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Sylvia Pan\ horst Will
Serve fertn in Prison
For Promoting Sedition
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YLVIA PANBilunsT appears to
flare made tip her mind that
sbe wig be it political trouble-
s all her Bre. A great
the women who became
fitortolia In the fight for votes in
1 ..latiii. disatineared into the back -
2/111/n as t he vote was
t Na Sylvia I'ankhurst.
••iitly to the sorrow of tier brilliant
•• he:, slot smolt her time during
he war attempting to stir up trou-
t.. She arm airs to have Identified
taelf entitetv with the revolution-
. e ae now serving a term
,• 1.••••oi rm. 1, Inc to eatire aecli-
Imo 11t,• navy. The papers
,1m, alto to tili/r1111t, I•i/VIllittion are
er the oriiiiiehis thot the British
a; to soi,e They are
1/tall••••I • koos."• amaly how--
. :•11•-• • ,••1) Their
Pt,o1,:v•tri,iv iiver the. country
o 11,, Sup I• i'•••"101•11,01.1'd work -
r', to, h • man, ote. emoomtions
..• t to. 0 t•••1 i • •'/' ,01•14 Ong:11114.
T1•0 •' pre,tilmiught,
i l•i, ,I I, P;tnklitirst,
ihis in ibe mire, '
'howl ti, P.111iievrit to
Ole •ei • 'mind is the
;tee or ihe teipletliet
hpia i• is 1,1.• ri,•• work-
• rs ihe • 1••• • •irel ielies, the
?•
1•Il•La 1 %NEN laIRS'f.
/amt. the armed forcea, arid working
woomit it 1 )10010. Italian work -
1,i seizes Th.-. metal famories,
rtosatan workers intied the entire
;/1,11 Innery of slate and set up a
Stove! Republic. Make it a fight
tor Soviets in Britoil,. You must
tight ni turn out the Government."
toe -peering the Whitehall rlots,
tette peper said:
"We 'were not SOITy that the un-
maployed hit Mirk last night. The
unemployed will get nothing if they
bit not win by fore,. {Vino) they
Ii', fully realized that, they win
.loin the soda! revolution. Happily
he oapitalist claaa, nt plimging
.--. humanity into the World War in
which the entire population ts en-
gaged, will produce a change in the
inentality of the workers In this
.,it other counailes which will pees -
era iy end the capitalist sysdeitl.
tinisi the Fled Flag! Spend Ilie
eaiviets!"
Ine of the Red onsets tailed Itself
'le- "11(mi British Navy" and Sought
to Melte the 13114 iSh naval Men into
eaiaing the fleet. The tinny has been
the lde' of another onslaught.
EN elsewhere there is (widei ce of des -
301''' attStt13t flom Moscow to
ape-itt lit•itish radio, ta to drspeotte
metisures—onti resell of wheel wee
chteweeping homing 0111 01 1.41.111/1'
ttn 'III/01S 0/ 1110nn'Ibiti el0111rilS. 'I'ii,•
01,111101e nat tire of the cal/initial!
ha. comp Hod tho 1/V01.01110111 I.
tibobti in, Willi a rr•'S1,1.
• V:11. d watelane it lotenlY. but even
that. Britiili tolerance hita let the
extremists, of whom Sylvia Pank-
Itiirat en flaunty
to leit_ths that in moat
amild til eimaidetahly to penb
tommi, romdations.
— - - •
'Mt :miteOtalory.
••• weal, neve mart. rail Aiiier-
lave isailieel hot. 11 3 4, 11it 1 Ilan
"iialailsa A saline sleeker
iess .1 MOO 13 ill/ ;Old 1.1.,•,1•11 )1114 111.:11•01,
1r1/1t1 I only niatioiet that 1A -.1S
i1,11/1,`, it, :11,1Y, 1 it te S1110/0 Of a
',In,' U111111,1• 11/111
Th..ittit011. Hal i% I.and Ila 1 -
to Anparieims is an I/Hornsb ill
111 t -alto irs. i he other A/110r-
1.1. ti Mr W1)111 • -I110 112 0111%
I • • SI 11111n," me,ning 1,, elwileng._
11: 1;..cy and rodidem of the soil. When
itt Aniertian aarlimpea a man he plus
an obstacle in Grant or him like 1110
O p that. blacked liis foridetheia'
llititttliiI
The idueleril is a native or Amer -
0 har.,, if 41•1'1•11g:11/.,1 With :IR
n1 Measnt, itt lo• robin Is by the
•Thala-li It is \ ety Limo, and has nit
Tom
IVIooRE
BY
THEODORE BERT SAYRE
THE hlUSSON CO., LTD.
