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 Libati explained. One of the two gunmen that he had selected to help him murder Schemer Bruno, wily leader of the strong North Side gang, had discovered that Bruno was to visit a certain place at ten o'clock the night before. In a parked car across the street, they had lain in wait for him. He came out in a few minutes and just as they were ready to fire, another car had run through the street, obscuring their human target for a moment. When their opportunity finally came, he was walking rapidly toward his car. They had all fired a volley at him and then fled in their car, before his friends inside the saloon could pile out and make the gun fight two-sided.

"All three of you put a rod on him?" demanded Tony.

"Yeah."

"And all three of you missed?"

"I—guess so. The papers this morning says he wasn't hit by this ‘mysterious attack!’"

“Well, what a fine lot of gat-packers you are,” snarled Tony in disgust. "Why, I could throw a gat at a guy and hit him with it Why in hell didn't you finish the job?"

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 s'pose you didn't know that if you missed, Bruno was sure to know who was behind the attack and set all his gorillas on my trail. . . . Listen, Steve, there's two kinds of guys that this mob ain't big enough to hold—those that can't obey orders and those that won't obey orders. And I think both counts fit you."

Libati flushed slowly until his swarthy complexion had turned a sort of dull purple. And his shifty black eyes had taken on a glittering menace.

"I—don't think I get you," he said slowly, and his lips compressed into a thin, hard line.

"No? Well, I'll put it plainer, so plain that even you can get it. Either you and the men you picked to help you get Bruno are no good or you sold out to the enemy and missed on purpose."

"Damn you!" gritted Libati, leaping to his feet, his right hand darting for his side coat pocket. But Tony, with the smooth ease and incredible rapidity of the expert, had lifted his automatic from the desk and had it trained on his lieutenant's middle coat button before the man was completely out of the chair.

"Don't pull, you fool!" hissed the leader. "I don't weaken and I don't miss. And you better not let that right mitt of yours get nervous again while

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 you're in my presence. It's only my left arm that's broke, you know," he added with grim humor.

Steve let his gun hand fall to his side, then ostentatiously lifted it to light a cigarette that he had taken from his left hand pocket.

"You've been after my job ever since Johnny left," said Tony. "And you ain't the type to be particular how you got it—or anything else, for that matter. If I was dead, you'd have it, see? That's why it would be so nice for you to have Schemer Bruno still alive so he could get me. Well, I ain't dead yet, Steve, and I don't intend to be for a long time. So I think you're wastin' your valuable time around here waitin' for me to drop off." His voice dropped to the cold, monotonous level of a judge pronouncing sentence. "You and those two mugs who was with you last night are through with this mob."

"Don't talk foolish!" snapped Steve. "You can't fire me out of this mob. Johnny—"

"Johnny's gone. And he left me the boss. There's my authority," lifting the heavy automatic and gazing at it fondly. "From to-day on you don't get a dime out of here and if I hear of you hangin' around here, it's liable to be curtains. You're all through, see? You can either go out

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Rh Through our Lord &c. ''as is said above. Saying Go, the Mass is ended, before the blessing, return to the kneeling newlyweds, and say this Prayer.''

ay the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob be with you all, and himself fulfill him blessing ✠ in you, so that you may see in your children's children, to the third & fourth generations, & afterward, you will have eternal life without end, by the help of our Lord JESUS Christ, who with the Father, and holy Spirit lives, and reigns forever and ever. ℞. Amen.

¶ Having turned to the Altar, and saying the rest of the Mass, that is, May you be pleased, &c., and giving the blessing to the home, and saying the Gospel after, give them this small sermon charging them with Love, Peace, and right treatment of one another: and if this is wanted to be read, say this.


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 like you are or in a hearse, I don't care which."

For a long moment the two men looked into each other's eyes. Tony's were cold, hard, steady; Steve's shifty and blazing with fury. But at last the erstwhile lieutenant turned without a word and strode out of the room. Again Tony had won; permanently this time, it seemed.

Tony's next act was to arrange a bodyguard for himself, an ample one. Then, with a retinue befitting a person of his importance—and danger, he returned to his apartment. From now on he would travel as he was doing now, between two watchful henchmen in the rear seat of a sedan with a steel body and bullet-proof glass while the well-armed chauffeur and the man beside him, as well as the four men following closely in a similar car maintained a constant vigil in every direction for suspicious automobiles or people.

Tony entered his luxurious apartment briskly, his hard eyes glinting with anger. There were a lot of things he wanted to ask Jane, the notorious "Gun Girl" who, recently, had been living with him.

