The evening world. Newspaper, September 3, 1918, Page 13

“have acattered $e | | / Tuesday, September 3, 1918 PAGE LONG with the tales of hate an that float in upon us 80 co! “over there,” there comes to us a story of another sort—a story of the beautiful influence of human lov different from that of the man with the “mailed fist” and the will to “rule or ruin.” In a pottery up in old Yorkshire there is a workman who until quite| Fecently had in his humble cottage ho: Constantly faithful to the tasks each evening to the bedside of the flower, or a bit of ribbon, or a piece o that matter, that would le out on the counterpane and give a little coloring | to the sick room and so add to the happiness of a little invalid’s life. This workman was a quiet, silent to his fellow laborers about the inten! at home. He just kept on loving the the whole factory in positive, though unconscious, fellowship with him. No matter how busy they might time somehow to make curious ‘ttle with diminutive figures along their sides—which they would stick into the kiln at burning time. ® One would bring some fruit in the Pictures, and still another some quaint little hand-made toys. Not a word did these big, burly workmen whisper of what they were doing, but quietly they would put the: sure to find them when knocking-off bome. Not a word was said, but by a sort of freemasonry of the heart he tnderstood it all perfectly well. It ts unfortunately true that there are cynics in the world—not as many, thank heaven, as some people should any of them happen to see thi: fact that the workmen in that pottery, fibre by nature, grew quiet and serious as the months passed, dropping their rough horse play and loud talk, and becoming gentler and kinder, more considerate, as the saddened, weary look of thcir fellow-workman told them that the shadow was drawing nearer. Every day some one helped him along with his task, so that he would be able to leave the shop a little earlier at night and tarry with his sick child a little longer in the morning, ‘The days passed, and by and by t came out of the workman's door, and of sight, there stood a hundred stalwart workers from the pottery with | their best clothes on waiting to follow to the grave the body of the little! child whom, very likely, not one of them had ever laid eyes on in life. We waste lots of precious time ar, it in trying to find out what is true a let me tell you that the whole of religion and of Christianity is right here in this little story of the Yorkshire potter, Love, gentleness, compassion—the and sorrows—the spirit of helpfulnes: tion which moves us to bear one anot It is the Spirit of Christ. Jesus and the Kaiser By the Rev. Thomas B. Gregory Copyright, 1018, by “The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) And the Spirit of Christ is Christianity, d horror, of bruises, blood and death nstantly from the war-swept lands e, the work of a spirit that is quite me a little invalid child. brought by the long working hours, | this man never failed, when the closing time came, to take home with him| sick “wee lad,” as he called him, a| f broken colored glass—anything, for man, and not once did he say @ word | sity of his love for the little sufferer “wee lad,” and after a while he bad| be, the workmen would always find| articles—tiny cups and jars, painted | | bulge of his apron, and another some ir offerings where the man would be time came and he was ready to go would have us think, however—and 8 little story, I beg them to note the many of them being of rather coarse he church bell tollod, the little coffin | “right around the corner,” just out| gulng over religion, and lots more of nd what is false jn Christianity; but living interest in each other's joys S—the sincere and tender considera- her’s burdens. Advice t By Betty HEN you were going away on W your vacations I advised you not to promiso to write a large number of letters, one or more to every casual acquaintance. Now that you are returning from your holidays the advice holds good, Tt usually am ake to try to carry the nees and quick friendships of ve tion days through the year. After those who met at the summer hotel or boarding house to their separate homes there is no longer the link of propinquity or of common interest to bind them. Correspondence, if it is begun, drags along wearily, each side hoping that the other will have the moral courage to leave a letter un- answered. It is far better not to make Idle pledges to write such letters, to re- Qlize that the friends made during a summer journeying are ships that pass in the night, to say “goodby” t cordially and cheerfully and return to the people and occasions of one's everyday life. } A Proposal. “M. K." writes: “Please give me a little advice. A young man who ts a friend of mine {s in a Southern