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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, SATURDAY, JUNE 28, 1919.
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The Great Unrest
"It is a law of the human mind that every great war is followed by a period of social unrest," :says the Christian Science Monitor. "It is not "scientifically-law, but it gets its apparent indorsement from the suggestive insistence of material reasoning. If you ask why this should
be, the reply given is an exceedingly simple and apparently conclusive one. The dislocation of trade has caused prices to soar, the disbandment of armies has flooded the labor market, the temporary depletion of industries has produced a shortage of manufactures, and so ad infinitum Of course this is only a very roundabout way of saying that the human mind itself has been in the wars, and in consequence is suffering from confusion bordering upon chaos. But the human mind always prefers groping its way through a maze to following the high road, and so it of f ers twenty material explanations of an obvious metaphysical fact. "It is a curious fact, however, of which notice might be taken by the world, if the world were not. too matter-sodden to be capable of so doing,
that in spite of all the warnings of history no
government ever really prepares for what has come to be called the period of reconstruction. It was just the same when the hundred years of war waged by Richelieu, by Mazarin, and by the grand Louis for the predominance of French ideals in Europe had been brought to a close by the peace of Utrecht. No one then but that sublime rascal Cartouche seemed- to know how to take advantage of the conditions obtaining. A century later, after Waterloo, it was once more precisely the same. No comprehensive effort had ben prepared to deal with the prophesied disor
ganization and distress, so that recourse was toj
' the primitive methods of Peterloos. Another hundred years passes, and so it is again today. The press, the platform, and the soap box have showered warnings, advice, and even threats upon the governments of the world, with just about as much effect as if they had been talking to the Seven Sleepers or those eminent reactionaries Louis, Castlereagh, and Metternich.
ful or unsuccessful in exact proportion to the ignorance and materiality of his medium, and the senile efforts made by his opponents to discredit every form of advanced thought, desirable or undesirable, by confusing it with the latest bugbear. The way to crush bolshevism is, obviously, to expose exactly what it is, not to drive it under the surface or, worse still, to induce people to believe that some merely idiotic phase of human foolishness is the jjroduct of the fanatical and unbalanced mentality of Lenine. "The natural way out of the whole difficulty
is to recognize, the. facts." The world does not
stand where it did before Armageddon, and there is no use pretending that it does. No doubt the Roman Catholic Bishop of Norwich, lance in rest, riding down the" rebellious peasants at North Walsham, regarded those starveling serfs very much as the Bolsheviki are regarded by the forces of reaction today. And he too had, in their mur
derous doings, his excuse. The madness of revenge always follows the madness of misgovernment. At the same time the unrest of today is no more caused by Lenine or Trotzky than the unrest of the fourteenth, century was caused by Ball or Tyler, Langland or Grindecobbe. The one like the other resulted from a sudden awakening of the human consciousness to a clearer sense of
liberty, for which it was as unprepared in England when Richard was King as it was in Russia
when Nicholas was Tzar. "The day of sitting on the safety valve is past and done with. Society, as constituted in 1914, has played its part. The world of tomorrow is a world in which Capital and Labor will be partners, or else a world in which there will be trouble. The unrest from Vancouver to Peking is not coordinated by man nor is it the result of an in
triguing bolshevism. It is Labor demanding the things it believes it is entitled to, and demanding them in the attitude and temper it has been bred to in its native countries. But, whatever the one, the demand is insistent and universal, and in its very completeness carries its warning. In such
conditions authority must move with wisdom and with justice. Those are the only two attributes which can work out a peaceable agreement. Authority which shuts its ears to concession will be met with disorder. That is the temper of the occasion, because in concession alone Labor can
read what to it is justice. Let anybody talk with the representatives of Labor, anywhere in the world today, and then record his impressions. They will be found to tally, whether in London or New York, whether in Paris or in Winnipeg. "The moral of all this is very simple. It is that effects are never cause. Consequently the unrest of today is not caused by bolshevism, or trades-union, or profiteering, or diclocation of trade or any of these things, all of which are effects. It is caused by the action of the principle
Condensed Classics of Famous Authors
HAWTHORNE Nathaniel Hawthorne. American writer, was born In Salem. Mass., July 4, 1804. Hla earliest boyhood days were spent In Salem, but when he was 14 years old, the family moved to Maine. Here the young- lad continued the solitary walks of which he was so fond, but in the wilderness, Instead . of the narrow streets of Salem. Even
at this early date he had acquired a taste for writing-, and carried a little blank book in which he Jotted down his notes. .
