The evening world. Newspaper, June 12, 1919, Page 25

Cucniny ‘A Creed That Is No Creed By Rev. Thomas B. Gregory by The Press Publishing Oo, (The ew York Brening World). FIBW days ago one of the “Bugs” sent me a postal card on wisich was written the following verse ang questio Copy rigns, 191 “Let us Indulge the joys we know, Of music, wii and love; We're sure of what we find below, Uncertain what's above.” “What do you think of this for a creed?” I think It is the most miserable “rot” tmaginadle. To begin with, it is not an honest creed. Knowing that we naturally desire to be happy, it promises us joy when in reality it has nothing for us us: “Life is short and the tpture a mystery, therefore be happy while you can.” but wretchedness. It would seem to say to says is this: om earth.” ‘That it ts our privilege and duty to make the most of life goes without saying, but the point to be settied is this: How shall we make the most of it? If human experience proves anything it proves this, that it does not Do this, and you will be driven to destructidn. Do this, and’ sooner or later you will find, mot that pay to give the reins to appetite and passion. But “Have a rip-roaring old time of it, and make your life « hell | you have “gone to hell,” but that hell has come to you. ‘The wages of sin is death. Long before there was a Bible or priest or minister on earth human beings were proving in the bitterness of their souls that sin ends in death. Make the most of life by all means, and be as happy as you can. But how are you going to be happy if, being Men, you sink your manhood in the beast, and instead of living for Reason and Virtue, you live for appe tite and passion? ‘The thing cannot be done. time,” but vefore life’ find himself a drivelling, drooling wreck. In order to be happy in this world, in the only sense in which it pays It never was done. It néver will be done. For a time the Sensualist may have what is called (by fools) a “good halfway milestone is reached the Sensualist will to be happy, one must live rationally and decently. The Epicurianism which, because it cannot pluck out the heart of Jife’s mystery, would resign itself to thé orgtes of the Satyr, is nothing less than idiocy. It is worse than that. It is cowardice. Findii unable to discover the secret of the world and of man's life in it, it shakes with fear and would drown itself in the waters of dissipation. There is a nobler creed: We know but little about to-morrow, bat to- day we will be manly, We are ignorant of “what's above,” but down here Beneath the clouds we will be clean, hofiorable and brave. How the battle | is going to end we know not, bat when the fight ts on we hear, ringing | clear and true midst the tumult, the order, “Stand by your guns and keep them booming for the cause of the Highest!” Glimpses Into New York Shops had at 59 cents and come in all sizes and attractive coldrs. graduation gifts. In one case there Is an alluring display of lustrous soft leather-covered books in attractive colors with gold finish. ‘They are diaries. Some of them can ve locked, a feature that strongly ap- peals to the writer of a diary. These are $3. Without the lock, prices start at $1, Then there are soft leather- covered, silk-lined ,cases for holding writing material. ‘They contain # wb- pt and envelopes, and will prove a handy article for warm weather yat- door use. The young student might approciate an address book to jot down the addresses of fellow students. ‘vhese can be had simple or elabu-ate, and prices start at 35 cents. A very, pretty one in exquisite leather is $1. | Noll mending cases in soft leather! equipped with cotton, thimble, seis- | sors, needles and safety pins are only} 60 cents. By substituting @ good scissors, this would make a nice gift that may prove handy during the summer vacation. i T's shops are now displaying $1.49, ‘The apron vests in black and white cheoked sitk are very smart. have silk collars and can be had at! Marabout is the tdeal summer fur. | One shop is showing very nice collars with ostrich at front for $6, while a very handsome one in brown with the fawn ostrich is $13.50. ‘The little frocks of georgette with hemstitching as the sole trimming are very pretty, and when worn with @ sash or rosettes and streamers in two tones, as is 4 present strong fash- fon note, they make a dressy costume. what it really itself Ju They | ‘@@uNO! LAM GOING T BUY A New PANAMA || PERFECTLY |] coves ST Like A HOME PAGE Thartsday, Ju 12 WE MusT SAVE MONEY JOHN ! Ler | WANT Tuts Har 4 CLEANED TO Loot ME HAVE IT. TLL HAVE IT CLEANED For. You There is a large demand for the frocks in navy bine flowered voiles and decidedly attractive models are | being shown, ‘These little dresses) oe practical as well as dressy and will give excellent wear. The dark blue blouse continues to, AStory of the Woods, in Which the Adventures of a Pup and a Bear Cub Are Entwined About the Komance ot a Man and a beautilus Girl Copyright, 1919, by