National Geographic board to reverse its decision against the change of the name to Mount | Lincoln and grant the beautiful and | ficting request of the old soldiers, and |that next Memorial day should be named for the time of the formal christening of the great mountain of the Northwest as Mount Lincoln. Judge James H. Chase, Cashmere, Wansh., crossed the continent recent- ly at the age of $0 yearn young, to bear, as offictal representative, the | requent of his fellow comrades of the Grand Army of the Republic to the National Geographic board. Though Presented in bebalf of 200,000 civil war veterans and indorned by 200,000 members of the Women's Relief corps, supported by the members of many branches of the American Legion and by some of the high of. fieers of the regular army, and de. sired by thounands of individual citt- zens all over the land, this request was turned down. Should not that versed? decision be re HARRIET E. CHACE, No. @ Virgilia St, Chevy Chase, Md. had preaned no longer; she had given him @ poste restante address to! which to return the half-soverei¢n. She had not spoken of Joan, and Verrier had not asked—the thought of her was like a knife being turned| in his heart And now, what was he to do? had not @ friend in the whole of London—not a houte to which he| might go-—not a face to smile a wel come for him. He dozed off again heavily—the effec of the drug, whatever it had been, had not yet worn off; there! was @ horrible lethargic feeling in his whole body. It numbed his brain, too, Soon, when he woke up properly, the pain which he was al ways to carry with him would make itwelf felt, and nearly drive him mad, but for the present it seemed| & long way off, like 4 voice in a fox Only little occasional twinges made him wince and shudder. The smart maid had intimated that—for @ consideration—she would put him {nie communication, with Joan, The intunation had fallen on deat ears. Momentary passion shook him, but it died away again—tfell trom him as a drowning man slips weak ly from the raft at which bis limp fingers have vainly clutched, He leaned his head against the back of the cab, Thought was so hard. It required such an effort to think of anything. But there was something he must do-it only he could remember what it wage Naw te Lod 4 othe police! Hevflust go and tell the police—put them on the track of the me.” Tho had robbed and fooled him—of the} woman who— He bad raised bis hand to the check string, but he let ig fall again. Joan—she made it imponsible! Whatever she was, whatever she had been, he knew he could never raise a band to punish her. It could not be done—it simply could not be done! All at once he realized that stupidly, as & man dots who comes slowly to himself from intoxication. That was how he folt-—as if he was recovering from @ drinking bout | He chuckled feebiy—he wondered if | the cabman thought he was drunk. He let the window down with an impatient band, but the puff of air that rushed at him was hot and overpowering, like breath from an oven ‘Was there no breeze to be found in the whole of London—no sting- ing, salt alr like that which ‘blew from the sea down at Kasteen across the golden sands? Oh, for a plunge tn the sea now— to Just thrust bis burning head into cool, rippling water. Ferrier groaned, It was not the Intolerable throb- bing ache that tortured him so much as the lethargy that seemed to be stealing away all power of thought and action. And it was Joan who had done this thing to him—Joan's | Until he hed positive | stooa he was speaking sloud, vaguely and) | fore him, own bands that had given him the glass to drink from—the same hands that had so often been clasped about his neck! ‘The cab swerved about, and came to a stand, The driver stretched an arm behind him, and opened the He went into the hall out of the giaring sun. A girl at the desk and @ porter in @ green apron eyed him with concern; he looked denperately i, When they gave him the num- ber of his room he dragged himeerlt up the stairs and flung bimself, dressed ag he wan on the bed If only Micky were here—good old Micky, who never rounded on @ man proof of his gullt—Micky, who was not like hot- blooded young Hastings, vp in arms at the first faint alarm—Micky, who knew all about Joan—Micky, who had loved her himself! ‘The heat seemed to increase, the room was stifling; the perspiration in great drops on Ferrier’s brow. ‘ He hated himself for his weakness he, who had never had a day's ii) nens in his life worth mentioning, to be laid low like this, He turned the pillows to get more comfortable; finally he discarded them both, send- ing them spinning (o the floor, and lay