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After a year In Maine. Hawthorn returned to Salem to prepare for coi-lea-e. He amused himself by publishing; a manuscript periodical, and at times speculated upon the profession he would follow in the future. He wrote to his mother, "I do not want to be a doctor, and live by men's diseases, nor a minister to live by their sins, nor a lawyer to live by their quarrels. So I don't see that there is anything: left for me but to be an author. How would you like, some day, to see a whole-shelf full of books written by your son with "Hawthorne's Works' printed on their backs?" For some years Hawthorne lived "in Concord, Mass., in the old Manse, and wrote "Mosses from an Old Manse," "Twice Told Tales" and "Grandfather's Chair." He Joined the Brook Farm colony at West Roxbury but found that the conditions there suited neither his taste or his temperament, and he remained but one year. On a European visit he spent' some time in Italy, and during: his stay there he sketched out one elaborate work, and prepared it for the press while living in Leamington. England. This was "The Marble Faun," the English edition of which was known as "Transformation, or the Romance of Monte Beni."
The sole idea of the Marble Faun is to illustrate the Intellectually and morally awakening power of a sudden, impulsive sin committed by a simple, joyous, instinctive "natural rmn". The whole group of characters Is imagined with a view to the development of this idea. Some other stories of Hawthorne are "The Blithedale Romance." "The Wonder Book.". "The Snow Image." "Septimus Felton" and "The Dolliver Romance," were left unfinished at the author'a death. He died at Plymouth, N. H., on the 19th of May, 1854, and five days later was buried at 31eepy Hollow, a beautiful cemetery at Concord, where he used to walk under the pines when living at the old Manse. Over his grave Is a simple none. Inscribed with the single wori, "Hawthorne."
Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1S04-1S64
own past It was the story of a marriage to be forced upon her from which her soul revolted. . She escaped though not without unjust suspicions of a crime. Concealing her Identity she gave herself to art Then, in the Catacombs, the man whom she loath
ed, half brute, and half religious maniac, had reappeared, dogging her steps and threatening to disclose her to the world, with what catastrophe
the sculptor knew.
As for Hilda and Kenyon. they went forward into happiness, their pure love consecrating all they did. But even as they plighted their troth to one another in the Pantheon before the tomb of Raphael, upon turning around they saw a kneeling figure on the pavement. It was Miriam, who reached out her hands In a blessing, but a blessing which seemed also to repel. As for Donatello, remorse eventually worked its way and when heard of last he was in a dungeon as deep as that beneath the Castle of St Angela Copyright, 1919, by Post Publishing Co. (The Boston Bost). Printed by permission of, and arrangement with, Houghton, Mifflin & Co.. authorized publishers. Published by special arrangement with the McClure Newspaper Syndicate. All rights reserved. "Pilgrim's Progress," the book that has lived for centuries and will live
forever, by John Bunyan. condensed
by Basil King, will be printed Monday.
