The evening world. Newspaper, June 28, 1919, Page 13

A Little Story With A Big Moral . By the Rev. Ble B. Gregory by The Frees Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World.) URING a visit to Marienbad, soon after his break with the Kaiser, ~ Bismarck, in th course of a long walk, found himself a good way | of from the town, and on the return took a short-cut acroas the field. Suddenly he was hailed in stout tones, and looking up he saw a coun- | Aryman pursuing him. The indignant farnfer accused him of trespaasing, | ¢@nd swore that he would follow him and give him in charge. Keeping his o Word, the man made his complaint and the police officer wag about to ar. west the criminal, , Demanding the offender's name the policeman, upon hearing it, was lyzed, and the farmer fled in mortal terror. 9 + Bismarck spoke kindly to the trembling officer and insisted upon going ‘with him to the station. When there he charged himself with the offense ‘bf trespass and paid the fine. “ In addition, the Prince sent a present to the countryman whose land he had invaded. a What a pity it is that the great Chancellor did not make it his business "to instil into the minds and hearts of the German people the SACRED- «NESS of the principle to which he paid such fine obedience at Marienbad. As an individval, Bismarck owed a certain duty to eyery other in- dividual in the Fatherland. The fact that he was the great Bismarck made no particle of difference with the principle; the duty still remained, yaad the sacred obligation to respect it also remained. Bismarck understood the situation fectly well, realized thoroughly that INDIVIDUAL rights and les are inviolable always and mnder all circumstances. But he failed to teach the German people that NATIONAL rights and » Fesponsibilities are equally sacred, and that there is one and the same Moral law for individuals and nations. Instead of doing that, Bismarck took the lead in teaching his Germans “the false and dangerous doctrine that when it comes to nations the moral law may be disregarded, Then it is not right and justice but “Blood and _,.2fon” ’that is to decide the course to pursue. Bismarck, the individual, had no right to invade the field of the Ma- _ritnbad farmer, but Bismarok, the Chancellor, had the right to rob Den- “mark, to beat down Austtia, to take Alsace-Lorraine and to do whatever “else “Blood and Iron” mighf be able to bring about. Thoroughly indoctrinated with this vicious idea, the German peoplo “went on from bad to worse, “believing a lie to be damned,” until at last they “invaded little Belgium, and thus invited the damnation which has over- “taken them. ng ‘Trespassing is trespassing, whether it is between individuals or na- tions. Right and wrong recognize no epochs or boundary lines. The moral © laws make the came demand of private men and public. " Bismarck’s private conscience made him settle with the farmer for hav- -{ fig invaded his premises; and the world’s conscience is now making Ger- »meny settle with Belgium for having invaded her neutrality. It is @ healthy and hopeful sign. It looks like the beginning ofa '¢ mew faith—the faith in the universality of right and the universality of | our accountability thereto—the faith that what is right for one is right » for all, and that as the one sun shines for all mankind, so above all men «.#tands the law of righteousness and truth. Advice on Courtship And Marriage By Betty Vincent Jealousy Again i “9g K." ts engaged to @ young) complaint on the part of her own * ( man who objects to her/ young man, Else she will develop | holding “discourses with| into a flirt—and he into a tyrant: ata . Saturday, J ‘Leave It to Lou WHO \S “THAT FUNNY CAASING OFF CREATURE WHOse GIRLS “WE BEACH ‘ OWNERS OF W\s Ww po PANMILION. DECIDED FROM NOW ON Gay “WHERE SHALL GSE NOTING OBJECTIONABLE ALLOWED On BEACH . TAS. ' other gentlemen” of her acquaintance. “Is this,” she writes, “enough reason | «for a girl to break her engagement?” Love is difficult enough to find and @iMcult enough to hold to make us view with exasperation the unneces-| wary difficulties we manage to throw/ around it. Jealousy in small matters| , is one of these, Jealousy is, of course, a form of Year, “C. K's" young man, wanting to possess every bit of the personality of his fiancee, believes he can do this more effectually by keeping her from ¥ all contact with other men, fie shows crass ignorance of human nature's » laws, One cannot shut off interest , with fellow beings by building a c |, called love around the desired person, ~ It you try to thwart by this silly and artificial means the natural im} b» for friendliness