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 trance, then her eyes widened in shocked amazement as she noted his appearance.

"Why, Tony!" she exclaimed. "What's happened?"

"A lot you care! " he growled. "I go around the corner to put the car away and don't come back till the next day and you look as if you hadn't even wondered what kept me."

"But I have wondered, Tony. I've been terribly anxious. But I supposed that you knew your own business and I thought you might resent my butting into your affairs."

"Yeah? Well, the Bruno mob tried to take me for a ride last night. And I think you knew they were goin' to."

"Tony!" The girl's face had gone deathly white and her eyes were glittering. "How can you say—"

"Who was that dame at the cabaret last night, the good-lookin' moll in white with that dark mug in a dress suit?"

"I—I don't know."

"Yes, you do. I pointed her out to you and I could see in your eyes that you knew her." He went close to her, caught her arm in a vise-like

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 grip and twisted cruelly. "Who was she?" he rasped.

"She's—a gun girl," panted Jane finally. "Schemer Bruno's moll."

"So that's it, eh?" He released Jane's arm and stepped back, gazing down at her with sneering contempt.

"Was that Bruno with her?"

"Yes."

"God! If I'd only known that," gritted the gang leader, murder in his eyes. "And you knew it all the time and wouldn't tell me."

"No. If I had, you'd have tried to bump him off right there. And you would have either been killed by some of his mob—he always has a bodyguard with him—or been pinched by the cops and tried for the job."

"Humph! Don't make me laugh! They couldn't hang anything on me in this town."

"Don't be too sure! Bootlegging's one thing; murder's another."

"What made you want to leave right away when you saw her and Bruno?"

"I—was afraid they might be going to try to pull something. I wanted to get home—to get out of their reach."

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 “Humph! Looks to me like you were more afraid of your own hide than mine.”

"What if I didn't want to get bumped off?" demanded the girl, a trace of her usual defiant assurance returning. "Nobody wants to croak at my age. But I was worried about you, too, Tony," she continued hurriedly as she saw the storm clouds gathering in his face. “Haven't I tried for days to make you fix a bodyguard for yourself?”

Tony considered, realizing the truth of that. She had pleaded with him for the past two weeks to arrange a competent bodyguard for himself. But he had hesitated, feeling that to move around constantly surrounded by a squad of gunmen was a reflection upon his own courage and marksmanship. Yet he could not rid himself entirely of the idea that she had been treacherous to him. And his ruthless direct mind could find only penalty for treachery—Death.

“I love you, Tony,” she went on while his piercing glance surveyed her. "And I've been doing everything I could to protect you."

"Yeah? Well, I have my doubts. But I'll give you a chance to prove it. If you love me, get Schemer Bruno for me."

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 enormity of the assignment and the thoughts within his mind that must have prompted it. Tony laughed.

"Lost your nerve?" he demanded.

Jane gazed at him with sudden contempt, "Of course not!" she snapped. "I've got as much guts as you—any day in the week, big shot."

"Yeah? Then prove it and your love for me by gettin' the Schemer."

"What a nice chivalrous mugg you turned out to be!" she rasped contemptuously. "Handing me the job of bumping off the biggest rod in town—next to you. And alone. You know damn well, Tony, that I never pulled a job by myself. But I'm quite a help, if you'll just remember back to the time that we got Jerry Hoffman together that night in the Embassy Club. But if you'll help, I'll do my part. I'll snoop around until I find when he'll be on a spot. Then we'll pull the job together."

"Well, all right," he growled. He had cooled off considerably from his first anger and as he surveyed the girl's ample charms, but illy concealed by expensive negligee, he decided that it probably would be best not to lose her just yet. But of course he must not let her realize that. He stepped

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 forward and caught her arm again. "But you little devil," he rasped through gritted teeth, "if I ever catch you turnin' me up or doin' be any kind of dirt, it'll be curtains. See?"

So these two, who never had failed to complete a killing assigned them, assigned one to themselves and verbally signed Schemer Bruno's death warrant. Yet Tony's doubts and the ensuing quarrel had opened in their relations a rift which was to have far-reaching consequences.

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 the Cae at prefent; for he continued longer in a State of Affability, after this Fit of Jealouy was ended, than her Huband had ever known before: And, had it not been for ome little Exercies, which all the Followers of Xantippe are obliged to perform daily, Mr. Partridge would have enjoyed a perfect Serenity of everal Months.