Toronto
(Continued from last week
"Splendid wine," remarked Mr.
Slink, rather thickly for, if the truth
be known, he had treated himself
twice at the ale -house across the
street before mounting to the attic.
and this unwonted indulgence in addi-
tion to the hospitality of the poet
made an aggregate amount of intoxi-
cants quite a little more than he
could comfortably contain.
"You're a judge of liquor,
, Moore, a gentleman and a echo/
the bargain. I've always told M
da so, I assure youaa.
"I am delighted to hear you
so, Mr. Slink. Now if you will take
this shoe that is tight back to the
shop and have it stretched, I'll pay
you for the pair if the one that pinch-
es suits as well as this I have on,
when I try it on again."
"Just SO, sir," replied the cobbler,
cheerfully, meanwhile getting down on
his knees to remove the unsatisfae-
tory boot. "I'll not be long sir. You
elm rely on my return. sir, within the
hour."
"That will be soon enough," said
Moore. "liere IS your paper, Mr.
Slink,"
"Thank you. sir," said the )10W
thoroughly exhilarated shoemaker,
wrapping up t he bout, as Moere re.
mined the well-worn :dippers he hail
temporarily discarded for the teat of
Mr Slink's handiwork.
"Good day, Mr. Slink."
-Goal ,fity. Mr. Moore
.-
-Oh my best tt, MI'S.
Slink."
Matilda will lie delta -Liao!, sir" re -
the cobb'er, anivim: out into th••
hall with a step ilecithilty uni•ertaiii
M1/1/10 gave vent to a :sigh so••
kr:le/bin as the sound of feet died
a‘,y upon the st./lit'S below.
"Boa Mr," said Buster inquiring-
ly, as shut the dour, "wut use
his tine boot?"
Maori, regarded his youthful retain-
er with a look of mild astunialiment.
"lama you understand, Buster?'"
"Net sir."
"Well then I'll not tell you. Dem-
onstration is far more vatnable than
explanation. So just watch me. my
lad. A study of Thotnas Moore when
halal up is a liberal education for the
young and unsophisticated. You
shall lie educated, Buster."
"Yes, sir. Wot his it, Lerd Castle-
reagh ?''
"Gr -r -r -g -h!" remarked the bulldog,
warningly, at the same tirne sniffing
ansniciously at the crack of the door.
Mister -r -r M-M-M-oore in?"
demanded a husky voice, enthusing-
tically and persistently hyphenated by
a decided stutter,
"Hit's the bother shoemaker, sir,"
whispered Buster. recognizing the
thick utterance of the newcomer,
"The One who spits on his words, sir.
before 'ee lets loose hof 'ern."
"Faith," said Moore. "it is a good
thing the hall is dark. They must
have met on the stairs. It's a wonder
we escaped bloodshed, Buster."
"I a -say, is -s -s Mr. M -M -Moore at
h -home?" repeated the shoemaker,
with a hiccup that was plainly per-
ceptible within the attic.
"Phew!" exclahned Buster in an
undertone, recoiling from the keyhole.
"Hole Smirk his loaded hup to 'is
hears. You won't need to waste hany
of the Hadmiral's sherry hon 'int, sir.
'Re's fragrant sir, that's wot 'ee hie,
hand it hain't no bloomin' new mown
'ay wot flavors 'im. tells yer."
"Admit the gentleman," said Moore
opening the windows to their widest
extent. "A friend in need is a friena
indeed."
A friend itt soak his more like
it." murmured the boy, opening the
door obediently.