"THE MARBLE FAUN" ; By NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE (Condensation by Rev. Paul Revere Frothingham)
standing in
"The passing of the centuries has not, how
ever, made the policy of reaction either an advis- rousing the dormant sense of truth in the human
able or a stable one. This may be seen in the 'temper of the masses. Bolshevism is a very different thing from the burning of hayricks, and VVVinnipegs bear no relation at all to Chartist riots. A great unrest is mastering the human mind. It may be observed in its altogether unrelated manifestations, in the Japanese boycott in China, the
coal inquiry in London, or the I. W. W. activities j in America. These, perhaps, are indications which 'might have been looked for. But side by side with them are totally unlooked for explosions of the conservative temper, such as the revolt of the actors, the formation of the middle class union, the strike of priests at Loretto. Nor is this by any manner of means all. Every one who understands history knows that the whole condition-of the world is approximating to that which ushered in the Renaissance was a European movement. The unrest of today is a world movement. " "A great effort is being made to show that
this unrest i3 all the result of a specific mesmerism labeled bolshevism. But this is putting the
cart before the horse. That bolshevism is rces
ltieric there seems no reason to doubt, but bol
shevism is also an effect, and never cause. Bol
shevisnVin short, is the result of the unsettling
of the human mind by the Armageddon, acting
on the essentially emotional and uneducated men
tality of the Slav. It is exactly this that makes
it mesmeric, for the emotional mentality,, unused to scientific thinking, and so to protect itself, is swept off its feet and hurried into excess in a way impossible with a mentality trained to hard reasoning. And this is where the intellectual is - caught as easily as the uneducated. Of course, the anarchist everywhere has striven to adapt bolshevism to his purpose. He has been success-
consciousness. In such circumstances the evil of
the human mind rises to the surface as it did in the Renaissance, when all the lust of the flesh
combined to fight against spiritual understand-
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POINTED PARAGRAPHS
FINE CHANCE FOR W. J. B.
New York Telegraph.
Hsu Shih Chang, president of China, doesn't fancy hi3
job, would like to quit and says anybody that wants to can be president, as far as he is concerned. No second
or third term bug is bothering H. S. C.
THAT'S BETTING ON SURE THING Baltimore American. A Philadelphia lawyer, 67 years old, walked from his home to Oyster Bay, where he visited the grave of Colonel
Roosevelt. And we're willing to wager he beat the mails i sometimes display
over, at that.
Four individuals were
the sculpture gallery of the capitol at Rome. Three of them were artists, and they had been simultaneously struck by a resemblance between one of the antique statues and a young Italian, the fourth member of their party. "You must confess, Kenyon," said a dark-eyed young woman, whom her friends called Miriam, "that you never chiselled out of the marble a more vivid likeness than this. Our friend Donatello is the very Faun of Praxiteles. Is it not true, Hilda?" "Not quite almost yes,. I really think so," replied Hilda, a slender
New England girl whose perception
of form was singularly clear.
"Donatello, said Miriam, you are
a veritable Faun. Shake aside those brown curls and let us see whether this resemblance includes furry ears."
No, no! dearest Signorina," answered Donatello, "you must take my ears for granted," and he lightly tripped beyond the reach of her extended hand, only a moment later to come close to her and look into her face with appealing affection. "You have bewitched the poor lad," said the sculptor laughing, "That 1b a way of yours. I see another of your followers behind yon pillar, and his presence has aroused Donatello's wrath." , They had emerged from the palace, and there, partly concealed by a pillar in the portico, stood the wild figure of a bearded man. "Miriam," whispered Hilda, "it is your model." Miriam's model, as Hilda called him, had suddenly appeared a few weeks previously when the four friends were visiting one of the Catacombs. In the dark depths of the earth, and amid the labyrinth of pass
ageways, Miriam had been lost. Guid
ed by the Bhouts of the others she had finally reappeared accompanied by this strange and uncouth creature.
And from that time on he continued constantly to haunt her footsteps, disappearing perhaps for days only to return and glide like a shadow into her
are. What hold he had on her or she on him remained unknown, enhancing the mystery, already deep, which hung about this beautiful woman. One of Miriam's friends took the matter sadly to heart. This was the light-hearted, faun-like Italian count, who seemed such a child of nature. He cherished against the mysterious stranger one of those instinctive antipathies which the lower animals
Dinner Stories
"You sign this deed of your own
free will, do you, madame?" asked
the lawyer.
"What do you mean by that?" demanded the large, florid faced woman, looking threateningly upon the lawyer.
t mean were nas been no com
pulsion on the part of your husband Hat there?"
"HIm7" she ejaculated, turning to look at the little meek . man sitting behind her. "Frederick? I'd like to
see him compulse me."
Good Evening BY ROY K. MOULTON
A man with much civic pride died in Michigan last week and left all he had to the city. AU he had was a wife and nine children.
Judging by the divorce records, the
average marriage certificates Is only
a scrap of paper. Some scrap.