and social intercourse ~ you do one of two thin; You in- grease the desire tor escape by shut- , Ung the doors, ‘Or you hamper the ye Mental and spiritual growth of the Person you love by shutting her off -p from her fellow beings. This will prove | @ boomerang, The more restricted a - Woman is in her interests the poorer companion she makes for her husband. | » The wise man or woman interferes as | “ttle as possible with other persons’ , Personalities. ,. People are learning this more and , more, The “thou shalt not” attitude “of hugbands {s growing rarer, praise "be. The more intelligent he is, the greater freedom will he wish to give | the woman he loves in all normal and proper ways. He has little con- ©? fidence in either himself or her if je fies into a tantrum every time ¥"ghe speaks to another man, or I should advise "C. to talk the matter over amiably and frankly ‘with her fiance, and have him under- stand that she deciines to obliterate her individuality without cause, at |) the same time seeing to it that her y “discourses” with other men are not » ch as to mys rise to any JUST == = i Odd Bits of saat Duting the French Revolution 18,303 Bersons were guillotined by sentence - ofthe Revolutionary Tribunal, of whom © 13,623 were of plabelan origin. (Ut something about children from bis frieuds, but know too much of their children. ot ravuda, n oid chum of” isabel Oe of Appue'a, soldiers here meets li fsavelle finds ony of the #0! come cnyeged to the other une 10d CHAPTER XIX. (Continued.) HE felt the laugh behind his words, a0 she answered gravely’ Wally, Edouard was 4 dutiful son.” He chuckled. sound, ek “Don't encourage her, Wally. “For heaven's sake, Max, what are Max turned at the you going to do i “Get her letters back, of course, “Lyabelle, you and Miss Watts so somewhere else and wait,” Wally urged, as his wife gave the butler instructions, “No, I shall stay her “You'll do no such thing. You've done your part, now you leave the rest of it to us,” ordered her mother. “It is my hand he is asking for; those are my letters, and this is my affair, I shall stay right here and see it through,” Leabelle asserted with firm deiermination, Max saw that, except by force, there was no way to eject her, and it was too late for that, as Matthews was approaching with the Frenchman, ‘The hero entered with a ceremonious bow. He was good-looking in a dare- devil way, with a somewhat dissipated face. His eyes went from one to another until they came to Isabelle, “Ah, mon adoree, c'est toi!" he cried, and before any one could stop him, he seized her hands and covered them with kisses, It is related of Thiers, the celebrated French statesman, who died forty years ago, that so lorig as there w © @ German sokfer an French soil he * @bways used notepaper with a deep dlack border. Napoleon, it is said, in his school- days defended the name of Nero and Mas banks sommes She spoke, s curtly, re denounced Tacitus as a calumniator | “"intinsieur Petard, we have read of that Ro- for ploturing the crueiti mga emperor, - your letters to our daughter, beard her story of her and ¢ | Isabelle reaches her fourth birtkday abe turns the child over to ber usbaud, Wally, ” A Story of the “Penrod” of Girls’ Books, a Delightful Little Heroine, and How She rinus: her Sweetheart (Copyright, 1919, by Doubleday, Page & Co.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECKDING CHAPTERS. Max, the mother of Isabelle Bryce, becomes discuurayed of ever doing anything with Me tries Ww fund wuscovers Unat it 1 got cousidered fasniowable Wally decides to wet @ young guverueas and empire Miss Barus, who gives Isabelle the first love and understanding (bat comes into her liv. Aline Barnes lls Isabelle about her own family aud Isabelle runs away one day (0 try aud fad sous Max finde wut the reasun she diodharzes Mise Maree, kad Asavelle loses Ler ouly chance W bare sue ‘rowuiar parente.”” When Anaveiie etwedt agaitiot Lue Wor, bee ck hve bere with you, She is, as you see, a mere child, I appeal to you as a soldier and a gentleman to return her letters to us, and to close this painful inci- dent.” He turned to the girl “I ask you one question, love me?” Do you “Why, no,” she said, simply, “I told you I didn't.” “I did not believe. Your friend, the Mademoiselle Pollock, she sa arc Infatuate wiz me; she se pictu » tell me you are about m “Agnes Pollock? Why, ue liar cried Isabeile. He considered a second “I have come all ze way to zese countree, because of ze lettaires of your schoolgirl That does not interest us*—firmly No-o? It ees an expenseef voy- you 1 20 crazy the dirty lit- Max looked at Wally Now, we're getting to