Douvieday, BYNOPSIB OF PRECKLING C be popular, Particularly pretty 1s | qgesffier 0% “St aa ta Me ei one model in navy georgette em. | QAM, takes ub ee tty Wi ay % Logetsies broidered in steal beads. ber ing, fod, ao ru la wane, men, | Sate ana che be ari sic, stuininas ous of A line of now hand bags in moire | (otere, wan and fa Bena finally Se silk is receiving the attention of | su\Rer us fe mi = an is fashionable women, They are in| be pl him sea ey Sate a . black and dark shades to matoh the | inc ‘we sail of Nanette hime dnd no! prevailing colors in costumes and Yave bright silk linings. The frames ere striking and handsome. The bag sella at $10. I Play suits for the wee little folks are more attractive than usual this geason. Those in crinkled striped seersucker with white trimmings are both attractive and serviceable and ean be had for $1. N his freedom edge of Challoner’s t back sagged, CHAPTER XVI. (Continued. iki sniffed at the His tall drooped He knew that in this hour he was betraying the master for whom he had waited so long, and who had lived so vividly in his dreams, It was not reasoning, but an instinctive op- pression of fact. He would come dull go! paint t His 6 ments, world, cabin— iidge. As th Short sleeves have truly arrived,|back. That conviction wurned dully The hot wave created a demand for|in his brain, But now—to-night—he iene them and the short sleeved dresses | must go. He slunk off into the dark- jj) und blouses were eagerly selected by shoppers looking for comfort. degs. The rag rugs are most practical for|® mile summer floor covering. They begin} with the small ones that are just the |ficeting sha thing for the bath room and * A POSER. LITTLE child of five years of an be from ness. With the stealth of @ fox he made his way between the sleeping Not until he was a quarter of camp did straighten out, and then, a gray and he sped westward under the light of the moon. There was no hesitation jmanner of his g@ing. pain of hia wounds, strong-limbed, the low, he in the Free of the the fal He did faced as he The Call, was seized by a fear of what his welcome would be. he bad killed a man-—and the had belonged progress Mid-forenoon found him only half a mile from the home of Nanette and the baby, Vege & Co, ARTES, ld of the winter sun began to he castern sky. And thet came the first bars of Vivid sunlight, sioot- ing over the eastern ramparts 8 flash from behind thelr battle~ as and Miki rose to his feet and surveyed the morning wonder of his Behind him was Fort 0° God, fifty miles away: whead of him the It was the cabin he went down from the twenty, ne miles between him and the cwbin grew tewer and fewer he felt again something of that had borne upon him at Chul- the oppression tent, And yet it was different. run his race. He had answered And now, at the end, he For at the cabin man to the woman, His became more hesitating, His keen nostyils caught nt tang of smoke in the alr, not follow it up, but circled like a wolf, coming up stealthily and uncertainly until at last he looked out a a deep- e If of into the little clearing where a new age was not willing to start off|deep-lunged as the strongest wo! i hool, Afte; ing to w the forests, he went on tirelessly, World had come into existence for 10 GOlOGh. Ae WIDE 10 Meee ‘ t of his path did him. He saw the sapling cage In the little one to go by sweets and| Rabbits bothing out of his p whieh ‘ques Le Beau had kept bim promises of a penny, the mother|not make him pause; even the strong q prisoner; the door of that cage turned to her, husband and said: “Here, dad, see If you can get this ghild off to school.” ‘Me father commenced in this way: “Now, Jessie, run away to school, I flways went to schoo! without any trouble when I was a little boy.” Little Jessie looked quite surprised, gnd said, “You did, daddy?” es," said her father, "I did, Now, run away.” “When you was a daddy?” said the child, “Yes, yes, Now, run away," sald ther daddy. But the child was ndt satisfied, and her fal Rate na & little boy?” his trail. fores on. the water in op haste into fade away. lana dull. A little boy, and miles, breath he drifted lower an: dblivion. scent of a fisher-cat almost under his nose did not swerve him a foot from Through swamp and d over lake and stream, across open barren and charred burns his unerring sense of orientation led him Once he stopped to drink where swift current of a creek kept the en then he gulped and shot on, lower until it sank he stars began to The litt the big one: great jaws gtew sleepy and snow-ghostly settled over the forest world, In the six hours between mid dawn he Rovered thirty And then he stopped, his belly beside a rovk @t the crest wi the of i nen {with dtoolin after ep leaped see no The moon ney, I an ‘ab| merey to the ohes went out, gloom The ro Dropping on ot tense, ot thé ip ploughed-up snow ‘where he And smoke was rising from the was still open, as Durant had left it stealing him; he the had upon the man-brute—and