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inexpensive little concoction that gave her both health and social advantage. Poor but clean, she was. Next to her in line was a lady of great refinement, no doubt, but her hygienic habits had been formed in an environment that to us would seem heroic and discouraging. Next to her, was a lady of unascertainable nationality but of undisguised arrogance, for she, third from last in this formidable array of his. torical characters, was the first to taste the joy and display the benefits of chemically scientific cleanliness. She had reared many children, none of whom had ever discovered a continent or laid the foundation of a Columbian age, yet her nose tilted just a little when she was discussing the proper way to bring up a baby, and she said frankly that the Discoverer of this Continent might have established a more godly land, had he himself had the advantage of higher standards of personal cleanliness!

blankets at the Red Cross shop down town. I boarded a Lexington Avenue surface car at Thirty-first Street and crawled down to Sixteenth Street, got off and turned east. I had walked about fifteen hurried paces when I became aware that my right hand felt queer. I did n't have my pocketbook - a medium-sized, rather flat (as I mentioned before) brown-leather affair. Surely I had paid my car fare on that Lexington Avenue car? True, my mind was distracted, but the conductor would n't have permitted such an omission. I must have left it on the car.

Here I was: not a cent of money, time as precious as platinum, and I miles from the few friends I had uptown. I retraced my steps to the corner, looking without faith along the sidewalk, and then gazing hopelessly down town after a car which must have been at Whitehall Street by that time.

On the corner was one of those redgold-trimmed Meccas — a United Cigar Store. On its hospitable threshold stood a bluecoat, twirling his stick and gazing complacently at a seemingly peaceful world. He was built liberally – just as he should have been.

I crossed the street and stepped up in front of him. The stick stopped twirling and his eyes dropped — well, about six feet, I should say, judging from the size I felt as I began my story. As I remember, I omitted the date of the sailing of the liner and the reputed cheapness of the blankets. The omissions were probably due more to nervousness than to good judgment.

You know how some folks can make you seem to be lying when you are being so truthful that you feel almost naked. Looking at me, appraising me from my steady-going flat heels to my plain-band-around-straw hat and then down again, he said with a strong Donegal accent, 'Will, loidy, why don't ye tilephone your frinds?'

OFFICIAL RECOGNITION It was a raw, damp, April Saturday; the chill of the lower New York air was doing its best to freeze up good intentions — a fine day for morbid souls to feed upon. Anything disagreeable might happen, unless you had a name that sounded Irish or knew you were born lucky.

I had been told that if I wanted a chance to get into Europe before the war business was entirely cleaned up (there was almost nothing left then but the S.O.S.) I was to get myself down to the French liner which was sailing for Marseilles the next after noon. Try buying a complete outfit for nobody-knows-how-long a stay in Europe on twenty-four hours' notice and your last month's pay check!

Someone had told me that I could get first-class — though used-army

That remark did much to give me poise. He was n't wholly logical, and anybody who is n't wholly logical may be weak and sympathetic at times. Had n't I told him I did n't have a cent of money?

Timidly I reminded him of the unresponsive ways of public telephones. Once again his gray eyes traveled up and down my ultra-respectable, uninteresting raiment. Then his stick slipped to his side and his right hand to his pocket.

'Here's tin cents. Go over to the nixt block — take your subway up to One-sixty-eight. There's the Lexing ton Avenue car bairns. Wait there and maybe whin the car comes up ye went down on ye can spot the conductor – and maybe ye can't. If ye can't, tell 'em at the bairns to tilephone the lost-and-found department. If ye can't git any satisfaction, ye can use the nickel ye 've lift to git back to your frinds.

Did I thank him properly? Could he see the lump in my throat which was so rapidly closing my windpipe? Just before I turned away I made sure of the figures on the silver plate on that blue coat — 961.

It did n't take me long to make the subway. All the way up I was planning how to get along without the blanket - and then, as one always does, I enumerated dozens of things which I could have bought with that lost money. The way lost money bears interest and doubles its purchasing value is marvelous.

Heavens! the next thing I knew the train was pulling into One-hundredeighty-first Street! And the policeman had told me to get off at One-sixtyeight. Wildly I rushed out and down the steps and into the down-town entrance. And wildly I squandered the remaining nickel to ride back to Onesixty-eight. Time passed like mad!

Just as No. 961 had said, the Lexington Avenue surface-car barns were right across the street. For the first hour and fifteen minutes I stood and watched and waited. Whenever a car from down-town pulled in, I stepped up close to the steps, making it necessary for each man to walk around me or over me if he got off his car. They all looked at me with open curiosity. Women are scarce around car barns, I gather.

One motorman said as he stepped off the front, 'Wonder if that's Jim's wife, waiting for his pay envelope again?'

You 'd be surprised to see how conductors and motormen seem to resemble one another. By the end of an hour and a half I don't believe I'd have recognized my own father in one of those uniforms. Despair settled thickly all over me.

Along came another car. This time I did n't step forward — just kept on leaning heavily against the brick wall of the entrance. Off stepped the conductor, slim, young, Danish-looking. He looked at me, dived into his coat pocket and held up my purse, grinned, and said, 'I got it, lady!