The big, bald-headed, redfaeed Mall
who had egged Bekowsky on to disas-
ter earlier in the afternoon staggered,
in with an oath mid a hicaup so en•
tangled on his lips that neithar he
nor his hosts made any effort to
translate his greeting.
'Good -day, Mr. Smirk ' observed
Moore, pleasantly. "You see looking
well sir." .
"T -t -t -hat n -no cx-c-cuse f't'
keeping nte w -w -waiting a month in
the hl -hall," replied the intoxicated
tradesnian, thickly, endeavoring to
leek offended.
"We thought you were a publisher,
my friend, .and we always make them
wait a little while before we admit
them," said Moore. "It has most,
benefieial effeclearpon their opinion of
me as n write Independence is fre
quently accepted asanclicative of per-
sonai affluence, as you doubtless
know."
elate* long. You will have to
Moore.
maker
assented Moore. "Good day,
Smirk"
have your money r -ready,
you?"
for the pule How long will it t
hour,. Mr. M -M -Moore, and see
direeta4 the poet, . "W,ben 1 try it
again, if it's all right. I'll pay
!`that will tifi,flx it fine.".
have it attended to immediate
that stretched, air."
"Finish it outside," sugges
"Ready money is a nice thin
"I'll be b-baek in l -less than
"Take 4 lilong, M. Smirk,
"Y -yes, 0 -air," replied the cobb
:good d-dey," began the sh
"I w -w -will, wsir," replied Smi
and as he proceeded slowly and u
steadily downstairs, the whisk
burdened tones of the cobbler d
away in a murmur and then teas
entirely.
"Observe me, Buster," said Moo
boots in hand. "These boots a
made of one style. From Mr. Smi
1 have procured on for my right foo
from Mr. Slink one fur my left '1'
Mr. two together make a pair, which is
ar in the object 1 set out to accomplish."
atil- "'Gorey!' shouted Buster. "Hi
sees. Hi :sees."
say "A trifle late, Buster, a trifle I
late," said Moore, milling on his re- .
cently acquired spoils.
"But. sir," said the boys appre- '
Itensively, "they will both he back in
it little while,"
"Well, I'll take pains nut to be here
then."
"But they'll watch hand ketch you
anther hor later."
"That le all the good it will do
i hem," replied Moen-. che•erfully, re
galenite, his feet with no little amount
of approval.
Ili knowa, sir, but you never breaks
year word, sir, hand you promised to ,
pay—."
"When did I 'tee l'il pay, Buster?"
-when ill Irieti oft 1,1t• other bol.
"IV, '1 0,1 I, :l stripli. 111:IiI.•r, 1M1.
1 /r/./C/ / /1,• 11, 011., 1/110t i'll."
" W.1 y 1 • r ? "
II'S
1 I, :oid tla•v will have a niei
ea -a' lime insfaila tat' eeeinsl el!,
oi•1•11'. : i al.. '1 area' 'ried 1.11/
•V. d•••11.111. -t III 1 !''iii'overy iir
i. -i., .0. ii:.,• ,, , ,, ii.i.,„ i.i,,• ..iibiiii.i
,iri.int lireoking a priani•,..
Meat, ,ighed.
•sah, Ihister," ha saal sadly, "Mom
"Irk ••••nho• ‘,•• "',Il '',0•• ,d1 /hem' tu.'n•
Ti!! thee they wd! ha,. 1, give 11,
or,dit, onil if they wafat give it. wa
will take it, bot for every penny I
TUE maw EXPOSITOR
hint "Oh, the days are.gone when beauty
bright.
ler, My heait'd chain wove—"
and "Where is the riot?" interrupted
1},,e the irate landlady, but Moore con-
etinued hie singing, at the same time
helping himself to a seat VII the table
6tkc beside her.
"When all my dreams by day ur night
an Were love, still love -"
you
"The rint is no dream," exclaimed
g"." Mrs. Malone "and by gurry, I'll have
Mr. I i)' me canary -bird."
oe- "New hopes may bloom
And daps may come
ted Of milder, calmer beam—"
rk, "Not til/ 1 have ivery penny due
me," asserted Mrs. Malone, turning
a deaf ear to the pathos and sentiment
with wbich the poet's beautiful voice
ed was investing the simple words of
the song.
re, But there's nothing huh' so sweet
re
in life
rk i
t; As Love's young tiream--"
he "I'd prefer the rint a t'ousand
times," observed Mrs. Mal -n,' quite
unaffected.
