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the day he worked for the Government and at night he worked Secretary of the Navy we have ever had, and thus he has vind. for himself, editing his paper by mail and writing, breezy let

cated the President's judgment in appointing him as well as ters from Washington that so increased his circulation that by his own theory with regard to promotion by selection for merit 1895 he was able to acquire control of the “ News and Ob rather than seniority. He knows his job and he sticks to it

. server," then and now one of the leading daily papers of the As far as I have been able to discover, he never takes a vaca. State. Combining his new acquisition with the “Chronicle," tion. He does not even go on the inspection cruises that some he made his position in the world of journalism secure, and of his predecessors used to find so necessary in hot weather. returned to Raleigh, where he remained until Mr. Wilson He is kindly, sympathetic, painstaking, and intelligent. His asked him to take the Navy portfolio. Since he became a democracy is chiefly manifest in his desire to help men; and it Cabinet officer he has simply kept on working, but while work is because he believes that he can do this best by teaching them ing

he has been a sympathetic listener and an apt learner. to help themselves that, from cabin boy to admiral, the Navy is Thus he has made himself, as Admiral Dewey said, the best to-day able to answer, “ We are ready now, sir."

FIRST TO FALL

(W. C. S., CLASS OF '15)

BY ELIZABETH HANLY
I cannot think of you among the immortals,

Brilliant and bold, the service banners fly,
One of a grave-eyed reverential host;

And one by one the frat house windows brighten
I picture you come back a gallant ghost

Above the river as the sun goes down.
To seek again these stately, shadowy portals

Then sauntering down the chapel aisle you go,
And hide

your
khaki 'neath a scholar's gown.

Insouciant, indifferent, and slow,
I can imagine how your face will lighten

A sidelong glance of mingled pride and shame
When you behold against the western sky,

For the bright tablet that will bear your name.

SOLDIERS OF LAW AND ORDER '

SOME ADVENTURES OF THE

THE PENNSYLVANIA STATE POLICE

II-HOT WEATHER
BY KATHERINE MAYO

AUTHOR OF JUSTICE TO ALL," THE STANDARD AUTHORITY ON STATE POLICE

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\HIS happened in Pittsburgh in mid-July. For days and and with sickening smells of bananas and coal gas and bu

nights the heat had been merciless. It had beaten through manity.

the roofs and walls and pavements until roofs and walls She hurried out of the car, dragging the child after her. And and pavements gasped it sevenfold back. It lay and weltered just as the couplings gave their first jerk a brakeman saw the in streets and alleys, a thick and sticky pestilence. The two two jump off, on the wrong side of the track. great rivers, sweating beneath it, clogged the air with steam. He called his conductor. Hanging from the platform the No escape anywhere.

better to watch her, the two men saw her climb down toward The people's first resistance had worn away. Weak ones were the river bank, then, as though she had changed her mind, veer falling, each into his own pit--the weakest first.

back and start out along the bridge. Mary Kaufman's time came early. Mary Kaufman had not · I don't like that,” said the brakenan, as a curve shut off much chance. Physically she was a chip, a rag. Her weight was

the sight. under a hundred pounds, and the little length she had was her "No more do I," agreed the conenetor. “What's worse, I only dimension. She was under-nourished, anæmic, feebly hys thought she was queer when I took her tieket-and-why, yes, terical. Her inheritance, if she had thought of such things, by George! That ticket was for Kittanning. She shonkın't have might have scared her. Her personal history was dull. She was got off here at all !” married, and her married life, poor but not poverty-stricken, * It's my belief,” the brakeman observed, that the woman is had been troubled. She had one child, a seven-year-old boy, crazy, and that she means to drown the boy. She's just looking and she sometimes wished the boy was dead. The boy himself for the likeliest place to push him off. That's what she's up to. was a bright little creature, loving and gentle and happy- mark my words!" hearted, but his spirit did not penetrate the fretful mind of his “ With her with a ticket to Kittanning, and getting into some mother, who saw in him only a burden to carry in a tiresome mess on the way, there'll likely be a claim against the con world

pany.” The conductor's fears increased. Under the great, relentless heat-day after day of it, night They stopped the train at the first tower station and sent in a after night - Mary Kaufman began to brood, with a vague warning to Freeport, the seat of the nearest local police. resentment of the whole scheme of life. Then came a morning Meantime Mary Kaufman, pursued by her idea, but as yet when she arose from her comfortless, tousled bed into the grip confused and vacillating, drifted baek aeross the bridge

. It of an idea.

sheer height and the stabbing glint of the flood beneath as it Under its spell she dressed herself and the boy, and, without glittered under the terrible sun in some way failed to command stopping for any pretense of food, hurried out into the street her. She must seek her thought in another form. Wandering and away to the railway station. There she bought tickets to

still, she strayed through the little river settlement caled Kittanning, distant some sixty miles.