the point,” id. “How much do you want those letter “Oh, Madame, you “Hurry up! What is your price?” ‘Ver’ good, IL say five sousand dollaires.” onsense! I'll give you $1,000." But 1 cannot accept zese.” “That or nothing. "I have already an offaire sousand dollaires.” From whom?" ‘Ze editor of what you call Chit- at. So, you threaten us, do you?" “I would not say zat. I geef you a chance, Madame, to regain ze indis- cretions of ze ‘schoolgirl daughter. But five sousand dollaires is five sou- sand dollatres.” “What is your address?" He gaye it of ave “Our lawyer will call ten in the morning at t vur offer, Good moratng.” bowed. ive sousand dollaires is my price, correspondence Madame. Wally started stopped him. “You will hear from us to-morrow," she sald He bowed again, most formally ‘Ma petite marraine, vous etes tres charmante,” he sighed as he left CHAPTER XX. to speak, but sie HE negotiations between M. Petard, the editor of Chit- Chat, and the Kryces were neither so brief nor so simple y, as Mrs. Bryce had supposed that they would be. She did not have to be 1 that, after the notoriety of the rtel incident, the name of Isabelle Bryve was one for editors to conjure with, This wily editor, who made his living by scandal, obligingly outlined the advertising campaign he would follow, to lead up to the publication of the letters, Anxious as Mrs, Bryce was to have the scandal suppressed, she was un- willing that Wally should pay the price which these rascals demanded So lengthy and irritating meetings followed—discussion and bargaining. Wally insisted upon paying anything they asked, and putting a period to the affair, But Mrs, Bryce wa held by Clifford, in the idea t would beat them down figure, if they persisted, ack to Hermuda; I hate a the girl, going to the ‘ve got to get out of this hateful house, The spy wiil be b this morning, so better make the best of it.’ A’ motor drew up to the curb and a meh Ot out, lovking up at the num- per “O my Lord!” cried Isabelle, 4s if it were @ prayer. She ran out ‘of the rod and down the hall, with Miss Watts, startled into action, hurying after her. Before the bell’ sounded, isabelle had the door open. “apt O'Leary looked, first surprised delig: d. ricket!" said he, Larry—Larry!" she eried He took both her hands and beamed on her—beamed. ‘Then suddenly he was aware of Miss Watts, and he sur prised everybody, by saluting that | “Capt. O'Leary! and kised him back. They all went into the living room, talking in chorus—asking questions, answering them—incoherent and ex- 4. including himself, dy's cheek she exclaimed, Larry, when did you come?” Where are your pa- ‘re out. Oh, I'm in an awful lot of trouble with them.” “Why didn’t ye tell me ye were in’ down there? thought you knew, We left ona cable from Wally to hurry home. I told everybody.” “I didn't know lea What's this trouble to begin the ment you come. “Yes, ye ought, Let's hear.” Miss Watts gave @ deop sigh of re- It was about ten minutes later tha: @fa and Wile, But you can't guess the story antil you read It, tw ths few cae: (The New York Brewing World.) SORRY, We DON'T ABBREVIATED SsurTs WelLL MISS you — “ar > ap BY MARJORIE BENTON COOKE. lief, Isabelle began the story of her patriotism. Here and there Larry usked a question, and when the cli- max was rea he leaned back and roared, Isabejle's eyes suddenly mist ed with tears, Larry, it isn't fui trying to ma pay a lot of money for my letters, and it Wally doesn’t pay up, he is going to well them to a nasty society sheet led Chit-Chat Vhere is this conference?” Wally's lawyer's offic hat, we'll t this confe “Get say a word or two She looked at him inquiringly, went for her wraps without a word. your Cricket; 0 and “Oh, Captain d you so!’ atte. “Wom rable mi O'Leary, we exclaimed have Miss ye first n, woman, why didn’t ? As it is, I took the 1 know you: and Isabelle want (0 Jone, but I'm so in disgrace now Mrs, Bryce that I dare not let unless 1 then smiled. with her go with you, He frowned, “Of course, et your bognet, [sa- belle and I will have enough time later, to catch up on our affairs.” So all three of them got into the Captain's taxi, and hurried to the ad- dress which Isabelle gave the driver. ‘There was some little difficulty in Mr. Clifford's outer office, but, Capt O'Leary simplified it by lifting the office boy out of the way bodily, opening the door and marching in, followed by the two women Startled glances were lifted to this tall officer, stranger to them all, who strode in, unannounced, The lawyer rose angrily low did you get in?” he de. man “Walked, Present me to the Bryces, Miss Watts,” he replied. Misa Watts in a trembling