camp. We have corresponded since he went there in May. Recently he wrote and asked me if I would be willing to be his partner in life after the war was | over, What I wish to know is if I sider this a proposal of| a should cc sly it is a proposal, and you| should not keep the young man wait- | ing for an answer, “—P.C." writes: “I met a young gol- dier recently who was spending the week-end with a neighbor, He {s fine, looking and attractive and he had a} Bood position before he joined the} army. We have known each other| but a month, he Is likely to sail ny time w a few weeks. He Wrote to me recently and said that he was deeply in love with me and would like to marry me before he sailed for) France, He sald that he noped Lloved him well enough to do this, n “Lam not sure that | am love with him, although I very much, My girl chum says t he is going uway to risk his life f¢ the country and for me, and that I ought to do what I can to make lim | happy before he goes, But suppos he should come back in a year or two and [ should find that [ really did not | care for him? Still, we would be tled together, and if he were wounded or | disabled’ it would seem cowardly to| desert him. What would you advise me to do?” | I think this is the sort of war wed- | ding which ought not to take pl You clearly do not care for the inan| ae nd e for her hus- | FEWER CARPETS NOW. HERE has been a heavy falling | T off in carpet making in reecnt months because 80 many car- pet manufacturers have turned their attention to making blankets for the army. 66 me sooner than do that. o Lovers | Vincent band, and if you marry him for pity and a false emotionalism you will regret it later on. ‘Tell him as kindly 4s you can that it is impossible for you to do as he urges. Copyright. 1018 by The Prem Prttishing Co, (The Now York Evening Work.) Li Ty Woor * Woor! Jerry —GvEss mesBiE T CONT FiourEe !— LET'S HAVE 2,J0€, L DON'T BLIEVE YA SHUFFLED BECAUSE WE SIT IN THIS SMOKER , THAT uy, ARRAY AN! BESIDES. ROBERT, TH VACATION IMPROVED CHILDREN SO Jim Braham Gets Into a Bad Corner While ona Lone Raid In the Enemy Lines Copyright, 1018, by The Press Publish’ QNOPsis OF Tt Jim Braham, a youn mer insurance’ man. They nd WORK On the othr side. arn jes opposite, Before leaving he informs: Ruth fo. (The New York Brenieg World), ShDING CHAPTERS, rm Rothven, to. the recat OF singlé-landed inspection of the German CHAPTER II. THE TAG- No over the river and Into the B identification tags look promi: K. O. for inspection.” hat's the idea,” cheerfully assent: I'm lable to have a wakeful ni I star’ “Hold on!" interposed Ruthven, “I party, But there's another side to it, row. bofore HUNTER. r words,” suggested Ruthven, ironically, "you're going to strol! joche trenches, select a few men whose sing, and bring them back here to the ed Jim Braham, "Goodby till to-mor- ht, and I have a lot of things to do t's all right to tre , too. t like a birthd And that’s where I may be of use to you, if you'll let me, If those dog-eaters lay you by the heels and rustle you off to a German war-prison, is there any one I can write to for you? That girl, for instance—Miss Kenyon—Alice Kenyon, you said, didn’t you? Shan't I write and"—— “No,” replied Jim, curtly, “you needn't. For one thing, T don't even know | where she is or in what French unit of the even if I did, I'm not going to play weepy letter to her that may get her “But it'— “There aren't any ‘ifs’ in this little outing of mine,” interrupted Braham, “except one, If you don't hear from me you'll know I've ‘gone West.’ For I'm not going to any Boche war prison, I've heard too much about their atrocities and their rottenness. That's the one thing I'm dead scared of. And I'm not going to one of them I'll find some way to make them Kill So long!” He walked away, leaving his chum staring after him with wrinkled brow and worried eyes. It was well after dark when Jim Braham crawled over the parapet and made his way to the river, A thin fog had risen from the water and muddy fields, blurring the landscape and | making practically useless the star shells and searchlights from either line. It was thus an ideal night for an excursion like Jim's. For two hours after he had received his orders that day he had sat hunched double in a camouflaged niche cut in the entrenched hillock behind the first line parapets, study- ing the lay of the land through a pair of field giasses, Slowly and with infinite care be had Red Cross she is working, And the baby and have any one write to feeling unhappy on my account a trained the glasses upon one section of the middle distance after another, striving to memorize all salient points. Thence, turning the screw to “long distance,” he had surveyed the rising ground behind and around the Ger man trenches and the course of the narrow little river, Ho