"No, there's nothing hair so sweet
in life
As Love's young dream."
71; ,
As the words of the song died
away in a sigh of sentimental melody,
Moore leaned forward and touched
the old woman on the shoulder, hop-
ing that he had struck some respon-
sive chord of memory in her recollec-
tions of long -departed youth, but he
wits doomed to disappointment, for
she smote the table with tine calloused
fiat and called upon the illintS to
witness and sustain her resolve to
zweept nothing but the ulaile amount
of the money due her.
Nothing daunted, Moore slipped off
the table and standing behind de-
termined creditor begun mealier verse
throwing even more feeling into his
vaso as he prta•eeded:
Mr. Smirk looked a trdrie dosed,
and then, abandoning his effort at
eiimprehension, proceeded to get to
his business without further delay.
"li-h-have you the m -money for the
b-botts Mr. M -M -Moore?" he inquir
ed, holding hit parcel behind him es
t hough fearful that he might be
robbed.
h• sir." replied Moore, enevely.
ne'y fits any hand, but, my foot
n't: fit every shoe. I'll try taem
you ere not too tired."
"Y -yes, s -air," replied Smirk. with
difficulty unwrapping his package.
"Your words are so slow as my
r,nt," said Moore, sitting down
The cobbler dropped heavily on hit
13, /111d losing his behove, fell
and on Moore's lap almost knock-
im rife the stool,
isn't time to lie down yet.,"
the poet, restoring the tradee-
to his eqsalibrium. "Ynu forgot
prayerte• sir."
irk succeeded in getting one of
ots on without much difficulty.
he other stuck fast in spite of
nrneet endeavors of its maker.
it a straightjacket you have
Mr. Smirk?" demanded Moore,
t trouble to answer me. It will f
"A
ot ilea! tires. As orne
!NI it eetebrates the does
h of prim; 'rho pursuit of (n., if
in tilarderlinf k's play of
•,ait 1011•1111 3 non woos With the
n • ‘, tor harp' nt
An Exciting Sgt..
,to 01,1Ing t tho knep
11..ru.1 SOt it IN, Ira forts
hour boon an inierits1Ing Mit h
-, fry roil yo:i rg ago when 11:1010- "It
eses 2.0o0 foto to nit hnminfist'a said
j..‘vs ilk. rils‘ beaks, fool- man
.1' -1 reptiles like the thrOV-hni mall your
.... 11,1k -beaked monorlonitis. and Sm
la k v haat armies in plate alt or, were the bo
..meving about. hut t
the e
It estimated that during the last "Is
re years 5,000,000 American women there
have changed husbands. "Doti/
A s face was clean shaven and con -
IV
0,0 I bit, pav 1110,M tWo
52Ilt•11 1Call :1110,I1 '0Itt10. 1 Van d
WI/1111111 `/I/ itt, )101 Wit !Salt 110111S I'd
1•1 ••,/ ,t1 7110 0,111 !tr pay any of my
debt: 1 don't like such triekery,
b1.:111•11 k /IOWA but 1 tttisi get 1/n. 1
must vet on."
"Ilif they weren't moray fools., they'd
be glad to trust us." asserted fluater.
'We'll •pay 'ent when McDernmt
brings limit our book hof poems."
"That remind me," said Miatre, "it
meat be almost time for me to hear
froin that same gentleman."
"Vessita Say. does Ili get a
homograph copy?"
"N'tai do. Buster," replied Moore.
smiling. "No one deserves it more
than you, I am sure."
"A hautograph eopy," repeated
Buster, delightedly. "My, but that
will be fine. Hand I wants yer
write your name hitt the front of it?"
"Don't you know what an autograph
copy is, Buster?" asked Mottre, his
eyes twinkling.
"That Hi does," said the boy. con-
fidently. "Ilit's one with gilt hedges
hill„u id it. Ili knows.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
In Which The Poet Warbles Ti, Mrs.