suid voice Bryce, this , a friend of mine, from Bermuda," Mra, Bryce stared to speak, The tall, bowed “This is my father,” said Isabelle. The two men shook hands, is Captain Iswbelle’s and tonished young man “I object to this man's coming in here,” be n the editor of Chit-Chat t, O'Leary fixed him with a stormy eye, “We'll hear your objections later I know all about this rott dea) Is this Jean Jacques Petard “This is none of your business, began Clifford, but he never finished it. With one long arm Capt. O'Leary reached for Monsieur Petard, lift the gentleman by the seat his trousers and his collar and bore him towanl the door. Isabelle opened } for him “Don't kill him," she said, ay he went out Wally and Clifford rushed after him, Isabelle followed and Miss Watis got ax far us the door, Max and the editor sat still, but sounds came to them from the outer hall. She Had His Number Before | _He Started Counting — MISS— BUT and ete Re, PERM SATA ING | O'Leary strode into the room again, with heightened color but otherwise undisturbed “We'll hear no more of Mr, Petard, I think, Now, sir, it is your turn,’ mee editor defended himself with a chair, “Ww That business is this Miss Bryce is going to do me the marrying me, and you'll Jolly well see how much it ts my bual- hess, Put down that chair, it is words for you, not blows. Mr. Bryce, if the ladies Will leave us, we can settle shortly with this gentleman,” Max and Miss Watts lost no time in obs Clos he said to her. “Who ‘s this man?” demanded Mrs. Bryce. of yours?” Isabelle, please,” n't talk! If that creature hurts said Isabelle, her ear at the door, ‘There were sounds of angry voices inside, loud argument. Then silence, After what seemed a long time, Larry opened the door, “Come in, now, please." They filed in. The huddled in his chair, much abashed. package of letters. editor was He wag protty larry held up a "Mrs, Bryce, the letters are in my possession, May 1 keep them, for the present, Isabelle” She nodded. “This gentleman has just signed a paper, drawn up by Mr. Bryce and me, signed by Mr. Clifford, ‘This will be held by Mr, Clifford, in case of need. ‘That ends this conference, I believe,” he said affably The edito} or left hastily, Mr. Clifford went into the outer office, and Max turned to Isabelle, “Why didn’t you tell us you were going to marry this man?” she anded, Isabelle looked at Larry inquiringly, whereupon he took her hand and drew it through his arm, » must forgive her, Mra, Bryce, she didn’t know it, I've never had a chance yet to ask her.” Max wis used to shocks, but this morning had is too much for ber. “Sealed Shrouds By Joseph A Fascinating Detective Story Street and a Girl Who F HERE {a Lovette?” “W curious to see what he ts | “Well, | intend now io vote with same mind as Kate reports,” “Good!” Tariton exclaimed grimly “Thumbs down for Griswold!” Mellish deciared. chances with hin The crematory!" | had disappeared or whether after all “He should be here any minute now,” Kiddie Rin Korn 4 Conducted by Eleanor Schorer + Coprright, 1919, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New Tork Brening World). A Little ETTY was all “starched up” in her very est white dre: which had that darling, adori bie pink bow hanging so “sort of| gracefully” at the back. Her flouncy lace petticoats were just stiff enough to make her dress stick out so be- coming! What is more, she had an exquisite hair bow to deck her shiny, brown curls and a pair of dainty patent leather slippers on her “tooties.” Isabelle was to be her name, No more Betty for her! Ghe was Isa- belle now and #he liked It. It sounded #o rich and carefully chosen, She wanted to be a princess #0 badly! Were all het hopes to be blasted? She walked over the soft, velvety carpet of green and soon reached a small lake, She looked into it and saw the reflection of her own little image. How grand she was! But she had no time to waste if she want- ed to meet the prince in time. 40 she hurried on her way until sho came to a little stone on which she inseribed, “My Prince, come!” In an instant a handsome prince appeared and gathered her up in his arms, as if to shield her from the cruel world, Then things seemed to become vague ; and soon faded away entirely as! Hetty felt a grip on her shoulders, Her big, biue, wondering eyes alowly opened in a dazed manner. She look- ed around and spied @ crab-faced ma. tron standing over her ready to strike her a blow. Oh! she was back again in that horrid orphanage. If she cvuld ovly dream forever! She jumped up from her bed, gave @ quick glance in the mirror to #ee whether her white dross it wasn’t only a dream. But alas! the