PERHAPSI I wonder What the old mountebanks: , Chaucer, Catullus, Boccaccio, Balzac, Ad inflinltum Would say If they knew That these modern word-mongers Were cutting up indifferent prose Into odd lengths Like this And sending it to yon And getting .it printed? I rather imagine They would be green with envy. L. T. H. If we can hang on Ju&t a little bit longer maybe the Old Wolf will be foiled. Dog-biscuits have dropped 6 cents a box. Next perhaps will be- a drop in cockroach paste, and finally it will get around to the more or less human family. How many girls in the position of Gloria, with the alternative of love in a four-room flat, with the man she loves, or luxury in a mansion with every material desire satisfied, with a man she does not love, decides rightly, and really finds what every woman wants? Movie Problem. J. F. Grouch and family are sepnding a few weeks at Mount Pleasant White Mountain (N. H.) Echo.
PAY LARGE TAX
EVIDENTLY HE'S IN NO HURRY Detroit News. A report from Holland says the Kaiser will go back to Germany as soon as the peace treaty is signed. Age, however, may interfere if he waits that long.
NO WELCOME SIGN OUT FOR HIM Indianapolis Star. Borah threatens to bolt the Republican party and Democrats are nervous lest he might take a notion to go in their direction.
KNOWS NOBODY READS THAT Houston Post. Senator Borah is shamming when he asserts that he wants the terms of the peace treaty made public. If he wanted the people to have the details, why did he have the treaty published in the Congressional Record?
Farm Labor
From the Indianapolis News. A SEYMOUR dispatch to the News says farmers are offering from $5 to $7 a day for male help. A few have raised the price to $8 a day, this in addition te board, lodging and laundry work Such stories tend to make the old time harvest "hand" forsake his job in the city and go j back, to the farm. Just to see what change, time has made. Not many years ago the standard wage for . farm workers ran from $20 to $30 f a month besides board, laundry work and lodging. The lodging frequently meant a hard bed in the attio or a little room under the eaves. TVaees were small and comforts were in proportion. The
farm worker began his, labors at daylight and he quit hen the light failed. About the only thing he did re
ceive in great quantities was food. The farmer's wife
-irhiTnr on tha calendar then, and pie for
tuu&cu - breakfast was as common as chicken for dinner. When
harvest time came and some extra aid was needed It was - a Sffl.ll 1
, an easy task to pick up toe workers, xurea mio uae wax-
vest fields by the big wages of $1.50 a day. Of course, the regular employes resented the idea of paying the temporary workers so much more money than the usual scale but the wheat had to be cut, shocked and then
thrashed and the farmer naturally had to offer enough
to get such labor as was necessary to handle the crop. And now farmers are offering from 55 to $8 a day!
In the old days $5 was enough to hire a farm worker for
a week. But the old days have passed and the problem
now is not only that of keeping the boys on the farm but also of Retting enough extra labor to save the orops. The
extra help can not be obtained unless fancy wages are
paid. General wages, whether one is a plumber, carpenter, toolmaker or what not, have gone' so high that the farm offer is not out of keeping. It merely seems astonishing when one compares it with the rates of pay given a few years ago. For steady work the farmer of today would not offer V or 1 8 a day, but he is willing to pay what he may deem unreasonable if he can get enough temporary and Immediate assistance to save the wheat crop.
In the Medici Gardens the unwel
come creature had appeared amons:
i the trees just as Donatello was de
claring his love for Miriam. "I hate
him, muttered Donatello as he caught sight of the sinister figure. "Be satisfied; I hate him too." said Miriam.
Whereupon Donatello had offered to
clutch him by the throat, that they might be rid of him forever; and the woman had difficulty in restraining the gentle youth, whose hitherto light-hearted nature seemed suddenly
sunusea wun rage.
