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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-'BELEGRAM, WEDNESDAY, SEPT. 10, 1919.
THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM
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Who Won the War? The real victor of the World War will be ths nation that most quickly readjusts its national life to a peace basis to enjoy the fruits of conditions created by the removal of the sinister influence of militarism. The confusion and unrest occasioned by the war and the drafting of the peace treaty are not normal nor beneficial to the happiness of mankind. They must be eliminated. The nation possessing the genius of establishing order, of adapting its institutions to the new spirit, of adjusting jarring elements and of eliminating friction will be the first 'one to have really won the war. It will be able to take advantage of the opportunity of expansion and betterment and of forging ahead while the other nations are still in the process of readjustment and reconstruction. During the war the United States astounded the world by its genius for organization and its masterly methods of production. The development of our army into a fighting body was one of the marvels of the conflict. The wonderful achievements of our service of supply are still receiving praise from our allies. Let the United States concentrate its whole thought on the problems that are now perplexing our nation, let its citizens maintain the spirit that won the war and apply it to present conditions, and nothing can check their solution nor prevent us from reaping the fine fruits of the overthrow of kaiserism. A people that carved a nation out of a wilderness and successfully conquered every domestic problem in the past, possesses the inherent qualities of strength which will not quail before new obstacles. We should be one of the first nations to emerge from the transition period into the new era.
of food, but the lifting of the blockade has permitted the German government to obtain the supplies necessary for the alleviation of this misery. Isolated cases of starvation may be found, but those are to be found everywhere. Hardly a large city in the United States where some families are not near the starvation line, even in an era of high wages and steady employment. Before we accept unreservedly the stories of starvation sent out from Germany, we must weigh carefully the reports of our correspondents who found conditions far from perilous, a fact which our returned, doughboys substantiate fully. Viereck is trying to make money on the side. For every dollar sent him, he exacts his share of the profits in handling the foodstuffs. New York papers who have investigated the scheme say the entire department is organized on a commercial basis. Charitably inclined persons will serve themselves by ignoring Viereck's appeal.
Viereck Again George Sylvester Viereck's activities before and during the war in behalf of Germany still are fresh in our memory. Editor of the "Fatherland", a violently pro-German organ prior to the war and later changed to "Viereck's American Monthly," he was rightly considered a tool of the Pan-German party. Some of the methods employed in the last five years to make money came in for deserved censure. Here's his latest scheme. In heart-touching
terms Viereck pictures the, misery and starvation of the German people. He appeals to citizens of German origin to help their starving relatives in Germany. Through the "Feed Germany Department" of his corporation, Viereck says he has made arrangements to get supplies to the sufferers. Packages of foodstuff costing from $15 to $39 each will be forwarded. Ostensibly the scheme has a charitable aspect. In reality it is a commercial venture to make money for himself and his company. Viereck is engaging in the business of buying and transporting food as a side line to his editorial work. Investigations made by American correspondents show that the alleged suffering of the German people must be accepted with reservations. In some parts of Germany, the people are in need
The Opening of School The resumption of dass work in our schools suggests that the pupilis bend to their tasks at once, on the theory that you can never "make up" efficiently what you lose by idleness in the early part of the term. . Many pupils believe' they can neglect studying their lessons for four and five weeks and succeed in cramming hard enough to make up for the lost time before the examinations. This is folly. Failure to grasp studies early in the term is almost suicidal as far as good scholarship is concerned. Close attention to instruction and diligent study are the only sure roads to success in school. You may be able to make up part of the work and pass your examinations, but you never can recover the work you slighted. Some pupils believe their companions succeed because they are "bright" and "smart". But often the real reason why they make good grades is because they begin studying when the term opens and do not quit until the last class is dismissed at the end of the term. A pupil of average mentality who pays close attention to the explanations of his teacher and studies his text book carefully will succeed. The beginning of the term is the time to prepare for the good grades. Do not wait two or three weeks before you begin "studying hard". Do it now, and you will not have to "work hard", but day by day will be mastering the hard and knotty points of the course. If you solve each perplexing problem as it arises, you will go through the term without much trouble and vexation.