:Malone.
Itat-tat-tat,
"A re you dressed Mister Nfoore ?"
risked Mrs. Malone, her ear against
the crack of the door.
Moore winked at Buster and ino-
tioned him to admit the landlady,
who entered with her accustomed in-
dependence of carriage, apparently
expecting and prepared for conten-
,, t
thin.
"Alt, ha," ettid she, triurnphanty.
"Yotz didn't thrick me this time, Tont
belligerently.
"On the eontrary, I have been pa-
tiently waiting for yor ucorning. Mrs.
Malone" replied 1 he poet, politely.
l'he landlady looked incredulous. ' t
"Where is the rint?'' she inquired,
"Here in my dressing genial," j
SO Moore, exhibiting a long tear a
it: the garment mentioned. "A big delight. "Till .Saturday, till Satur
tip k is, too. Have you your needle day! '0-oray! '0-oray!"
handy?"
"Buster. from now on, we ran neve
"1 wants no fooling, Misther complain of these apartments as eX-
Thomas Moore," declared Mrs. Ma-
lone, ilrawing her bushy brows low pensive," said Moore, fanning himself
in a ferocious frown. by the window,
"No, sir? Why not ?" asked Bus-
"Were you ever in love, Mra, ter,lone?"
"Tied is none of your busineas." "Because I got them fir a song."
"You forget your husband was my ' replied the poet. "A cursed bad joke
Buster, aven if I did make it mystilea
first. instructor." said Moore. reproach-finlly. ,
I'll be your last teacher, and '
CHAPTER THIRTEEN'
I'll give you instructions in how to Toni Moore Has a Bitter Disappoint -
get nu .and get out wid your pile o' menti And An Unexpected Visitor.
rint."
kit, bag and baggage, unless I gets Mrs. Malone opened the door sod-
ini denly, accompanying this notion with
"You are Irish, Mrs. Melone."
Nicer mind thet, Farr." ' a vigorous gesture intendert to repre•
sent an apology for the liberty she
"Snre, I don't mind, if you don't," took in omitting the kneels. By this
replied Moore, "find if Ireland don't it can he easily seen that under Bus-
olamet. 1here will be no discussion on ter's tuition the manners of the land -
that point at all."
lady were improving.
"Wind are yrz going to do? Thot's "A gentleman to see you, Misther
whoa I wants to know. Mr. Moore? Moore."
Is it rint ot• 11111, Inc lino bucko?" "Show the gentleman in. MYR. Me
"won't you sit down, Mrs. Ma- lone," said the poet- adding in an un -
lone?" dertrine to Buster, "This must he a
"I•11 no( sit down, I'll strand up." reception we are giving We have
"Well, will you stand tip till you joined society without knowing it,
gel the rent, Mrs. Malone?" lad."
"I'll sit down," replied the land- "this way, sorr," announced Mre.
lady, Rutting the action to the words Malone with an elephantine duck,
so vigorously that the attic'rettled. this being the best imitation nature
"Do you know, Mr's. Malone, I've permitted her to give of a courtesy
written you song?" Immediately a little, stmare-sheped
1 wants no song. 1 have no notes man with an expressionless face from
in me voice." which protruded two beady eyes in
"Faith," said Moore. with a chuckle, much the same rnanner that raisins
‘"WP are alike then, for I've none in brighten and decorate the exterior
My pocket." surface Of • plum -pudding entered.
"1 wnnts me rint" s ing as pompously as though his
"Be easy, Mrs. Malone." said height were considerably Over Rix
Moore, in a conciliatory tone end feet instead of but a trifle under five.
orthwith broke into song: Hi
"N.,- that hallowed forte I - 01...q, for-
got
lAltieh Brat love tread "
"I'll have that rint, Tow Moore.
• or no sonos" interreia,..1 afry.
hitt her tone w% net (11,1ile
so quarrelsome as before ma,
front this drew erleollra).,•111,111 that
lent avomathy to his 11111 IC as ht.
centinued:
"Still it lingering haunts tha greenest
spot
On tnemory's weal,
,watits me rint," remailsed "Mrs.