he saw whined, He was facing the cabin door—and the door He could could smell it him- fe slunk across the open, In was wide open. life, but he the manner of his going there was ject humillation—a plea for if he had done wrong, a prayer creatures he worshipped that he might not be driven away He came to the door and peered in. om Was empty, Nanette was not there, hen ‘his ears shot for- ward and bis body grew suddenly and he listened, listened, listened to o soft, cooing sauna that from the . He ewal- nares the on, clicked, clicked across the floor and he thrust his great he side of the little bed. With his warm kissed it—just once—and then, with another deep breath, lay down on the there. floor. He heard footsteps. HERE IS YouR PANAMA SIONN ALL CLEANED. 1 SAVED You THe How Bo You Like MY. NEW PANAMA HAT JOHN > | BOUGHT Ir With THe MONEY | SAVED BY HANING ‘YOURS CCGANED Jala IAD S70. The North: AMES OLIVER CURWOOD the top of the ridge in which Neewa had buried himself in that long and mysterious sleep that was so much like death, But it was in the present that he lived. The hours lengthened themselves out into days, and still Challoner did not go, nor did Nanette leave with the Indian for Fort 0’ God. After that Mik! did understand. He knew that happiness had come to all who were in that cabin, Now that his world was settled, Miki took once more to hunting, The thrill of the trail came back to hin and wider and wider grew his rani from the cabin. he we i over the The baby was tongue he Nanette came Vago them are fortunate enough to the house, in outbuildings, in the field dream of looking for them, In the W creepy. At night, if he hap- queer rusting sound like mice rattling loose paper. Billy had learned ast to feol afraid of sleck little feld mice, but this rustling was up overliead, he could see nothing, and always it frightened him, ‘Pais night was warm no. moon, Rustie, rustle, and then a whirt a swish, and a big loud noise wash of the sea, Billy's lip rolled out @ little, and he wanted to cry, and right then came some little squeaks, awful sc@ry. He tugged at Ma Bruin's hair vo hard that he woke he: “What's — trou Cubbie asked, hot knowing any other fane. “What says a rat like the ba “uh,” grunted Ma, shifting |nto an easier position, “Woke me to ask that? Why, my dear, the bats get to sorapping and crowd ae wanatat Bats?” Billy whispered. “What are bats?” ; “Hah,” grunted sleepy are young tf you don't bate neg “Sh-h, are nice Httle things. Look almost like mice, but they can fly. There Ma. are fnillions of them up everhead.” | thé Ki “What do they do?” “Sleep all day, hanging wp there by their toes, heads down, but they eS The Evening World's _ Kiddie Klub Korner Conducted by Eleanor Schorer What Happens to Flies When Winter Comes? OST files live their lives in spring and summer, then die Some of pened to be awake late, there came &/ one bat Jost his hold, nie and | nat they hart mn phe | Wave each other and| fun of finding a n “You|do not know you go rigbt to the know what|fat dictionaty and find out don't be so scared, Bats, ZINE find a place where they can hide aad keep warm through the cold days. They hide in quiet places about and stables, where we shoald never ‘They do not feed. They simply sleep @s a squirrel in his nest, or a bear in his dew, or a tortoise in bis shell. ildwood By Uncle Bill “Bats in the Belfry.” HPRE was just one thing im the/ al) fy out after dark to catch mos- den that made Billy Boy fegl seers, md bad millers and sued eh out rill nh as, let out a si eC | ‘and. dropped: into his lap. , Quick as a flash Ma laid & huge ally pay softly over the bat. * “There! now, look at him,” ge said. “See, he has little ears exactly like a mouse, but put your finger and feel hi i See how: ang there wae "a fy,” and Sa liftea her paw, “I know ghildren are af ‘one an . There are a million of at least, that hang by their too# A on heads, from the roof of the . “N. i litte — bata/’ ad Castine very, very close fal to Ma. ar Cousins o’ Mine: ie hat better fun i» there than the ing ite meaning? When you read a ory and tt has in it @ word that alt can about that word, =~ % ” Now there is @ certain word that all Kiddie Kivb feaders have found & Klub Korner and I do not know whether it js because they im-) agine that they Know its meaning suf-/ ficiently well or what the réason dan be, but I feet pretty ce: he trouhte ot tool have gone to up, Original is the word I am aking of. it sper In ah eral the Kiddie Ktub Kortier an adjective meaniag not imitated, not reproduced, not trans- se we the fourth since he had left the cabin! lated, to hunt, the pain in his back was not| so great. But he could pull himeelt through the snow only @ few yards ata time, Agatn the goo init of the foresta favored him for in the afternoon he came upon aa partly eaten carcass of a buck killed by the in with her arms filled with blankets; The Indian returned with a note for. Lo Boau' # wolves, The flesh was frozen, but she