PRICE 35 CENTS. 019 NOVEMBER NOTICE TO READER. When you finish reading this SCRIBNERS When Our Flag Came to Paris ARCHIBALD DOUGLAS TURNBULL 533 War, Women, and American Clothes ELIZABETH MINER KING 592 The Middle Years. (Autobiographical) POEMS Ballad of the Rich Suitor HENRY JAMES 608 The Point of View. The Flag-English as a Melting-Pot-Pudding-Stone Style The Field of Art. American Etching To-Day The Financial World. War Loans and War News 637 W. A. BRADLEY 641 ALEXANDER DANA NOYES 645 ILLUSTRATIONS: Frontispiece, Édouard Manet's "The Balcony," reproduced CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS NEW YORK SAY WURTHERIONER: TREASURER 597-599 FIFTH AVE. NEW YORK ---CONSTABLE & COMPANY LIMITED LONDON CHARLES SCRIBNER-PRESIDENT French, 1832-1883. Reproduced by special permission from the original painting in the Luxembourg Museum, Paris. The virtual initiator of the modern movement. Manet turned his back upon the gods and goddesses of antiquity and depicted the typically Parisian life of his day. This picture, which shows Mlle. Berthe Morisot, seated, and the painter Antoine Guillemet and companion standing, was greeted with hostility and open derision at the Salon of 1869. SCRIBNER'S MAGAZINE VOL. LXII NOVEMBER, 1917 NO. 5 FIGHTING FOR PEACE BY HENRY VAN DYKE Recently United States Minister to Holland III-STAND FAST, YE FREE! A DIALOGUE ON PEACE BETWEEN A HOUSEHOLDER AND A BURGLAR The house was badly wrecked by the struggle which had raged through it. The walls were marred, the windows and mirrors shattered, the pictures ruined, the furniture smashed into kindling-wood. Worst of all, the faithful servants and some of the children were lying in dark corners, dead or grievously wounded. The Burglar who had wrought the damage sat in the middle of the dining-room floor, with his swag around him. It was neatly arranged in bags, for in spite of his madness he was a most methodical man. One bag was labelled silverware; another, jewels; another, cash; and another souvenirs. There was blood on his hands and a fatuous smile on his face. "Surely I am a mighty man," he said to himself, "and I have proved it! But I am very tired, as well as kind-hearted, and I feel that it is now time to begin at conversation on Peace." The Householder, who was also something of a Pacifist on appropriate occasions, but never a blind one, stood near. Through the brief lull in the rampage he overheard the mutterings of the Burglar. "Were you speaking to me?" he asked. "As a matter of fact," answered the Burglar, "I was talking to myself. But it is the same thing. Are we not brothers? Do we not both love Peace? Come sit beside me, and let us talk about it." "What do you mean by Peace," said the Householder, looking grimly around him; "do you mean all this?" "No, no," said the Burglar; "that is-er-not exactly! 'All this' is most regrettable. I weep over it. If I could have had my way unopposed it would never have happened. But until you sit down close beside me I really cannot tell you in particular what I mean by that blessed word Peace. In general, I mean something like the status quo ante bel "In this case," interrupted the Householder, "you should say the status quo ante furtum-not bellum [the state of things before the burglary, not before the war]. You are a mighty robber-not a common thief, but a most uncommon one. Do you mean to restore the plunder you have grabbed?" Copyright, 1917, by Charles Scribner's Sons. All rights reserved. Printed in New York. |