Detaching myself abruptly from the brick wall, I rushed forward, expecting to clasp my treasure. He shook his head. According to the rules of the company he must turn in all articles found on cars at the desk upstairs. But, he said, I had better go upstairs with him and identify my property.

Nothing could have been more to my liking. As we climbed the stairs he remarked, “Now you want to be sure you know just what is in it. I'll tip you off. You have so many bills, so many pieces, and a little piece of pink stuff.' This last was really a sample of lavender voile.

Behind the grating in front of an office-window upstairs, sat a lean Uriah

Heep model. Clearly, definitely, reas- and apportioning Europe to different suringly, did that young Dane explain nations, I 'll use my influence to see the situation, with the pocketbook that Denmark stretches well down still clutched in his hand. Eagerly I toward the Mediterranean. corroborated each statement. All the I got off at One-hundred-forty-fifth time the man inside kept shaking his Street with this time a number on a head and I suffered a relapse in my brass plate stamped on what little spirits. Then in a bored, final tone, mind I had left — Conductor 1078. without apparently taking the least in- It did n't take me long to rush over terest in either the conductor or my- to my room and friends, get the rest of self, he said, “I'll have to have this my money, board a subway down to purse and send it down to Ninety- Fourteenth, walk back to Sixteenth, sixth Street to our Lost and Found praying all the way that officer No. Department, and Monday you can go 961 might still be on duty during the down and redeem it, madam, if it is noonday rush. Luck again! There in yours.'

the middle of the street stood that · Monday! In vain we pleaded. That bulwark of comfort. Adroitly I stepped office clerk stretched long, thin, ink- up behind him, tapped him on the stained fingers under the grating and arm, and held out an open palm with I saw my wallet carried back to a desk a dime in it. He turned quickly, on the other side of the room. I looked started to look as his job demanded, at the conductor. He looked at me. and then suddenly his face broke into Then, with a sudden rush of masculine folds of real pleasure. He grabbed my chivalry, he said, 'Can't you ride back whole hand, saying, “Will, will, loidy, on my car and get near where you live?' did ye git it?'

I assured him I could. So we started In spite of three hours shot to the out. If I had been president of the wind, I took time to tell him of the whole I. R. T. I could n't have ridden car-barn experience and the trip back any cheaper than I did on that trip, and (I wish now I had told him how I there was n't anybody in the whole squandered the other nickel). world I liked any better at that mo- The last thing he said was, 'Here's ment than the honest, big-hearted boy good luck to ye! at the back of the car. We had gone Yes, I got the blanket. It was cheap. about ten blocks when he came down It was warm. With hurried directions the aisle with a two-dollar bill in his left with my friends as to a reward to hand. “Would n't this help you out be sent to Conductor No. 1078, and a for a little while, ma’am?'

letter to the Chief commending Officer I want to tell you that the lump in 961, and their promise to go for my my throat which I had swallowed purse on Monday, I started that afterearlier in the morning rose up bigger noon for the steamer. I did n't miss it. and harder; with blurry eyes I re It's a good old world and fused the two-dollar bill. But if ever I

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PURSUING the theme of Lord Moulton's now formerly a part of a New York evening's famous essay in which he sought to define entertainment, is now on the editorial staff the domain of Positive Law, the domain of the New York Times. GAs a practising of Free Choice, and that larger territory member of the Philadelphia bar, Walter which lies between them, where we are Gilkyson knows the way of the legal brothobedient to the ‘unenforceable,' William P. erhood from the inside. Mr. Gilkyson's Gest declares that no such willful bounda- first novel, Oil, has recently been published ries exist in this country; rather we are by Scribners. fenced within a high-barred reform and saddled with a liberty created by law' — for the most part a galling harness. Students That the Berkshire horizon once bounded as well as lawyers will recognize the author- the ideal of home and peace is the whimsical ity of Mr. Gest's quotations, though for memory of Carroll Perry. CAs editor of the convenience's sake we have eliminated the American Lawn Tennis Magazine, Stephen references from the text. Samuel Taylor Wallis Merrihew is particularly qualified Moore, formerly of the Publicity Depart to discuss tennis writers and tennis-players. ment of the American Legion, has written Mr. Merrihew is one of the Committee of extensively on aviation and other subjects Seven which is to decide the Tilden case. in which veterans are particularly inter- Ramsay Traquair expresses the hearty wish ested. During the war Mr. Moore was an that the scientist, the artist, and the mystic officer in the Balloon Corps. CThe Jew should untie the apron strings that bind who defends his race against that national them to the feminine and practical civilizablackball, so often the mark of pride and tion of the United States. Why this civiliprejudice, is an important member of a large zation is both feminine and practical, institution where Jew and Gentile work Mr. Traquair explained in the Atlantic of together in business harmony. JA. Cecil last November. With strong and fine Edwards has just resumed his London old words has the English poet, Wilfrid residence after thirteen years in Persia. Gibson, raised a spirit from the dead. His other miniature, 'Omar's Grave,' ap- James Truslow Adams is an American peared in the September Atlantic.