would have continued his inves- tigutions throughout the brief hour of daylight that remained had not a Ger- man sniper decided to test the n- uineness of a clump of shrubs grow- ing in a gap between two lines of American trenches. The German had sent an inquiring bullet into the clump, The field glasses had been knocked out of Jim's hands and his hands themselves had been numbed by the impact all the way to the wrists, Once more camouflage had proved of insufficient protection, Braham picked up the wrecked field glasses and carried them back rue- fully to the officer who owned them, In one of Jim's pockets rested the proof that he had been bluffing when he bad told Ruthven he would bring back the wearers along with their tags. This proof was @ pair of strong little pliers, used for the outting of -AN' DON'T THINK, ROB FOR A MINUTE ALL I BEEN DOIN" AS DEALIN' you SWELL HANDS ! HANDS 18. RIGHT 1 — YA GIVE ME SIX "aT JUST HAVE TO HORRIBLE You CAN LIGHT ONE © YOUR CARROTS! HEY!-CUT ‘AT OUT! —VA We SCAMA yout . barbed wire. They would also serve to sever the Dracelets—whether of metal or of leather—which might fasten identification tags to the wrists of such Germans as he might chance to meet. It was after he had gazed long at one spot on the river’s farther bank, where a twist of the current carried the stream further to eastward and behind the front German trenobes, that he had decided to take along the pliers. For a whimsical idea had come to him—an idea which might well serve if simpler methods should fail, Jim crept along in front of his own trenches to their end. ‘Then he struck out obliquely across country in the general direction of the river. Coming to the stream a mile to the north, he stripped to the skin, bun- dled his clothes neatly and held them far above his head. Then he stepped into the water, Here, he had note that afternoon, an ox had forded the river; the water nowhere rising more than midway on the animal's flank. Here, too, Braham crossed without getting wet above the waist On the far bank he dressed, He had skirted any possible German senti- nels, and he was free to reconnoltre the German portion of no man’s land, a mile to the southward Quietly, slowly, he advanced, his ears strained, through the shimmer- ing fog, for any sound of footsteps. The Germans, as well as himself, might consider this a favorable night for reconnoitring, and he hoped to dodge any large parties of the enemy, even as he hoped to unsus, pectod upon some solitary sentinel Failing this, he wished to capture a certain article which would help him in the odd achame he had formulated as be had watohed that spot on the river's distant bank during his after- noon vigil. For an hour he prowled, unseen, unheard, unmolested, about no man's land. Once or twice he came s0 near to the German front line trench that he could see its parapet through the fog and hear the mutter of gut come tural voices. Twice he “stalked” sentinels whose measured footsteps he heard. Once he could not locate the steps. The second time he all but collided with ten Germans under the lead of a helmeted officer. Ho fell into noiseless step behind this detachment, Jim kept the offi- cor expecially in aight. Patiently he / FOR TH LOVA PETE. @tT THOSE BLAMED. 7 en SOME PEE-PUL THINK “THEY OWN followed the squad. Once, lowing sight of the men and fancying thon he further away than they were, quickened his pace, At the third at he was forced to halt and to sink si- lently to the earth. The party had turned back, and he all but ran into the foremost of them. This German loomed up in the mist, gigagtic and formless, as he towered above the prostrate Braham's head Jim held his breath. He seemed in instant danger of being stepped on or seen. Staring upward, he coud make out the shape of a helmot against the soggy gray of the mist He knew the man above was th officer, Again his fingers itched. The officer was in the lead, bis men strung out behind him in irreg ular formation unfamiliar to Braham But Jim noted that one private was directly at the officer's heels, the others seemed some stops behind ‘The American, all at once, had his great idea, The officer passed by him, so near almost while as to gr his shoulter As the private, just behind, passe! him, Braham half arose and thrust one leg across the voldier's path. Ts private stubbed his toe over the outthrust leg, At the same momen Jim bent his own knee sharply 80 ax to knock the soldier's stumblit foot sideways, The private thus lu: his balance completely and reelel forward to a fall. Had he been luck ing down instead of gazing obedient ly at his officer's back, he could ne have failed to see the man who had tripped him. As it was, the soldic flung forward both arms t his balance and fell heavily the back of his officer, The officer cursed the unlucky