Perfect Calms at Sea are always upected by the experienced Mariner to be the Forerunners of a Storm: And I know ome Perons, who, without being generally the Devotees of Supertition, are apt to apprehend, that great and unuual Peace or Tranquility, will be attended with its oppoite: For which Reaon the Antients ued, on uch Occaions, to acrifice to the Goddes Nemeis; a Deity who was thought by them to look with an invidious Eye on human Felicity, and to have a peculiar Delight in overturning it.

As we are very far from believing in any uch Heathen Goddes, or from encouraging any Supertition, o we with Mr. John Fr, or ome other uch Philoopher, would betir himelf a little, in order to find out the real Caue of this udden Tranition, from good to bad Fortune, which hath been


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 killed off half a dozen of Bruno's best gunmen and threatened others with the same fate if they didn't leave town; repeatedly held up and robbed gambling houses known to be owned by Bruno and bombed those that put in the "speakeasy" system of locked steel doors and peep-holes: and in general harassed the other gang in every way possible to a daringly resourceful leader and a powerful organization.

When his campaign was rolling merrily along, Tony had Benny Peluso, the former Bruno lieutenant, who had been captured and forced to "talk," brought before him. After all, the success of his present campaign was due largely to the information which Benny had unwillingly given.

The squat, ugly gangster looked sullen and more than a little frightened as he came in between the two gunmen who originally had captured him and brought him in.

"Well, Benny," said Tony, "the dope you gave me has proved O.K. And here's the dough I promised you," tossing an envelope across the desk. "These men will take you to a train bound for the West; they're to guard you from any of the Bruno mob who may try to get you."

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 Sawyer) "did know what she didn't like." Dickens did know what he didn't like. He didn't like the Unrivalled Happiness which Mr. Roebuck praised; the economic laws that were working so faultlessly in Fever Alley; the wealth that was accumulating so rapidly in Bleeding Heart Yard. But, above all, he didn't like the mean side of the Manchester philosophy: the preaching of an impossible thrift. and an intolerable temperance. He hated the implication that because a man was a miser in Latin he must also be a miser in English. And this meanness of the Utilitarians had gone very far—infecting many finer minds who had fought the Utilitarians. In the Edinburgh Review, a thing like Malthus could be championed by a man like Macaulay.

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 squeal on his associates for a price seized the envelope and greedily thumbed through the fifteen $1000 bills it contained. Then he looked up at Tony and smiled gratefully. In gangland, it was indeed a pleasure to find an enemy—or even a friend—who kept his word when he didn't have to.

"T'anks," he said. "I didn't t'ink you'd come t'rough!"

"I always keep my word—good or bad," retorted Tony, his former enemy's sincere gratitude touching him as much as anything could. "On your way—and good luck!"

Tony's own gunmen, the dapper, polished Mike Rinaldo in command of the little party, escorted Peluso away. An hour later, Rinaldo returned, looking rather downcast.

"Got a little bad news to report, chief," he said. "On the way down to the depot, another car forced us into the curb and a coupla Wops bumped Benny off before we could pull our gats. We jumped out of the car and beat it before the cops came. Some of the Bruno mob must have found out we had him here and been on the lookout for him to come out."

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 still an enemy of ours See that we get the car back."

Tony thought over that report for some time after the dapper but dangerous Rinaldo had gone. He was wise in the ways of gunmen and he had a strong hunch that Rinaldo and his assistant had murdered Peluso themselves for the $15,000. But there would be no way of pinning it on them; the savage enmity that the Bruno mob was sure to feel against Peluso if they suspected what he had done prevented direct suspicion being leveled against the two gunmen. Well, what was the difference; he had kept his end of the deal in good faith, and Peluso was a yellow rat anyway. In his heart, Tony knew that they were all yellow rats when faced with a situation that demanded character and moral courage. His suspicions were verified, to a certain extent, when Rinaldo appeared the following week driving an expensive new car.

Tony again directed his attention to the campaign against the North Side outfit with undiminished zest. For Schemer Bruno was not lying supine under the onslaught of his enemies. He was fighting back with every resource of his wily, daring brain and his strong organization. Altogether it was as desperate a reign of terror as has

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 o often remarked, and of which we hall proceed to give an Intance; for it is our Province to relate Facts, and we hall leave Caues to Perons of much higher Genius.

Mankind have always taken great Delight in knowing and decanting on the Actions of others. Hence there have been, in all Ages, and Nations, certain Places et apart for public Rendezvous, where the Curious might meet, and atisfy their mutual Curioity. Among thee, the Barbers Shops have jutly the Pre-eminence. Among the Greeks, Barbers News was a proverbial Expreion, and Horace, in one of his Epitles, makes honourable Mention of the Roman Barbers in the ame Light.