Garber's Ferry, and so out and beyond, until her eyes fell upeo Half-way to Kittanning, at a station called Butler Junction, a pleasant old white-columned farm-house, standing back among just as the train had finished its stop and was about pulling its green lawns, under the shade of apple trees-comfortable. out, Mary Kaufman suddenly sprang to her feet, and, dragging prosperous, cool. the boy after her, hurried out of the car the rattletrap day At this sight, so novel to her fevered eyes, the

the poor coach gritty with cinders, pasted with soot, reeking with heat city-grown straw whirled into a new edde. She would take the 1 The first of these stories, * John G.," appeared in The Outlook last week

house, so cool and quiet, so white and calm behind the big pak lars, beneath the green shade. She would take it, and thello

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RAISING A LIBERTY LOAN HONOR FLAG OVER THE UNITED STATES TREASURY BUILDING IN WASHINGTON This flag, which is the first of a host which it is hoped will soon fly over the cities and towns in the land, was made by Mrs. William G. McAdoo, wife of the Secretary of the Treasury, aided by the wives of other members of the Cabinet. A fag of the same design will be presented to every community which over

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(C) UNDERWOOD & UNDERWOOD

AN ASSEMBLAGE OF BRITISH “TANKS" ON THE WESTERN FRONT Twenty-odd tanks can be counted in this group. They are, of course, only a fraction of the entire number which the British army has been employing so successfully in its campaign in France. The side armor of the tank in the foreground has been removed, giving an unusual view of the interior of this engine of war. This is a

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(c) COMMITTEE ON PUBLIC INFORMATION

TESTING THE MENTAL ABILITY OF A RECRUIT The young Negro has what looks like a "picture puzzle” before him. He is required to assemble the various parts of the design in their proper position. The length of time taken in this test fornis a basis for classifying the man under examination. On his record for accuracy and speed the examiner bases a recommen

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having killed the boy-she had nothing against the boy, but “ Well, you ain't wanted here. Go right back to Freeport." still she must kill him-she must kill him--she would live in it "No, no," cried the chief, as if remonstrating with a child. free as air, all by herself.

“ You can't talk like that to a policeman, you know. I'm here Mary Kaufman stood in the doorway, gazing into the eyes of to get you. You must come right along now with me.” the mistress of the house. It was haying season. Not a man was Again he started up the walk, but stopped short as a bullet on the place.

sang over his head. “I have come to live here,” said Mary Kaufman.

· For God's sake, look out!” cried the voices behind him, and · But I don't know who you are !" gasped the other.

in the same instant he caught sight of a small white face in the ** No," said Mary, “but I have come here to live. Not with upper window, peering down at him along the barrel of a rifle, this child. I shall not keep him. I shall live here alone. Go from whose muzzle rose a coil of smoke. Wise man that he away at once."

was, he turned and ran for cover like a deer. When he peered " But," cried the mistress, “this is my house!"

out again, not one of his confrères remained in sight. “ If you don't go away this minute-now”-Mary was talk “S’st !" came presently from behind a tree. ing calmly enough, but the pupils of her eyes were very broad “S'st!" "S'st!" echoed other shelters. and there was warning in her face—“ if you don't run, quick, “ Let's hike back and get word to the burgess," whispered shall have to kill you."

the tree. " This looks serious. We don't want to do anything The terrified woman waited for no proof. She ran as fast

rash." So they stole away. as the heat and the fright and her lack of strength would Meantime the countryside was gathering. The railway police let her, and she carried the news to the railway station at appeared, neighboring farmers, village folk. The midday sun Garber's Ferry, her nearest refuge.

blazed high, and they sought out spots of shaded concealment In the interval Mary Kaufman was looking over her new whence to spy upon the infested house, wherein to plot. Now home. Pleased with all that she saw, she stopped to examine and again some bolder spirit ventured a sortie, instantly to draw furniture, ornaments, curtains, carpets, even the racks of hunt a shot. The aim was erratic, uncalculable, and none the pleasing guns, property of two sportsman members of the family, anter for that. There was no safety zone. that hung in the hall. Mary had scarcely even seen a gun There's those girls camping over yonder on the Carnegie before-- had almost certainly never held one in her hand. It Institute Tech. grounds! They're easy within range of that big amused her to pretend to aim them and to play with the locks, rifle!” exclaimed a voice from an unseen source. and she looked, too, with vague interest at several revolvers and “Yes, and there's a hundred of 'em, if there's one. Just as at the boxes of cartridges conveniently at hand. She was thus like as not to stop a bullet, any of 'em. They probably think wholly absorbed when the boy began to whimper at her knees. all this racket's just skylarkin'. They won't be watchin' out."