fellow for his carelessness. Just as the man coll ed with his superior, Jim Braham reached upward and secured a guod grip on the hem of the officer's long gray cloak, The officer lurched for ward a step, under the impact of tho poldier's stumble against him motion and Braham’s sharp ficed to tear loose the the cloak In another second Jim was rolling noiseless!y out of reach through the mist, clutching the cloak to hb body. The officer and the private were still trying to extricate them- yelves from each other, and the oth- er Germans hearing the rumpus were burrying toward them, As soon ae be dared, Jim steppes of clasp The Returning Vacationists Clash With the “Regulars” This $: ‘ ~ eke LASS SOS) ——— DON'T SPEAK TO MET —— AFTER HAVIN’ & FINE VACATION AN* ENERYBODY'S HAPPY you GOTTA Spoil. (T BY SITTIN’ ON TH EGGS AN’ PUTTIN TH BUTTER IN MY KNITTIN' BABY —S—e—eae_—_0Neeeeoe you SAID ITT! rolling and scrambled to his feet. He scurried off at top speed, still clinging to the cloak. Nor did he stop until he came to a ruined shed that stood ear the river's edge, near the turn of the stream, a mile to nerthward Here he paused, listened for a space, and then crawled inside the shed. It was baif full of rotting straw and rats ran out of reach as he entered. But there was no human oceupant of the shed except himself. Burrowing in the malodorous straw he down curled up, the gray cloak over him. IM was convince* that he stood practically no chance of eateh- ing @ solitary German prisoner that night, and he therefore prepared to put into effect the second half of bis plan, ‘There was nothing more to he done for some hours, so he resolved to fortify himself by a good sl Ho was still too new to trench life to slumber dreamlessly under such noc turnal artillery fire as the Boches kept up to destroy their enemies’ rest Kut out here, far from the line of tire, he was in no danger of having half a dugout knocked down about his ears by a shell, nor were the fitful bursts of artillery loud enough to jar his drearr He slept like a child and did not awaken until broad Jaylight The clumping of heavy feet outside the shed sused him. One or two en in k boots were tramping t ward him, Jim blinked dazedly ar Of him, Wien remembe i where he was and why he was there, He aiso heard again the tread that Lad awakened him He pulled the ray cloak over s0 much of his khaki uni Newest Things in Science Tweezers with chamols covered tips n invented for cleaning ey “ear? un losses estimated from $30,000,000 in rar ace rs counter balanced gate sw vertically in stead of horizontally Ayan ctricity obtained from near-by is heats several Swiss churches economically rica A toothbrush so shaped as to reach both surfaces of the teeth at once has been patented. . ma % ig a” Renee a ets fete ne iddie KI] Copyright, 1 Buster’s By Uncl The Surprise. USTER and Mr. Elephant were B in the forest one day when they saw @ beautiful butterfly, Bus- ter ran to catch the butterfly, but it spread its blue and gold wings and flew out of sight over the tree tops. | “It is the prettiest thing I ever saw,” he said. “Yes,” replied Mr. Elephant, “but it was once an ugly caterpillar, It wove itself @ cocoon and slept in it until the’ time came to change into this butterfly, So you need not worry because you are so funny looking; maybe you will turm into sometiing pretty too some day.” Both laughed at this little joke on Buster and then they went to Mr. Elepbant’s house for @ bite to eat. The minute they reached tho place Mr. Blephant stopped and sniffed the r has been here,” he looked | found nothing until he tossed aside carefully around but the pile of xrass on which he slept | Stieking up in the middio of it were two long, sharp thorns. They might have hurt him badly. “1 wonder who could have been mean enough to put them there?” exclaimed Buster. “I think I know," said Mr, Ele- phant, “but I won't tell his name until I find out for sure. Run and hide in the thicket; J will join you in a minute.” Buster did as he was told and 1 while his friend lald a nice of meat on the ground. Then Mer. nt came and hid in the thicket beside him Tt was not long before they saw a nout and a pair of bright eyes | sharp » peeping from behind a | Mr. Fox, and when he | Dear Cousins: HLS is the day when friends and 5p neighbors and playmates meet for the first time in many weeks, Every one is back from the moun- taing or seashore, and on every side glad faces and eager hands greet one another, We see new and more de- lightful traits in our oldest friends, Jand the faces of those we had almost forgotten are as gladly mot as if they were lifelong associates, re ig a great stir in the Kiddie world the day after Lavor Day, In ddie shops saleswomen and sales~ bush, It was ‘ound no ¢ Cousin Eleanor’ | | iki | form an showed above the