POINTED PARAGRAPHS
BUT AS HUMORIST HE'S A SCREAM New York World. Mr. Bryan's plan for dividing railroad ownership and control between the nation and the states is worthy of the Peter Pan of politics, the marvelous Boy Orator who never grow up an engaging figure, but hardly a guide in action.
OF COURSE, IF FRIENDS INSIST Chicago Tribune. It is hoped that Judge Lindsey will be as reasonable as Henry Thoreau, who, while resolved not to pay his way out of jail, generously allowed his friends to settle the obligation.
BE THREE YEARS LATE IF IT HAD Minneapolis Tribune. If Brorsen's comet of 1847 is really back on a return visit three years ahead of time, it is a cinch it did not travel on a government-operated railroad.
CINCH HE DOES THE SPEAKERS Washington Post. Wonder if Bill Bryan included Chautauqua yodelers in his higher wage scale.
What Other Editors Say
Condensed Gassics of Famous Authors
DICKENS V. Charles Dickens lived a full life. Acting and editing: took much of his time, but even more Important were his public readings. These started In a modest way, by reading: to Intimata friends an unpublished Christmas story. He was a bornorator and he spoke often at public meetings In support of radical reforms. Gradually the private readings and the public speakings merged Into the public readings. "iar after year he appeared before wildly enthusiastic audiences in England. Ireland and Scotland, but his most ambitious tour was that which began when he landed in Boston In November, 1866. In New England, Mew York, and as far south as Washington, he .was acclaimed as no other author ever has been acclaimed in America. The money rewards were almost irresistible. He received nearly $100,000 above expenses for his American Journey; his farewell English appearances brought him $40,000. But he would not have undertaken them If they had not brought him a keener joy. He loved to be assured of his readers affections. At York a woman who had heard him stopped him on the street and said: "Mr. Dickens, will you let me touch the hand that has filled my house with so many friends?" The Boots at a Dublin Inn asked, "What sort of a house?" "Capital," answered Dickens. "The Lord be praised for the honor of Dublin!" cried the lad. Tributes such as these means more to him than money. The excitement and fatigue shortened his life, but he could not resist the Joy of standing face to face with the thousands who loved him for the sheer happiness he had brought into their lives.
FISHING RIGHTS IN WATERS BETWEEN U. S. AND CANADA SAFEGUARDED BY NEW TREATY)
OUR MUTUAL FRIEND BY CHARLES DICKENS Condensation by Alfred S. Clark
IN SEARCH OF STRAYED SHEEP From the Indianapolis Star. OVER in Ohio an interesting experiment is going on in an effort to gather up the lost communicants of a certain diocese of the Episcopal church. Miss Elizabeth Matthews, an enterprising woman of Glendale in that state, ignoring the "ninety and nine" or their equivalent, that are safely in the shadow of the fold, set out to round up the sheep that had strayed. Instead of one, however, there were 5,000 of them belonging to that particular diocese, and obviously the Glendale lady could not emulate the shepherd of the hymn by following each individual "stray" into the "mountains wild and bare" of Ohio. She tried, or rather, is trying a more modern and m.'re practical plan. She is advertising in several Ohio newspapers for "5,000 lost Episcopalians." The returns are not yet sufficient to show whether or not the lost sheep will "come gadderin' in," but the problem of getting in touch with scattered members has been much considered recently by authorities of this church and the undertaking of Miss Matthews is being watched with interest. It is not the understanding that these "lost" communicants have wandered from the straight and narrow path but that they havv drifted into other religions, where
perhaps thero is no church of their denomination in other words, have become isolated and it is the purpose to keep trace of these wanderers. The membrship of the Episcopal church is not as large a3 that of several other denominations and it would be a comparatively easy matter to maintain communication with those who remove from a given diocese, but it would, it is to be feared, be a gigantic task to round yp Methodists and Baptists who have strayed from theirVriginal folds. There is not the same danger, however, of members of these sects becoming "isolated," since there are tew settled communities in the United States where their churches are not to be found. At the same time.
it must bo admitted that Mehodis and Baptist sheep do sometimes stray and neglect to return to the fold of their own accord. It would be interesting to see what newspaper advertising would do for them.