Thoe of England are known to be no wie inferior to their Greek or Roman Predeceors. You there ee foreign Affairs dicued in a Manner little inferior to that with which they are handled in the Coffee-houes; and dometick Occurrences are much more largely and freely treated in the former, than in the latter. But this erves only for the Men. Now, whereas the Females of this Country, epecially thoe of the lower Order, do aociate themelves much more than thoe of other Nations,


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 ever been produced on this continent in time of peace. And the newspapers began to howl about the rights of citizens, the danger to the lives and property of innocent bystanders.

"Damn ’em!" growled Tony to Jane one night. "Don't they know that we don't hurt nobody but ‘hoods’? Neither me nor any of my men ever hit anybody except the mugg we was after. And I never heard of any other mob that did. And we never throw a pineapple unless we know what's goin' on inside the place. If decent citizens own some of the property, let 'em keep the racketeers out; you can't tell me that a man don't know what's goin' on in a building he owns. If he wants to take the chance to get a bigger rent, he's no better than the hoodlums he rents to and he's got to take the chance of the place being blown up."

But the next morning Tony received a telephone call from the District Attorney.

"Camonte?" demanded the familiar overbearing voice. "I want to see you this afternoon. Suite F, in the Sherman Hotel. Two o'clock sharp."

"Why not at the office?" objected Tony. "What's up, anyhow?"

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 Until one-thirty Tony puzzled over that official command. He couldn't figure it out. For awhile he suspected a trap and almost decided not to go, then he realized that the District Attorney would not dare to be “in” on a murder plot against a leader as prominent as he. But one thing certain, it boded no good.

He was still sunk in gloomy and somewhat uneasy thought when he rode downtown accompanied by his bodyguard. Piling out of their two cars in front of the huge hotel, the men formed a close circle around him and escorted him inside. They crowded quickly into an empty elevator, practically filling it, then commanded the operator to take them to Suite F, and "make it snappy." The operator hesitated, waiting for two or three more passengers, then took another look at those he already had and obeyed their command.

Released into the hallway of an upper floor, the entire party was immediately surrounded and taken in hand by a dozen detectives, who began disarming them with systematic and none too gentle thoroughness.

"Hey! What's the idea anyhow?" demanded Tony belligerently.

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 something which we will call Mr. Gradgrind. He was utterly unaware (in any essential sense) that any one else had attacked Mr. Gradgrind. All the other attacks had come from positions of learning or cultured eccentricity of which he was entirely ignorant, and to which, therefore (like a spirited fellow), he felt a furious hostility. Thus, for instance, he hated that Little Bethel to which Kit's mother went: he hated it simply as Kit hated it. Newman could have told him it was hateful, because it had no root in religious history; it was not even a sapling sprung of the seed of some great human and heathen tree: it was a monstrous mushroom that grows in the moonshine and dies in the dawn. Dickens knew no more of religious history than Kit; he simply smelt the fungus, and it stank. Thus, again, he hated that insolent luxury of a class counting itself a comfortable exception to all mankind; he hated it as Kate Nickleby hated Sir Mulberry Hawke— by instinct. Carlyle could have told him


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 dick. "Pass over your gats, too. There's goin' to be nobody bumped off here to-day."

Tony ground his teeth but he offered no resistance. Killing a detective in the heat and obscurity of an alley gun battle was one thing while shooting one deliberately in a prominent hotel in the presence of a dozen of his fellows was quite another. But Tony was outwardly very indignant and inwardly very uneasy. His followers were silent and docile, as modern gangsters always are when disarmed and outnumbered.

When the disarmament program had been completed, the crowd was led down the hall to an open doorway and Tony's henchmen were herded inside.

"You're to stay in here until we come after you," said the detective who seemed to be in command. "And don't make any fuss or we'll take you down to the bureau and give you all a treatment with the rubber hoses we keep on hand for hoodlums like you."

Then he locked the door, pocketed the key, and leaving two of his men on guard before the portal, led Tony on down the hall to a closed door marked "F." He knocked, then opened the door and practically shoved Tony inside. Tony heard the door shut behind him and a key grate in the lock. Then

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 that all the world was full of that anger against the impudent fatness of the few. But when Dickens wrote about Kate Nickleby, he knew about as much of the world—as Kate Nickleby. He did write The Tale of Two Cities long afterwards; but that was when he had been instructed by Carlyle. His first revolutionism was as private and internal as feeling sea-sick. Thus, once more, he wrote against Mr. Gradgrind long before he created him. In The Chimes, conceived in quite his casual and charitable season, with the Christmas Carol and the Cricket on the Hearth, he hit hard at the economists. Ruskin, in the same fashion, would have told him that the worst thing about the economists was that they were not economists: that they missed many essential things even In economics. But Dickens did not know whether they were economists or not: he only knew that they wanted hitting. Thus, to take a last case out of many, Dickens travelled in a French railway train, and noticed that this eccentric