"Mamma, I'm so hungry!" wailed the poor little chap. It was Somebody ought to tell 'em.”
already noon, and neither of the pair had broken fast that day. “ Crack! Crack!” A small green branch with a splintered

Mary stared at the child strangely. “Well, I may as well stem sailed down among the speakers.
feed you," she concluded. “There's sure to be plenty in the A pause. Then a dubious voice: “We-ell, I don't know how
house." So she laid down the rifle she was fondling and moved you feel, but I ain't so crazy about movin' out from behind
off toward the kitchen, the famished child trotting behind her, this here rock just at present. I reckon them girls 'll come in
revivified by hope.

out of the rain-take care of themselves-don't

you? There was, indeed, food enough in the house-ample food “Yes, yes,” hastily agreed the others. “Course they will," for many mouths, some of it ready prepared. Mary stood look and made speed to quit the topic. ing at rows of good things—bread, cake, pies, cold meat--and at “Crack !" “ Crack !” “ Crack !” from the house. bins and crocks and jars and bags of stores, while the boy gazed The Freeport police, returning, had essayed another attack too, with wonder and delight. And while she so stood, motion under cover of a rase carefully planned, only to be driven to less, a new impression seized her with a rush.

their heels. The sole result of their venture had been to endanger "Some one is coming to take this house away

I

not only their own lives but those of anybody and everybody can't stop to feed you now-I can't stop for anything. And I'll within range of the windows. have to leave you alive a little longer. Come! come !" Snatch Almost seems like they'd have to shoot her," ventured ing the child by the shoulder, she dragged him out of the room, up the stairs, and flung him, weakly wailing, into a corner of “Kind of horrible to shoot a woman." the upper hall.

"Sure! But we can't get her out this way, that's certain. “Stay quiet! There's a good boy! Don't move! Don't make And there's no telling what awful thing she may not do, going a sound!" she whispered, vehemently. “I'll get you some pie

on as she is.” soon. And then I'll kill you. But not now-not just yet. You * There's plenty of food in that house, and ammunition enough must wait. First I must lock all the doors. I must get the guns - all the guns, every one.”

“But she's got to sleep some time.” Hurrying away down the stairs, she labored back, breathless, "Yes, but they do say crazy people have double strength. as fast as her feet-would carry her, two heavy rifles in her arms. And what mischief won't she pull off before she sleeps ! BurnShe bore them into a front chamber and flung them on the ing that good old house down 'll be the least of it." bed. Again and again she made the trip, precipitate, as though Oh, say, look there! Who are them fellers comin' up the she knew she had not a moment to lose, until every weapon road ?" and all the ammunition had been transferred to her chosen spot. Two figures clad in steel-gray uniform had just jumped out Together they made a small arsenal, for, as it chanced, the men of a car a little below the house and were now approaching of this household loved firearms, each rivaling the other in the rapidly. Something about them, even at this first glance

, concompleteness of his stock.

veyed the certainty that with their advent the whole situation “Now,” said Mary, “ let them come !"

instantly changed that nothing that had gone before counted She stationed herself at a front window, like a minute-man that business would now begin. The swing of their clean

: on guard. Scarcely had she done so when the Freeport police, muscled bodies sent a message ahead. The stride and snap four strong, bore down on the house. They were mopping their their close-putteed legs wrote " Finis” to nonsense and mess. brows and panting ; they were more than a little irritated at “ State troopers, by Gad! That's the talk! Now we'll see the trifling nature of the pretext that brought them so far afield something !" under conditions so extreme.

" What makes them chaps look so-so kinder powerful - Wait here in the road,” said the chief. “ I'll go and bring like ?" queried one puzzled voice from behind a stump. her out. No need of everybody going in. It might excite her. * They do that, don't they?" assented another. He started up the walk.

“ Dummed if I don't think it might be the collars.”
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