historian and the author of The Founding of New England and Revolutionary New

England (1691-1776), both published by the When James R. Nichols was a boy, his Atlantic Monthly Press. Mr. Adams is at grandmother told him stories of a revolu- present engaged on a third volume of tionary soldier whom she had known in her Colonial history. From Eastern lore, childhood. Some of these stories were L. Adams Beck has chosen this story of a taken from the soldier's diary, a hallowed lover who suffered a sanitary, although heirloom. This in time descended to Mr. none the less dramatic, sacrifice. Nichols. From his transcription, we have

* * * selected the most characteristic entries. gIt requires the even-tempered geniality Walter Lippmann, as successor to Frank of Edward W. Bok to consider the most I. Cobb, is in charge of the editorial page offensive subject in the world — age of the New York World. F. E. Haynes, whether it be middle, ripe, or old. George professor of sociology at the University Villiers, an English poet recently familiar of Iowa, and the author of Social Polito the Atlantic, here writes in happy accord tics in the United States, here describes the with childhood and the season. Simeon political ideas and ideals suggested by a Strunsky, whose Post-Impressions were single name. William Henry Chamberlin

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is now in his third year of residence at guests or two dozen. Everybody kept open house Moscow as correspondent for the Chris and the out-of-town friends ate when they tian Science Monitor. During this time

pleased. Every available bed in the house was

pleased. Every available bed Mr. Chamberlin has seen at close hand the made up fresh, and mother used to tell how she

slept on the covered bathtub, and how John ten men who are steering the Russian State.

G. Whittier, coming upstairs to the room proE. T. Raymond is editor of the London

vided for him, met his young hostess bringing Evening Standard and a student of political

down' a mattress on her head to spread on this forces and personalities.

improvised bedstead.

Speaking of Yearly Meeting reminds one of

the tale of Lucretia Mott and a rather bashful The gentleness of Friends.

stranger from the countryside. Dear Mrs.

Mott trying to make him feel at ease asked in West New BRIGHTON. her gentle fashion, “Thee has never been married, DEAR ATLANTIC, —

Friend Thomas?' 'Oh! frequently, Lucretia,' It was with the greatest pleasure that I read he hastened to reply. Miss Thompson's article on the Friendly days In her article Miss Thompson criticizes the of her youth. My mother was also a Philadelphia grammar of the American Quakers. We do not Quaker and some of the tales of her youth are like say “thee' for 'thou,' and our English Friends do Miss Thompson's.

not, and I protest in memory of similar protests My grandfather was a man who followed his made by my mother that we American Quakers own convictions and was very liberal for his day. do not say 'thee' for 'thy.' That we elide the Yet later when he found a flute on which his word and drop the y, saying 'th' hat' for 'thy young son was learning to play, and which for hat’I agree to, just as we all say 'm' hat' instead safe-keeping the lad had hidden among the table- of 'my hat.' cloths, grandfather confiscated the little instru If Miss Thompson still uses the 'plain lanment and destroyed it. Music of course of any guage and will watch herself she will find she sort was forbidden, as having a pernicious in- does it that way. We all do. fluence on the young.

MARY OTIS WILLCOX. Once grandfather had burned a borrowed book, some harmless novel of the day, and great

* * * was my mother's fear that he would find Pickwick hidden under the sewing work in her

A distinguished appreciation in the dobasket. Pickwick had just come out and she was

main of good manners. enjoying it greatly. He did find it, and opened it,

BISMARCK, N. D. as was inevitable, at the spot where the greatest DEAR MR. EDITOR, — freedom of language was set forth, the daughter Lord Moulton's discourse on ‘Law and Manholding her breath at the possible outcome. ners' in the July Atlantic, is a classical presentaHe closed the book and laid it down observing, tion of the case against the vice of overprescrib'I do not see, daughter, how thee can get pleasure ing by legislative fiat what one shall or shall not or profit from such a book.'

do. We live in a welter of regulatory law. He was an ardent Abolitionist and of course Though it voice the will of the majority it is had many trials and provocations of spirit, but often a prohibition from without against which he never showed his perfectly justifiable irrita- we inwardly rebel. If civilization is a growing tion beyond a hand clenched tight and a fierything, if human betterment is a reality, if the flush on head and face. His Quaker training had individual will, and hence the social will, can be taught absolute control. Even when, on a visit educated, then the trend must be toward a of religious concern' to Delaware, he was tarred narrowing of this domain and an expansion of and feathered and ridden on a rail by the pro- the domain of good manners. If human progress slavery men of Salem, he offered no resistance is a fact there will be an ever increasing obedience to the insult, but spoke to them gently, and to the unenforceable. This progress will voice courteously invited them to visit him in Phila- itself in a common desire to perform duty as delphia.

earnestly as it demands rights. And when men The Yearly Meeting was truly a fearful time recognize their duties as they do their rights for the housekeepers. They stocked the larder a social balance is struck which ends the need with all sorts of food which could be prepared for defining the boundaries of conduct by beforehand and could be counted on to keep, as positive law. When one sees what he ought to well as with toothsome and more perishable do he has at least made a fair start toward viands. They set long tables in the dining-room obedience, and having had so much of insight never knowing whether there would be two it may be reasonably expected that he will have

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