Malone, but her %mist. Mei lost its
itt-ert ive defiance,
" was odor fled
As S0011 AS Shed
"I'll have rint, Tom Moore.'
aaid the landlady plaintively
was morning's winged dreant;
'T was a light that neer earl shine
On lifea'gsaidntill stream-
An al1Clible sniff carne frion beneath
the frill of Mrs. Malone's cap and
she cleared her throat noisily. Moore
leaned over her and tenderly and
slowly breathed forth the last. words
of his song, the mournful cadences
stealing from his lips sweet and low
and laden with tears, supremely
touching in their plaintive harmony,
for he sang as though it was to the
hopeless love that filled Ms heart's
innermost recess that he now gave
utterance.
"No, there's nothing half so sweet in
As Loat•iefs young dream,"
The last words died Ilway, and for
a moment the old attic was silent.
Then Mrs. Malone rose from her seat
with a stiffed sob, and, wiping her
eyes, started toward the door.
"And the rent, Mrs. Malone?" ask-
ed Moore, timidly.
")o11—you rapscallion." the said,
brokenly, to make an old woman
like me cry. Alt, bleaa you, Tom
Moore, for it's the old days you've
brought beak to me."
"But the rent?"
"May your voice never grow lesa,
Tom Moore. You—You-1"
"Well, Mrs, Alalone?''
"You have inc rint Satherday o
there'll be throuble."
And, blowing her nose vigorously
he relenting landlady left the atti
o its inhabitants.
"`O-ct-ray! '0 -o -ray!" shoute
Rueter in a hoarse whimer, seizing
..ord Caatiereagh hy the front paws
nil dancing around in a in his i
r I
. • .
taaYeate a
sistently grave and aoleinla dawn to
the lower lip- where his chin Made
sudden and Undignified . attempt. to
obtain eompleto concealment be the
Adds of his neekcloth. However,,a1
in all, he was a neat little men, though
far ft0111 a beauty.
"Er- ets—ahern," he began with a
little cough. meanwhile looking, back
and forth from Moore to Buster ate
Mrs. Malone waddled out of the attic
"w,hith is Mr. Thomas Moore?"
"1 am, air," replied the poet, tak-
ing nu notice of the new -center's in-
tentional rudeness. "What do you
wish with Inc?'
--alem--come from Mr.
MeDermot, the .publisher, My name
is Gannon."
"Indeed?" cried Moore. "Won't
you have a chair Mr. Gannon?"
"1 will, thank you," replied the
clerk, for such he was, seating him-
self with much dignity, a performance
given a humorous tinge by the un-
Ruecessful attempt he made to cross
his fat little legs. "1 have willed at
Mr. MeDrrinut's request to 1. ee you
abut yew. poessie."
You are mere than welcome, I an
sure," replied Moore.
"Mr. MeDermot has read the manu-
script volume you submitted, and
takes great pleasure in saying he has
never read anything better; great
Ph;Vr.‘te'rree*"gitve aigh of relief and
grew quite lightheaded with delight.
Heal' was real aPPreCiatiOn. Genius
we, about te be recognized at last
Ugly, ill-tempered, little Gannon be-
ram,' in the poet's eyes suddenly in- ,
vestwl with the beautiful character.
isties and perfect exterior of a cherub.
It Leale over -grown and shapeless,
perhaps. but nevertheletis cherubic.
Ile wondered how he could for the
herald of preeperity.
mieneet efave tie greatly disliked this
•
"NIL. Gamlen, you are thirsty, I
know," St III litered Marc. "You
must be after aticii a walk. intuit
that yiiii drink with pie Sir. What
:Mall it lit•'!”
."Since yoo itisiat I'll try it little
port," said the clerk, obligingly.
1 ' fortit hot elv." replied t he
•t.hat ra one thing I haven't in my
rtri like a Marled aide
ir, jost o.c .1 ta rt 11 v•• 1
a
This is the genuine lea of
11 you do not use Salada, send us &poet
sample, etetInd the price you now pay *pd. c4
Black GrCen orMixed Tea. Address ontwnt
clerk in a businesslike tone, "permit
me to deliver to you the measage of
my employer. 1 really am pressed
for time, sir."