carried these into the’ smaller MacDonnell in which Challoner told Wace ania Toe atee ns he gnawed at it ravenously. Then room and returned before she saw the Factor that something was the great deal of bis old caution, He had "® found himself a shelter under o him. For a moment she stared, Then, matter with the baby's lung®, and grown fatter. He no longer scented Mase of fallen tree tops, and for to with @ strange little cry, she ran (o that she could not travel until the Ganger in every whiff of the wind, 11 %#%* thereafter he lay between lite him; and once more he felt her arms weather, which was intensely cold, was'in the third week of Challoner's “24 death. He would haye died had about him;and he cried like a puppy grew warmer. Hoe asked that the In- it not been for the buck. To the car- with his ae f mussie against her Ureast, dian be sent back with eortain sup. sat,et ine cabin, the dev which cass he managed to drag himself, ! marked the end of the cold spell and 7 and Nanette laughed and sobbed, and pjies. the beginning of warm weather, that ph Wee a Sede tiasae In the cri the baby kicked and In spite of the terrific cold which Miki came upon an old dead-fall In & from starving. It was the end of the squealed and thrust her tiny Moe- followed the birth of the new year swamp # full ton miles from the gccond week before he could stand cagined feet up into tho ait, nen Challoner had put up his tent in the clearing. Le Boau had set it for lynx, Well on his feet, The Afteenth day in 9-00 tap, wa-tmukum ¢ inn, Gdwe of the timber a hundred yards but nothing had touched the dalt, he returned to the cabin, e oer aes 8, heaven Fone oe * from the Babi and Miki divided his which was u chunk of caribou flesh, in the ed, f the eleavina gay le Cree, And with the e time between the cabin and the tent. trogen solid as a rock. Curlously fell 1° tc ein be} teh of Ja Beau, her husband, the devil For him they were glorious days. Miki begun ameling of It. Ho no fell upon him slowly a foreboding o had gone gt of lite, for Manet, She And for Challoner—— longer feared danger, Menace had < than it had bee: Wag more beautiful than ever. Heaven in a way Miki saw, though It was gone out of his world. He nibbled, fy ‘ erehe Shon tt Die, eee ene ee Fee ee dog WmPossible for him to comprehend. He pullod—and the log crashed down fftoon days ago | ul out of the under the club and the whip of 4 A#,the days lengthened into a week, to brogk his back. Only by @ tle the windows wore white with frost brute, and (n'thenatptrth cf ter gout and the week into two, there was did it "fuil. For twenty-four hours it {he windows were white with frost. phe wae gloricue. Youth ned coms something in the glow of Nanette’s held him helpless and crippled. Then, Apout ji the snow tay clean and back"to her—freed from the yoke of bl op Hl eal gd ll gl ee be. fighting througn all those hours, be made’ his way healtatingly across the f yok anc C 8 dragged himself out from under it, 7 SOE ne babs eit ae citPPy RORY voice a new thrill, and In her prayers With the rising temperature a soft (loaring to the door, There were no ys q at night the thankfulness of a new now had fallen, covering all tracks ‘T&ck* Dri ey Wee oe is! sun and the stars shining for her ang great joy. and trails over the sill, He whined, and again; and with new hope, the great- est star of all, that fret wp to her when she was brushing her glorious muzzle In of it; he knees and feel And Nanette hugged him tight, even as she h Miki and hope was no longer a tragedy, who had brought Through this snow Miki And then, one day, Miki looked up from where he was lying beside the baby’s erlh and he saw Nunette in his master’s arms, her face turned up to him, her eyes filled with the glory of the stars, and Challoner was sayin, something which transformed — her face into the face of an angel. Miki WAS puzzled. And he was more puz- nied when Challoner came from Na- nette to the crib, and snuggled the baby up in bis arms; and the woman Again on the night of day of hie return Miki crept that of an otter in the mud, for his hind quarters were helples His back was not broken; it w: tem- poranily parulysed by the plow and t ght of the log. He made in the direction of the cabin, but every foot that he dragged himself was filled with agony, and his progress was so slow that at the end of an hour he had not gone more than @ quarter of a mile. Another night hair, He loved to put his it: he loved the sweet scent loved to put his head on her it smothering him, ugwed the baby, for it was her freedom What had passed It was jus- and life, tiee, God had gent Miki to do for her ~looking at them ‘both for a moment found him less than two miles from what a father or a brother would With that wonderful look in her eyes the deadfall, He puMed himself un- have done, suddenly covered her fac der a shelter of brush and lay thero And the second night after that, hands and sobbed, Half until dawn. Al) through that day he when