But it was otherwise a few nia-hts
later on a moonlight ramble that a company of artists were enjoying among the ruins of old Rome. The
four friends were of the party, which, after visiting many places, climbed the Capitoline Hill and stood on the Tarpeian Rock. It was bordered by a low parapet. They all bent over the railing and looked down. Miriam and
Donatello stood together gazing into tha moonlit depths. They were so absorbed with the scene and with each other that they did not notice the departure of their friends. Hilda had gone off with Kenyon. who had drawn her quietly away, and the others had departed in twos and threes, leaving Miriam behind alone with the Italian. But not entirely alone. Hilda had gone but a short way with the sculptor when she missed her friend and turned back. She reached the paved courtyard with the parapet just in time to witness unnoticed a tragic scene. Out of the shadows the familiar figure of Miriam's persecutor had appeared and approached her. There was a struggle beginning and ending in one breathless instant. Along with it was a loud, fearful crv which
The last words struck Miriam like
a bullet Had her eyes indeed pro
voked, or assented to this deed? She had not known it. But, alas! thinking back she could not deny that a wild joy had flamed up In her heart
when she saw her persecutor in mortal peril. Yes, Donatello's had been the hand; but hers bad been the look, except for which the hand had not been lifted. She turned to her fellow-criminal, the youth so lately Innocent, whom she had drawn into her doom, and pressed him close, close to her bosom, with a clinging embrace that brought their hearts together. "Yes, Donatello, you speak the truth," said she.
My heart consented. The deed
knots us together like the coil of a
serpent." They threw one glance at the heap of death below to assure themselves that it was not all a dream, then turned from the fatal
precipice and made their way back into the city arm in arm and heart in heart. An agreement had been entered into before the moonlight tragedy had taken place that the four friends should meet next morning in the Church of the Capuchins to study together Guido's famous picture of St. Michael and Satan. Thither at the hour agreed upon Miriam and Donatello turned their steps. Conscious of secret guilt,
they were the more anxious to keep a casual engagement. But, when they drew near the church. Kenyon alone was waiting for them. Hilda had promised to be of the party, but she
was not there. The three pushed
back the heavy curtain and entered
the nave, only to have their gaze ar
rested at once by a conspicuous object. On a slightly elevated bier lay the body of a dead monk, tall candles burning at his head and feet. The rigid figure was clad in the brown woolen frock of the Capuchins, with the hood drawn over the head but so
as to leave the features uncovered.
Something seemed to act like a mag
net upon Miriam. She passed between
two of the lighted candles and looked
down. "My God!" she murmured,
"what Is this?" She grasped Donatello's hand and felt him give a con
vulsive shudder. No wonder that
their blood curdled. The dead face of
the monk gazing at them beneath its
half-closed eyelids was the same vis
age that had glared upon their naked
souls the night before as Donatello
had flung him over the precipice
What did it mean? Kenyon drew near, preceived their agitation, and
started to say something. But Miriam laid her finger to her lips and quietly said, "Hush." From the shadowy church the three emerged into the Roman sunlight, Kenyon to go in
search of Hilda, but leaving a darkerl
shadow still to settle down upon the lovers. The young Italian was petrified with horror. Miriam tried to cheer him, assuring him of her undying love. But she met with no response. They parted, almost as strangers, it being agreed that Donatello should seek his castle in the mountains. Thither, in the summer, Kenyon went to pay a long-planned visit. He found the poor faun sadly changed. The idea of a life-long penance had taken firm possession of Donatello. He was intent on finding some meth
od of self-torture. Kenyon, knowing now something of what had happened, arranged with Miriam that she should be in the public square of Perugia on a specified day, near the statue of Pope Julius. There the lovers met again. The sense of their mutual crime had stunned, but not .destroyed the youth's affection. They needed one another. Kenyon cheered and encouraged them. Their two lives flowed together and the great bronze statue of the Pope, his hand outstretched in a papal benediction, beneath which they had met, appeared to Impart a blessing on their marriage. So Kenyon went back to Rome to woo the gentle Hilda, whose sensitive soul was burdened by the knowledge of the awful guilt of her friends. The secret weighed upon her heavily. She sought the seclusion of great churches, and at last. Protestant though she was, she found relief by pouring out
in the confessional at St. Peter's the
This story refers to Walker D.j OTTAWA. Ont, June 28. TwentyHines, new director general of the j four wealthy Canadian residents paid railroads. lone-seventh of the total Income tax
collected by the Dominion up to May
1, according to official figures prepared for the house of commons.
Apropos of Mr. McAdoo's message
to the traveling public printed on the back of the menu card, the waiter observed to a patron:
"Mr. McAdoo done left his railroad
job and ain't here no more."