"Go ahead," said Moore seating
himself on the opposite side of the
table near which his guest we's sit-
ting. "You may command me, Mr.
Gannon."
"M -er—er—McDerinot—ahem—
wishes me to infOrni yeti that your
poetry is delightful. The language is
beautiful."
"Yes?" said Moore, interrogatively
now in the seventh heaven of delight.
••Realy, Mr. Gannon?"
"F:aeh metaphor he declares is as
delicate as it is charming."
"Yes?"
'Your rhymes are perfect, Mr
Moore."
"In fact Mr. MeDerinot wishes me
to assure you that the highest praise
can be lavished On your work, Mr.
Moore, the highest praise,"
"He is too kind, Mr. Gannon, he
itt t.si kind," cried the poet. rising in
his excitement.
"Ile was delighted with your hook,
r. (;annon putpied, and looked
"But what 7" a:44,1 M:,11, eagerly.
"II • •
rannot publish it.
sit" sI id looking stupidly tit
!he clerk for a moment quite
tlo• ilrink in the w r'il bit
ie eJel,oard sir. (hie that will publish it?" he repeated
teak, aeeti, ha,. iif blur aloaaly. "Can't publish it/ Why not.
,Isv and es, to you
ee- :them. 1 stn I'llarl./011
matt." oliato,..,1 Mr. llonnon, doubt-
fol!V
"T1'.1:‘ yeti to forget
that " mid Moore in a reasaurinit
loae
"1 ;mot mit." replied Gannon, stid•
denly woxieg "Tho only
cloud in my •Iontestic n01'17,1111 ,
1•1111,id by ill< such SIft, 0f memory.
What a risoillection have fOr
ALICh lapses_"
"For their, or foil" yours, Mr. Gan-
non?"
"fair mine, Mr. 'Moore. for mine,"
hastily replied the clerk. "A h, wo-
nien—er--er--ithem—are angels, y.ir,
"No doubt." said Moore, pleasant-
ly, :1, he poured tint the whisky, "of
one kind tit. another. This, sir, is
the dew of heaven. Ynu'It never limit
Ode for tipple. Mr. Gannon, When
1 place othis before you I show you
the grt9itest compliment in my
power. Fielii.v me, it is most precious
dear gin for it is the essence of Ire.
land. F:ach drop a tinted db111101111.
Your health, Air. Gannon."
"Thank you, Mr. Moore. thank
you," replied the clerk in flattered
tone, raising his gloss to his mouth. ,
But the first swallow of the fiery .
liquid sent him into such a paroxystn
of coughing that. Moore felt compel-
aal to slap him on the back hastily.
"That's the way to drink sueh
whisky," said the poet, approvingly.
"It makes it last longer."
"Fr--et•----a hem," replied the derk.
taking advantage of Moore's own int -
biding to empty the contents of his
glass over Ms shoulder unperceived
by his host, Buster, being at this
pan hailer moment just behitul the
little clerk, received the whisky full ,
in the face, and feeling compelled on
his master's account to resist the bel•
ligerent impulse whichdemanded
should obtain immediate satisfaction
front the elitist, of his diaeornfiture
he Sought with a smothered oath the
seclusion of the stairs, an exile into
which he was immediately followed
by the bulldog.
•, "What ails the lad?" asked IVloore
in astonishment. "I wonder if he
isn't weil?"
"Ahren—er—Mr. Moore," began the
"VI 111. Wink IS 0,51 worthy," an-
,worod Mr. Gannon, "but who are
you 7"
4,41'1 quite-- know," faltered
Moore, stunned by the sudden cast -
Mat down of hi-• so recently rallied
-Ahern ao• .,,a .ner doe$ any ono
" eontinued the elerk. pitilessly. i
"Mr. McDermot bade me say that- to ti
obtain suecess at the present time a s
book must be dedicated to some great (
figure of fashion,"
"But I know none, sir," replied the
diaconsMate miet, sinking limply back f
nn Ms stont. "I know mine, sir."