same checked ging- ham, the same pigtails, Tho matron moved toward her and she darted from the room and ran right {nto a very dignified, elegantly dressed lady. “Scouse me, please, mada mured Betty, ‘The lady smiled, which was surpris- ing enough! She watched the fright- ened face of Betty, then, with a t der embrace, lifted her and kissed her pale cheek. “Oh! how heavenly a kiss feols,” thought Betty. mur- “I've been looking all morning for a litle princess, 1 went to several or- phanages but I could not tind her,” explained the lady, | IT am quite sure, I've found her and she js going-to come home with me in @ huge automobile. “An automobile?” echoed Betty. “Yes,” suid the lady, kindly, “and At this astounding statement on the part of their god-like liberator she sat down suddenly, bereft of word: and stared at the two young peop.e, ‘uke me home, Wally,” she said, “I can't stand any more!” CHAPTER XXL UPPOSE,’ sald = Mra. Bryce, ag they got into the limousine, “suppose we postpone explanations I'm too worn out understand anything you may 6 until after lunch. to conversation was casual enough on the way home, Once there, Isa~ belle manoeuvred to get Larry alons but Wally stuck to him like father. He went, reluctantly. Larry held out two eager hands to Isabelle, but she ignored them “sweetheart,” he said, anxiously, “Larry, you told a li “Many of ‘em, darlin’. Whieh one?” You sald I'was going to marry 1" Aren't anxiously. “1 haven't decided—yet.” “But won't ye decide, dearie?” 1 may--when Im properly asked.” What is properly, Mavourneen?* “I dont know. I've never been pro- poned to before, extept by Jean Jacques Petard.” She was entirely humored her. “My dear,” he sald gently, “I love ye a very great deal, I want ye to love me a very great deal, and to be my wi Both arms went arond his neck. She drow hin tall head down to her and kissed him, There was no need of words, their | happiness was folded round them | like a cloak. Isabelle had come home. | home. you, crickety-Cricket?"— in earnest, eo he THE be ND, Gollomb: | of the Big Interests of Wall ‘ights Them to a Finish, Noguchi said. “i am ike,” you and Lovette—if be is still of the | We'll lake no more This is only one of many “ee situations in Mr, Gollomb’s new | novel. It is a gripping tale of how a girl fights a ring of Wall Street bank- | Princess she is goifg to live in a benutiful house like princesses live in and she won't have to eat oatmeal for supper either.’ “Oh!” breathed Betty, “and are you going to change her name? “That will be easy enough. call her Isabelle?" “Oh! I'm so glad fairies now because you are one. Ob! you are my darling fairy. By DOROTHY QUINN, aged fifteen years, Brooklyn, N. Y. THE BEGINNING OF SUMMER. The sun is shining brightly, The trees and flowers are beginn! to bloom, The birds are singing sweetly, For it is the month of June. Say we 1 believe in’ The grass is growing greener The air is warm and clear ‘The brooks and streams tinkle softly For the summertime is here. As the summer days slip by We kiddies have a jolly time, And I think of all the four seasons, Summer is the most kind. By JULIENNE WARSHAW, aged eleven years, Albany, N. Y THE FOUNTAIN. Out in the garden With flowers no gay Sparkles the fountain The long summer day. Over the pebbles ining so white Little fish start Like flashes of light. Flowers are blooming Close to the edge While the of @ bird Is heard in the hedge. On, on forever ‘May it sparkle so bright And to others, as to me Be a great delight. By MARION FAseere years, Brooklyn, N. Y. WHY | LOVE THE KIDDIE CLUB, I love the Kiddie Klub because I find in it a powerful ally which helps to make me broad-minded and so- clable. The Kiddie Kiub Korner holds the dearest place in my heart as I spend many pleasant hours read- ing the Klub news, enter the various contests and go to the parties, In this way | grow more and more ac- quainted with my Klub Cousins, Th contests the Klub holds arouse the fourteen wading fire of ambition in ery Klub C in'’s breast. And how it feels oe t your first one dollar prize check! juch a glorious thrill which vibrates through your whole body. When I hear people speaking about the war I hold my head high in a! as I think of the many sacrifices ¢! Klub Cousins have made to hasten the end of this war, This war which We are waging for the sole purposo of preserving our liberty and honor, which our forefathers bought paid dearly for with their lives and fortunes. By ARNOLD MALKAN, aged thir+ teen, Bronx. Get Busy on the -Fly Question, Sam! By John Dowling. The Fi to the Not HOW TO JOIN THE KLUB AND OBTAIN YOUR PIN, ee ess The 400. “Klub Pin™ an wil Iver ary