ACTORS' STRIKE ENDED
From the Indianapolis News. Inasmuch as both sides in the actors' and managers' controversy have expressed themselves as thoroughly satisfied with the settlement, the public need not worry much about the affair. Certainly, the actors have reason to felicitate themselves with the agreement. They receive all that they asked for in the way of pay for rehearsals and extra matinees, and they received "recognition" Tor their organization, something the managers insisted could never be. On the other hand, the managers had contended that the actors were seeking to force a closed
shop, and had fought, talked and written bitterly against auch a possibility. The agreement reached recognizes an open shop policy, with each of the actors' organizations treating on an equal basis with the managers. The most surprising thing about the entire dispute, perhaps, is the way in which the contesting parties have held together. Nobody believed, not even the actors themselves, that the variety of temperaments banded together in the Equity could stick together for an entire month. As a matter of fact, there were large defections In the ranks, but not enough to permit the theaters to be reopened. The managers, too, have not had a much better reputation for close co-operation in a long and bitter struggle. So it is easily understood that both sides are pleased with themselves. The stagehands, too, have reason for satisfaction, as is seems to have been their threat to go out over the country which forced the settlement. In all probability everybody will continue to be happy until the stagehands get into difficulty with the managers at some future time and ask the actors for the co-operation of which they have in the past been the beneficiaries.
A sinister bird of prey Jesse Hexam, crouched in the stem of a dirty rowboat, his eyes fixed upon the broad waters of the Thomas, his arms bare, his hair matted, his clothes mud-begrimed. Twilight deepened the shadows cast by the huddled buildings of London, but his gaze did not swerve. His daughter, a girl of 20, rowing in obedience to his nods, regarded him with fascinated dread. Suddenly he stiffened; the bird of prey had sighted the quarry. A few minutes later behind the boat a body bobbed and lunged. Hexam had found another corpse, the pockets of another drowned soul to riHe. It was this grisly livelihood t,bat was reflected in the frightened ees of Lizzie Hexam. The story Of that find was to be talked about in drawing-rooms; In dingy homes along the waterside and in the comfortable bar of the Six Jolly Fellowship-Porters ; in the musty shop of Mr. Venus where skeletons leaped out of corners as the fire brightened; in Boffin's Bower behind which rose the dust-mounds that had created the Harmon fortune. For the body was identified as that of John Harmon, returning to England to claim a fortune of $500,000 left him by an eccentric
iatner upon condition that he wed a girl whom he had never seen. John Harmon was decreed dead and the fortune came to Nicodemus Boffin. He remained the same unaffected and lovable man he had been in the past when he was foreman in charge of the dust-heaps. They were singularly happy, were Mr. and Mrs. Boffin. Men and women laughed at their oddities but never with malice. Commonplace as they were, there was a sterling worth to them. Eager to atone for his lack of schooling, Mr. Boffin hired Silas Wegg, wooden-legged vendor of sweets and ballads, to read aloud Gibbon's story of Rome. His eyes popped with astonishment as Wegg ploughed stolidly ahead, making sad havoo of Roman names. "I didn't think there was half eo many Scarers in Print," Mr. Boffin muttered sagely. He acquired too a ward and a secretary. Bella Wilfer had been named in the Harmon will as the son's future bride. Her blighted hopes so troubled Mr. Boffin that he installed her in his home, treating her like a beloved daughter. And soon after John Harmon, disappeared, there came into London a mysterious John Rokesmith, who obtained the position of secretary. A secretive man was John Rokesmith, unwilling to speak of his past. Roque Riderhood, former partner and now sworn enemy to Jesse Hexam, set afoot suspicions that Hexam had murdered John Harmon and the law trailed the vulture of the Thames. It found Jesse dangling behind his boat as so many had dangled thero before, swept overboard and caught in his rope. Eugene Wrayburn was one of the trailers and again he looked into the clear eyes of Lizzie Hexam. Lizzie found refuge with Fanny Cleaver, better known as the Doll's Dressmaker, a fantastic little creature with a tongue as sharp as the needle she so incessantly plied. Intruding into Lizzie's life came the love of Bradley Headstone, a morose man, and of Eugene Wrayburn, conscious that she was too far below him for marriage, unwilling to do her harm, end yet unable to resist his longing to be near her. Rejected, Bradley Headstone vowed vengeance upon the man whom he believed responsible. In the Boffin home too unhappiness was brooding. Bella Wilfer, her head turned by wealth, remembering poverty at home, set her