Mat on bis back, his collar un- fastened. He wondered if he wer not going to get over this—just then) it did not seem to matter much either way. Like many & man whose Physica! strength is @ thing for won derment, Ferrier felt himself done at) the first unusual weakness. Presently he fell asleep. He was lying on his back breathing heavily when the porter with the «reen apron brought up his bag. The man tiptoed to the bedside and looked down at him in a perplexed manner. Downstairs «ie girl at the desk ha Coclared that Ferrier had been drinking, The man in the green apron had begged to differ; now, as he looked at Ferrier, he was more ure than ever that the girl at the desk was wrong. He moved quietly to the windows, opened them, and @rew the blinds apart to let in what little alr there was. It was dark when Ferrier woke & cool breeze was fanning the | flushed, hot face of the world, the sky was star-hung. “He lay quite still, staring thru the open window; the mist had cleared | from his eyes, the pain in his head| had lessened. With returning mem-| ory he swung his long legs down | from the bed, and sat up with @/ pep berty. groan of misery. Years and years still stretched be- and behind him--a few days of his fool's paradise—the memory of a Delilah's kisses. The strength of his own feelings frightened Ferrier, for he had passed such an unemotional life— had never believed himself capable of either loving greatly or hating greatly. Now he knew he could do both. He had loved the slip of a girl who had woven herself about his heart, and then laughed in his face—and now he hated hert He rose to his feet, with set teeth, whitefaced. He had not been spared —why should he spare them? He pinnged his head into a basin of cold water, brushed his wet hair and went downstairs. He ordered dinner, but could not eat it when it came; he wanted air— to fill bis lungs with fresh breezes— to feel them blow on his face. As Ferrier let the swing-door of the hotel drop into place behind | other for a moment without # ing; then Ferrier made @ movement an if he would have passed on, bate Hastings stopped him. “Good heavens, man! What's the matter? Have you been til?” | There was a sort of shocked con- cern in bis boyish face. Ferrier) i looked down at him—a halfsmile’ | twisted his lips. “I might ask the same,” he said | bluntly. Hastings winced, finally be foreed & not very successful laugh. ‘ “I was looking for you, It's taken | me 10 days to realize that I nade an | uss of myself, I remembered | you said you had stayed here—I was going to ask if they knew your ad dress. But perhaps you don't cag to shake hands.” Ferrier extended. his big paw, “I reckon we've beth been it," he said simply. ‘They walked down the road gether. Presently Ferrier stopped with sort of apologetic laugh. “Let's go in somewhere, I'm a shaky. No, it’s nothing,” as | younger man looked concerned. “Tell jyou all about it presently.” They turned into a downstairs cafe and sat at corner table. H ings ordered coffee. There was a long mirror |the chair in which Ferrier sat, |he stared at his grim reflection | whimsical eyes. “I do look @ bit of a scarecrow: He put up @ hand and attemp [to smooth his hair; |how Joan had always teased hi | about its unruliness and the thought ¥) brought a stab of pain. Hastings glanced at him; he com ged a sidered that Ferrier had | years, Last time they met he been the embodiment of health @ vigor. Now he looked as if b a bad {Iness, He asked an irrele vant question, Jerkily— | “You knew—Kitty—is—dead?”" | “Yes; I saw it in the paper, not good at saying I'm sorry.” Young Hastings clenched his fist | “It drives me mad to think of he said hoarsely. “I only saw the night before. She was to that devil—Major, as you call hin % |when I left her.’ She—she wanted 4 I—I'd have taken herj] without, but she wouldn’t hear off it. She was straight as a die. | Kissed me when I said dby ' } her—she'd never kissed me bef. A all up—that he would never let Bi 4 g0 free. I don’t know what he se fj but she told me something in a feu ( His voice broke. Presently 4 7 mastered it again, and went on wil @ sort of fiercenese— in the morning—the housekes ‘ woman had found her. I felt no ing at all as I dressed, and ? he wore the same frock that had on when I left her. But face—" He stopped, drawing int’ I believe now that she knew it ter she left.” “They knocked me up about eight round. She was lying on the b breath hard. “I've seen lots of people, but never—never one & cared about. I can see her now. shall always see her till I die. eyes—they stared up at me.” voice rose hysterically. 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