"He's in de movin' picture business.
sir."
"I hear Mr. Heinz is now our boss.
Dey say it's Heinz, de fifty-seven
pickle man."
Little Geoffrey had been very much
appointed at Christmas time. -He had asked SantaClaus for a drum and a whistle, but his father had counter
manded the order, as he had no wish to be driven mad with noise.
But things changed later. "My mother is coming to stay with
us, said Geoffrey s mother.
"Oh, is she?" said Geoffrey's father. Then turning to the child, he said: Look here, sonny, you wanted a
drum and a whistle, didn't you? You
shall have them tomorrow."
Memories of Old Days In This Paper Ten Years Ago Today
The city light plant, it was announced, was rapidly paying its debt
The school board purchased the Eleanor Smith music books for tha public school upon the advice of Music Director Will' W. Earhart. The school board ordered fire escapes for five school buildings in the city.. .- Newspaper men of Richmond practiced for the baseball game to be staged between the newspaper men and the lawyers of the city.
OLD SORES, PILES, BURNS' AND SCALDS HEAL VERY QUICKLY Thistlethwaite's Six Drug Stores sell an ointment called San Cura that does do anything it is advertised to do or money back. Thos. F. McCauley, Cooperstown. Pa., cut his finger; blood poison set In; arm swelled terribly; friends despaired; said arm must come off. San Cura Ointment drew out water and dark pus; agony ceased; arm and
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MEXICANS AT FAIR
(By Associated Press)
DALLAS, Tex., June 28. In expec
tation that the Mexican federal government for the first time will be rep
resented at the Texas Victory fair
here in October, the fair board has re
served 20,000 square feet of floor space for an exhibit from that country. Mexican Consul Flores of Dallas, who transmitted to his government the invitation for an exhibit, expressed belief that his country would send an extensive exhibit
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quivered upward through the air and 'story of the crime that she had wit
sana quivering downward to the earth. Then a silence! Poor Hilda saw the whole quick passage of a deed which took but that little time to grave itself in the eternal adamant. -- She turned and fled unseen, and the lovers were Indeed alone. ; "What have you done?" said Miriam in a horror-stricken whisper, v "I did what ought to be done to a traitor," Dontaello replied; "what your eyes bade me do as I held the wretch over the precipice."
nessed.
But for Miriam and Donatello the end was not yet reached. The sense of sin had awakened In the faun-ilke youth what human love could not assuage. Miriam could not rid him of the idea that he must surrender himself to justice. Kenyon had glimpses of the pair, now taking part in revelries, but . again concealed behind habiliments of woe. In a desolate spot In the Campagna Miriam at last
disclosed the mystery surrounding her
THE GEORGE MATTHEW ADAMS DAILY TALK OVERLOOKING THINGS It is only the things that we pay attention to that disturb or build us. If your mind centers upon everything that is helpful to you and to other people, then for you and others there is going to be a happy accord and a co-operative feeling of workmanship that will always mean concord. But if you try to find fault, if you seek out just the things that you know are going to displease you and are going to make other people unhappy, then this world won't be very attractive to you. V The art of overlooking things is very tine and wonderful. And few there are who know it well. I often think of the story of a very great mayor In one of the largest cities in the world. In great cities the parks are not always as free to children as they ought to be. In this city there were a lot of signs, warning everybody to "keep off the grass." But this mayor told his policemen to look the other way when they saw children' playing upon the grass. Nearly always when we overlook something we see something else very beautiful and wonderful beyond. . It's an Inspiring thing to climb a mountain. It may not be very beautiful on the way up to the top it takes your wind; sometimes you slip and bruise yourself, scratch your hands, and things like that; but oh, when you get to the top, you see a world beyond! It's that way with a person's character. When you look It all right In the face you Bee lots of things that sort ofruffle you. but when you take the character as a wholeoverlooking many things you keep discovering fascinating and compelling qualities that keep pulling open the doors leading to your love of the right and big in that character. And, before you know it you have a wonderful friend. It is a great thing to overlook some things. Life, alter all. Is pretty much of a compromise. . - So, If you haven't learned this wonderful art of overlooking many things, start learning it today.