heart upon wedding a rich man and discouraged John Rokesmith. The secretary had other troubles. He was trying to put together the past. He recalled ar voyage, a ship upon which he was known as John Harmon. He remembered coming ashore and going with a mate to the house of Rogue Riderhood. Somewhere was a room where he drank coffee. Then stupefaction, with' gleams of memory concerned with a fight, a slide, cold water swirling about him, a rescue and a decision to test Bella by taking another name. After that the discovery of the mate's body, mistaken for that of John Harmon. Suddenly Mr. Boffin seemed to lose his amiability. He was gruff with his secretary; he turned to stories about
misers. "The more I save, the more you shall have," he said to Bella, but she did not see the cunning look in her eyes. Nor was Silas Wegg aloof from the lust for money. He cast covetous eyes upon the mounds that had made Mr. Boffin "the Golden Dustman." He explored their lowlands and their summits, poking about for treasure. Perhaps there might be another will. He did find a later Harmon will and cherished it as a weapon wherewith he would bleed his benefactor. Lizzie Hexam, frightened by her stone nor Eugene could trace her. Headstone nor Eugene could trace her. But Headstone fancied that Eugene would find her and for weeks he trailed his rival. Eugene was aware of this morose figure that was never far behind him and he took an impish delight In roaming after nightfall through all the four quarters of London. At the same time, matters were approaching a climax with the Boffins. Silas was preparing his trap; Mr. Boffin was daily growing more surly. At last he blazed forth and discharged
John Rokesmith for aspiring to the
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hand of Bella to secure the Harmon fortune. But Bella took the part of
the dismissed secretary and cried bitterly as she recalled the lovable Mr.
Boffin now transformed into this terri
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again the poverty of her childhood home. It did not take John Rokesmith
long to find her and the cherubic Mr. Wilfer felt happily faint when he saw his Bella's head find what seemed a natural resting-place upon John's breast. Meanwhile Eugene had found Lizzie's hiding-place, near Plashwater Weir Mill Lock. Eugene rowed up the river to the hamlet but he did not notice the interested lock-keeper who swung open the gates for him. Nor did he know that a man dressed like the lock-keeper was near, watching
him with baleful eyes. The latter was Bradley Headstone; the gate-keeper was Rogue Riderhood, who was known to hate Eugene. Riderhood puzzled more than a little when he saw Headstone, with murder in his eyes, in clothes precisely like his own. Eugene walked at nightfall with Lizzie by the banks of the river. Headstone could not know that Lizzie had begged Eugene to go away but he saw their lips meet. A shadowy figure kept close to Eugene after that until something seemed suddenly to crash in his head and the stars and with his assailant, there was a scuffle and a splash. Lizzie, tormented by her talk, had not gone to her room. She heard the splash and rushed to the riverbank. When she saw a face in the river, she hurriedly leaped into a boat. No man could have been more skillful with oars. She reached the floating body, caught it by the hair, secured it and screamed for help. Help did not come before she had bound and kissed that face that was so dear to her. Scarred and marred as he was, Eugene struggled back from the borderland of death. He did not expect to recover when he asked Lizzie to marry him, but she was as proud of him when she was made his wife as though he had been standing in full strength by her side instead of lying helplessly in bed. Rogue Riderhood remembered that Headstone had intended him to suffer for the crime. So he announced that he would dog Headstone until he was