". so — er—er --ahem,— Mr, b
meore," said Mr. Gannon, gravely, B
"You know none; none knows you, so a
here is your .poetry."
As he spoke- he drew a bundle of
manuscript front his coat-tail pocket c
and tossed it contemptuously upon t
the table.
about to break down comftletell014
controlling himself *eh a gteat,let‘'
fort. he dashed his t•estrafrO h1
eyes with the back of his bind. 'TeN
as he turned his eye feU upon the
manuscript lying on the table *there
it had been thrown by the carelese,
hand of /dr. Gannon.
"You are there..areyou?" he cried. '
seizing it roughly. "You tempted sn
from beautiful Ireland --you lured um, .1
here to this heartless, cruel London
with a thousand sweet promisee ot
hope and love and fame. Yoleve
tricked me. You brought me hire to
starve—to die ---to fail. Then, damn
you, I'm through with you foreVer."
He hurled the written book to the
floor and groped his way to the
window, blinded with the tears he
would not shed. The golden and
salmon hued glory of the sunset,
painting the spires and house tops
with a theme -old shades of flame, fell
full upon his hopeless head, and „
conscious of the horrible mockery of
such a halo at s time when only dark-
ness and desetiir seemed to surround
his existence the noel- fellow buried
his ea, in hie arms on the window-
sill mei s Mhnd like a beaten child.
Aftee wail, when the final bit-
terness r let orief and disappoint-
ment had teisstel he left the window.
As he iteaseed the room his eyes fell
upon thr, -e eared ttecoes. which lay on
the fleet- bathed in the crimson and
yellow riot of a sunbeam. He stood
for a moment as though transfixed,
11„.„ rjaesre, filled with a sudden
vulion of feeling he knelet and
r'• ,erttlUSI`ript to his breast
with a little ery.
"N, rm." he murmured brokenly,
,1 didn't mein it. I didn't mean it,
ter such tie ••••.e are you're all I have."
Wates atee wienerj the door a
ew moments later he found his mas-
er sitting, in his favorite arm -chair
n free f the ft -enlace in which
iekered a tiny fire, lighted for the
iike cf. its chet•ring influence as the
hill tit fall was still at least a month
way.
"Well. sir?" asked the lad, hope-
ully. "Did he take 'em?"
"No, Buster. he came to bring diem
aek, replied Moore, quite calmly.
ester made a remark as exprewve
s it was profane, which is saying
uch.
"Well, blow 'is hugly face!" he
ried, in righteous indignation. "Hall
hat fuss hand then 'ands 'em back?"
"He did, Buster."
Good dar. sir, gouth day. er-ser--
ahens—Mr. Moore."
And swelling out his chest with
the importance properly attached to
the person of the bearer of bad news,
Ude Mr. Gannon sauntered leisurely
tail of the attic.
For moment Moore sat motionless
anti dumb, striving to comprehend
that the sudden downfall of his hopes
was real. So quickly had he found
himself robbed of the triumph which
seemed alniost in his grasp that the
events of the last few moments were
temporarily blurred and blotted in
his mind as the fanciful weavings of
a slumbering brain often are when
consciousness is rudely restored to
the sleeper and memory seeks to re-
call the dream.
"Done again." he murmured, soft-
ly. "Done again,"
Suddenly a great sob shook his
frame but he manfully choked back
the others which would have follow-
ed it,
"My courage it gone al last," he
whispered. as though he were not
alone, "I'm beaten --I'm beaten. Oh,
it ie bitter. All my bright hopes
Were conjured up but to fade. A
glimpse of Paradise shown to me,
/IA then t.his attic again. Ah, Bessie,
Beasie, my heart is broken this day."
For a second he seemed as though
The great majority of employees
in the Spanish toy factories are Wo-
men -
About 471 per rent, of the 4,000
students at Columbia University are
women.
There are tnore than 750,000 women
school teachers in the United States,
It is now possible for women to
study and receive degrees at 'Yale
University,
Co-eds at the University of Pitts-
burgh have voted unanimously for
self-government.
Instead of blasting powder a
Georgia quarry is using compressed
air to splits granite.
(Continued next week.)
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