Challoner darkness, !t happened that Nanette had her hair down in that same way; and Challoner, seing her thus, with the lamp felt that den swift turn under his feet—that through working W world for the wonder of it, nor did he have a foreboding for the future, presont precious ures he had ever loved were together. And yet, those thi his soul, brother, the bear; in Miki's throat, but in Challoner had put his arms arou Nanette too, and Nanette’s arms ” - ai sa came early in the did not move. The next, which was dragged himself, leaving @ path like scratched at the door. The was Bo answer. And he heard no sound. He went back into the edge of the timber, and waited. He waited all through that day, going occasionally to the cabin, and smelling about it, to convince himself that he had not made a mistake. When darkness came he hollowed himself out a bed in the fresh snow close to the door and lay there all through the night, Day came again, gray and empty and still there was no smoke from the chimney or sound from within the low walls, and at last he knew that Ohalloner and Nanette and the baby were gone (To Be Continued.) were about him and the baby, and she was sobbing something which for the life of him Miki could make neither head or tall of. And yet he knew that he must not snarl or spring. He felt the wonder-thrill of the new thing that had come into the cabin; he gulped hard, and looked, A moment or two idter Nanette was on her knees beside him, and her arms were around him, just as they had been around the man, And Challoner was dancing like a boy—cooing to the baby in his arms. Then he, too, dropped down beside Miki, and cried “My Gawd! = Miki—I've gut a fam'ly And Miki tried to understand. That night, after supper, ho saw Challoner unbraid Nanette’s glorious hair, and brush it. ‘They laughed like two happy children, Miki tried still harder to understand. ings that had grown deep in When Challoner went to go to his was the picture of Neewa, tent in the edge of the forest he took Nanette in his arms, and kissed her, Neewa, his chum, his ns “aebine somo ‘tal Mae baby, a bands and smiled and almost cried ja pglow shining in her eyes, the world had taken a sud- all his years hoe had been forward to this hour. By Marjorie CHAPTER XVII. ITH the coming of Challoner to the cabin af Nanatte Lo Beau there was no longera shadow of gloom in the Miki, He did not reason out I with unmistakable emphasis; It was the in which he lived—the hours in which all the creat- away back in his memory of janotte whieh you follow the madeap heroine “Penrod” Is to Boy Literature, So Isabelle, or The Cricket, as She Is Called, Is to Girls’ Books. There Is a Laugh in Every Page. SABHULLE stared at her father with an angry flush mounting her face. She turned and mounted the stairs, leaning over to shout as she went, “When you've bats in your belfry that flut, When your comprenez-vous line is cut, When there’s nobody home In the top of your dome, | Thon your head's not a head; it's a nut. s on this pag The Cricket Benton Cooke and give it to my mother members, ages six to fift This is only # bit from “The Cricket,” a thoroughly delightful story in from a wee girl until pre 4 So when you read “only the originay work of die Ktud tm can accepted for publication in the 4 ner” jt means that the artists and the authors must have thought of the’ ideas for the written and drawn com~- positlo ali alone. The thoughts must have had their origin in their own minda, When once you fully unders! what original means we will no Pop f questi as, “If | know & sory have read will you acvapt Q. Have any other members won more than pennants? Yes, several have won as many as six. Q. If we have sent poenis in atid they have not been published may we send in others? A. Yea: Q. Must we send in contributions on a special day or can we send them im on any day? A. Send them any day. T am al- ways ready to receive and pay atten~ tion to contributions by both Kiddiq, Klub authors and Kiddie Klub artists, Q. May we write any poems that you have not said to write? A. Yes. These are the poemo that we all enjoy the most. Cousin Eleanor. ’ MAY CONTEST AWARD WINNER. “What | Would Do If | Were Rich.” If I were rich I would build houses for all the poeple looking for roomin and I would charge moderate rents, Thon I would buy a theatre and it to the Kiddie Klub, Then I help all the organizations that helt oar boys, T would also buy a th and cathe By HARRY APPELBLOOM, ten years, Brooklyn, N. ¥. JUNE RIDDLE AND ANSWER CONTEST. Ten prizes of four Thrift Stampa, \ (the equivalent of $1) will be award- ed each of the TEN Kiddie Klub inclusive, ¢ who submit the best riddles and an- swers, ‘The riddles and their answers ‘ be sent at the same time and in ‘ same envelope. Contestants must state NA! AGE, ADDRESS and CERTIFICA’ NUMBER i Address Cousin Bleanot, Evening World Kiddie Klub, No, 63 Park Row, New York City, HOW TO JOIN THE KLUB AND. OBTAIN YOUR PIN, word and learn- | She es