paid handsomely. Headstone knew that the scoundrel would trail him forever, as he had trailed Eugene. He walked away without a word, with Riderhood at his heels. He stepped out upon the bridge that held back the Thames and then suddenly caught his tormentor with a grip that could not be shaken. They wrestled back and forth on the brink, steadily nearing the edge. Riverhood tried in vain to draw a knife. He fought, he tried to squirm free from that relentless embrace. At last he went over backward with Headstone gripping him. They found the bodies locked together. In the meantime Silas Wegg tightened his screws upon the hapless Boffin. But the dramatic scene that he had planned did not work out, for there was a later will than the one he had found, giving everything to Mr. Boffin. So Mr. Wegg was suddenly swung out of the house and into a passing scavenger's cart. His wooden leg waved a gyrating farewell as he passed out of the Boffin house. Bella Wilfer had become Bella Rokesmith and there was a wonderful, tiny Bella before she understood Mr. Boffin's 6trange miserliness. Not till
then did she learn that her name was
Bella Harmon and that Mr. Boffin had been troubled by her hardness of heart. So he had decided to try her. He was glad he had done it for it had proved Bella's worth and given her to the man who loved her. And now, although the Harmon fortune had been left by the last will to Mr. Boffin, he resolutely refused to take it He kept only money enough to live comfortably for the rest of his happy days. The magnificence of the new home where Bella was to live impressed even her impressive mother, and the cherubic father wa3 made John's secretary and released from the numbing life that, had been his for many years. But perhaps John and Bella and the Boffins too who were living with them were made happiest by the long visit that they had from Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Wrayburn. Eugene was slowly winning his way back to health and the old effected cynicism had departed. He was prouder of his wife from the 6lums than he was of his own distinguished family and the place in society that had been his. Copyright. 1910, by the Post Publishing Company (The Boston Post). Copyright in the United Kingdom, the Dominions, its Colonies and dependencies, under the copyright act, by the Post Publishing Company. Boston. Mais., U. S. A. All rights reserved. (Published by special arrangement with the McClure Newspaper Syndicate. All rights reserved).
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Left to right: Ronald Lindsay, Sir Douglas Hazen and W. A- Fund. Fishing rights in waters between the U. S. and Canada are saforuarded for the people of both nations by a new treaty recently signed in Washington. The three men who signed the pact for Canada were Ronald Lindsay, counsellor to the Erituh embarsy: Sir Douglas Hazen, chief Justice of the province of New Brunswick, and W. A. Fund, superintendent of Canadian fisheries.
Good Evening BY ROY K. MOULTON
NO WONDER Attorney Miss Jeannette Mills created a furore in the courtroom this morning when she walked in, dressed in a fashionable hat and high-heel shoes. Wheeling (W. Va.) Register.
PRESS TIME MAKES EVERYBODY FEEL THAT WAY Charlie Sanders is just about all in as we go to press. Merciville (Iowa; Banner.
TAKE YOUR CHOICE We don't know how the beds are, but there are two hotels in Point Pleasant, W. Va. John Rock manages one place and Ed Stone manages the other. Cincinnati Enquirer.
J. MITCHELL, FORMER PRESIDENT OF MINE WORKERS, IS DEAD
If Germany wants the crown prince back as emperor, we don't know as wc could wish her any worse luck.
The ballet master in the Paris Opera House says dancing is the greatest aid to matrimony. Yes, and what a dance she generally leads him afterward. It pays to know how. The party who buys 2.75 percent beer has no kick coming.
ANOTHER HOLY WAR The Ladies' Aid Society, first in everything, began the extermination of rats in the church and parsonage last Wednesday. Traps, poison, hot water and good mousers were used, and if the raid isn't effective all theories aro overturned. Mercyville (Iowa) Banner.
Dinner Stories
Arizona Joe, the animal hunter and trainer, was telling an after dinner story. "Old Bill had charge of the animal tent, and among his pets was a leopard. Ho was a bad leopard, too, and gave Bill no end of trouble. One day I went away to arrange some business. While I was having dinner a telegram was handed me. It read: "The leopard has escaped. Prowling about town. What shall I do? Bill. "Bill was one of those fellows who had to have explicit directions to do anything, even in an emergency. He was always afraid of making a mistake. " 'Shoot him on the spot.' I wired. I forgot about the affair until about two hours later, when I returned to the hotel and another telegram was handed me. It proved to be from careful, conscientious BUI, and asked: " 'Which spot?' " George Ade was inveighing bitterly at the Chicago Athletic club against the proposed bachelor tax. "By the way, George," said a broker, "I hear that Blanc eloped last month." "Yes," said the humorist, "so he did. With a rich widow." "How is he taking marriage?" asked the broker. Mr. Ade smiled.