straw. He had already taken off his service hat and put it under him. A moment later, the tumble-down doorway of the shed was darkencd by the bodies of two German soldiers. eyond them, perhaps fifty yards away, a group of their comrades were drawing patls full of water from the river, One of the men who entercd the shed carried a rude wooden pitch fork of the kind used by peasante of northern France, At sight of this implement, Jim understood their mis- sion, ‘They had been sent, doubtles to ford for bedding for some of- ficer's horse, The halted at way in evident surprise at finding the occupied, One of them ad- vanced a ste into the dim lit place, half raising his pitchfork as though to punish the peasant who had dared two men the door- shed to choose the place for a bedroom But at his first step his keener-eyed comrade checked him, Both tntrud ers gaped at the gray clock which eushrouded Jim Braham's Yankee uniform. ‘Then, instinctively, both of them clicked their heels together und saluted Jim did not return the salute, In- stead, with a truly terrible frown, he raised one majestic arm and pointed a ay. He wanted to bawl Heraus!’ But he dared not trust his very faulty German accent, His mperious gesture, howdver, had the desired effect on these bond-slaves t cipline. They saluted and ach t of the: shed. Lut on the threshold one of them suddenly paused and came back gain (To Be Continued.) hino in Tripoll! has been installed | by an Italian newspaper iby wow | When a set time expires a now telephone meter cuts out the instru. { Jiment to which it is attached, ar ier) Petroleum production in British Jiana has reached a stage whereby ual sbipment of oil ha& been be- ‘eer Patents have been granted for a nine to Make imitation stitching ) leather that is to be made into shoes, Ane natives obtain petroleum from the earth by digging pits about sixty feet deep and dipping it out TRS pauls, A + ~ The Evening World’s Conducted by Eleanor Schorer 5, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New Tork Evening Worl.) Adventures ub Korner e Harry was in sight, he came out into the open. Then he saw the piece of meat and ron to snatch it up. He wi almost in reach when he stopped. couldn't lift bis feet from the ground. The next minute Mr. Elephant stepped from the thicket and said: have you now; you put the thorns in my bed,” Oh! bow scared Mr. Fox was, He tried to get his feet loose; then began to cry and beg. use,” thundered Mr, Elephant; going to pull every hair out of a your tail At this Mr. Fox just howled. “Oh! please, good, kind Mr, Ble- phant, give me one more chance.” The big fellow caught him im his trunk and pulled him looae. “Don't let me catch you around here again,” he sad as Mr, Fox sneaked away You can have the meat,” he told Buster, “but don't get your feet caught in the spruce gum that trapped Mr. Fox." s Klub Kolumn men are busy fitting out thousands of youngsters for the beginning of school, Everything from suite and dresses down to pads and pencils is in readiness for the opening of the fail sessions, i) Then the great day comes, when through the great doors of cool play- grounds pour thousands of children. The long empty rooms mng with their voices, Teachers and kiddies are glad | to be back On the way to school we pass Billy Smith, who played a mean trick last term, but we slap Bill on the back in friendly manner because that is all forgotten now. We begin anew. Every classmate and acquaintance kets a fresh start and another chance to show their best side beginning toe day. It is fun, too, to find how much of school we have forgotten, and to en- ter the race with our classmates to seo who catches up first, Take care, Cousin reader, do not let another beat you out, Try with all your might, It is good sport. Run @ good race, I hope YOU win, Cousin Eleanor, Poster Contest. SUBJECT: “THE FOURTH LiB- ERTY LOAN.” Ten prizes of $1 each will be | Jawarded Kiddie Klub membere— ages from six to fifteen inclusive who make the best posters on the Fourth Liberty Loan, Drawings may be done in col | 3Posters in water color, oil paints | 2or colored crayons will be accept- able. Dimensions, 9x12 inches, Contestants must state their NAME, ADDRESS, AGE and CERTIFICATE NUMBER, Address Cousin Eleanor, Evening | World Kiddie Klub, No. 63 Park Row, New York City. Contest closes Sept. 25. AUGUST CONTEST AWARD WIN-~ NER. | | | | | thd lire b fe el l wis wast ene What | Would Like to Be When t | Grow Up, and Why. | IT want to be a farmer because you {get nice fresh eggs and milk axed | vegetables and have cows and chick- | ens. | By WILLIAM) SUMMERVILLE, | aged six years, Brooklyn, HOW TO JOIN THE KLUB AND OBTAIN YOUR PIN, rid Ki Park Ito with a dove "lt atabe, my York 8 Klub Pin” Xpbtsa ne AUB ead pera ach ‘miemsoe’ ig” pee Kiub Pin and York Cit which re way