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London's water consumption a day is 269,000,000 gallons.
The Bank of England has the right to sell beer without a license.
NEW YORK, Sept. 10. John Mitchell, former president of the United States Mine Workers of America, and one of the most widely known labor leaders in the United States, died at five o'clock Tuesday afternoon at the Post Graduate hospital. Mr. Mitchell was only 49 years old. Although he underwent an operation ten days ago for the removal of gall stones, his condition had been reported as entirely satisfactory and his death; was wholly unexpected by his friends. Since 1915 Mr. Mitchell had been chairman of the New York state industrial commission. He also served as president of the State Food Commission, chairman of the Federal food board, president of the New York state council of farni3 and markets and as a member of the Federal Milk commission for the Eastern states. While his ofUco was in New York, his home was in Mt. Vernon. Mr. Mitchell was born in Braidwood. 111., Feb. 4. 1S70. the son of Robert and Martha Mitchell. At the age of 11 years he beean work in the coal mines, obtaining his education by rtudying at night. He soon developed an interest in labor problems, and a deep sympathy for workers in the coal mines. FeeliE?: that some time he would become a champion of the laboring man's cause, he began the study of law, but soon gave it up to perfect his knowledge of economics and labor questions. During his strenuous life as a labor leader and organizer, Mr. Mitchell found time to write numerous books on the subject nearest his heart. A mong his works were "Organized Labor. Its Purpose nnd Ideals" and "The Wage Earner and His Problems." Mr. Mitchell is survived by his widow, a daughter Katherine and three sons.
Memories of Old Days
In This Paper Ten Years, j Ago Today
The Reorend H. S. James, appointed pastor of the local United Brethren church, to succeed the Rev. M. Hobson, resigned, arrived in RIch mond. Announcement was made by county officials that the annual grand jury investigation will not be completed until some time next week. Mrs. Elmer McConaha was slightlyburned on her hands while trantferring an electric connection at hep home on North Tenth street. Traction officials made announcement that the improvement of tteel tracks east of Thirteenth street would be started within the next few days.
EXPLOSION INJURES SEVERAL
NEW YORK, Sept, 10. Several persons were injured by broken glass and hundreds of windows were shattered when gases which accumulated under the pavement at Third avenue and Forty-second street caused a scries of explosions today.
196 ENROLLED IN COLLEGE FOR WOMEN
OXFORD, O., Sept. 10. Oxford College for Women opened its eightyninth year this .morning with the largest registration in Its history 196 young women. The opening exercises were unusually auspicious, including several musical numbers by upperclass girls, and a splendid address by the president, Dr. Eleanor N. Adams.
THE GEORGE MATTHEW ADAMS DAILY TALK TOE MASTER TOUCH Have you ever noted the great pianist at his Instrument as he strikes the keys with precision and sureness? He has the Master Touch! He knows and, knowing, puts his entire soul into interpreting what he knows. The Master Touch in all things is the touch of certainty. It matters not whether it is the musician, painter, writer, speaker, or the man at his desk the man with the Master Touch knows his job. And everybody else knows that he knows it, too. For there is character back of the Master Touch. A man has to be serious about the thing he does to acquire this Master Touch. It must be backed by a 100 percent desire. There are always Jobs aplenty open, ready and waiting for the man who knows who uses the tools of talent at his command, as tho he owned them. Watch that executive as he takes up a knotty problem and disposes of it in five minutes it took him 20 years to get that Master Touch of decision! There will always be folks in crowds to laugh at the plodder. But they never laugh at him after he demonstrates to the world the greatness of his Master Touch. "Trifles make perfection but perfection is no trifle!" Never did a saying so aptly express the truth hidden behind the Master Touch. For the very first things to master are the trifles!
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