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 nation provided him with wine that he could drink and sandwiches he could eat, and manners he could tolerate. And remembering the ghastly sawdust-eating waiting-rooms of the North English railways, he wrote that rich chapter in Mugby Junction. Matthew Arnold could have told him that this was but a part of the general thinning down of European civilisation in these islands at the edge of it; that for two or three thousand years the Latin society has learnt how to drink wine, and how not to drink too much of it. Dickens did not in the least understand the Latin society: but he did understand the wine. If (to prolong an idle but not entirely false metaphor) we have called Carlyle a man who saw and Arnold a man who knew, we might truly call Dickens a man who tasted, that is, a man who really felt. In spite of all the silly talk about his vulgarity, he really had, in the strict and serious sense, good taste. All real good taste is gusto—the power of appreciating the presence—or


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 his glance riveted upon the scene of which he had become a part and he stiffened.

Around a large table in the middle of the luxurious parlor sat half a dozen men. There was one empty chair, evidently for him. Tony recognized all those men. At the head of the table, alone, sat the District Attorney, a squat, slightly corpulent man with mean little eyes and a heavy, bulldog jaw. The other men included every prominent gang leader in the city and county, including Schemer Bruno.

"Come on and sit down, Camonte," snapped the D.A, brusquely. "The meeting's ready to begin."

Tony walked forward slowly, assuming a bold air of cool calm that he did not feel, and sat down, glaring at Bruno, who allowed a slight smile to curve the lips of his lean, handsome face as he noted Tony's left arm in its sling. It was their first meeting.

"What's the matermatter [sic] with your arm?" he asked. His tone and manner were polite, yet there was an underlying note of contempt and amusement that made Tony's blood boil.

"I was in an auto wreck the other night," retorted Tony. "But there were other people hurt, too," he added with grim relish as he remembered

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 our Polity would be highly deficient, if they had not ome Place et apart likewie for the Indulgence of their Curioity, eeing they are in this no way inferior to the other half of the Species.

In enjoying, therefore, uch Place of Rendezvous, the Britih Fair ought to eteem themselves more happy than any of their foreign isters; as I do not remember either to have read in Hitory, or to have een in my Travels, any thing of the like Kind.

This Place then in no other than the Chandler’s Shop; the known Seat of all the News; or as it is vulgarly called, Goiping, in every Parih in England.

Mrs. Partridge being one Day at this Aembly of Females, was aked by one of her Neighbours, if he had heard no News lately of Jenny Jones. To which he anwered in the negative. Upon this, the other replied, with a Smile, That the Parih was very much obliged to her for having turned Jenny away as he did.

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 that overturned car with its cargo of dead and injured.

Bruno's smile faded like a dab of dirt that is wiped away with a quick dash of a cloth and his face froze into a hard, expressionless mask in which the eyes were the only sign of life. But they burned with an intense, malevolent hatred. From his own feelings, Tony knew that Bruno's right hand was itching for a gun.

"That'll do," snapped the D. A. "I'm doing the talking to-day."

The six men, most important of the city's underworld leaders and representing its every element except petty thievery, turned and looked at the man who was the most powerful of the law-enforcing agencies, the man who had been elected by trusting citizens to protect them from the machinations and henchmen of the men with whom he now sat in conference. All were paying him heavily and all despised him, feeling for him the contempt that must always be the lot of the one who betrays his trust. Yet secretly they all feared the great power which was his, the extermination which he could mete out to them if he wished.

"This war's got to stop!" exclaimed the D.A., pounding the desk to emphasize his command.

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 the absence—of a particular and positive pleasure. He had no learning; he was not misled by the label on the bottle—for that is what learning largely meant in his time. He opened his mouth and shut his eyes and saw what the Age of Reason would give him. And, having tasted it, he spat it out.

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 "The newspapers are raising hell and even some of the big politicians are worried about it. Some of the influential men here have gone to the governor and told him that the city's getting such a bad name people are afraid to come here and that it's hurting business. There's even talk of appointing a special prosecutor—some wealthy, fearless lawyer who couldn't be ‘reached’—and a special grand jury to investigate the gang situation. And you know what that would mean.”

The gang leaders shifted uneasily. They did know what such an investigation would mean—a lot of unpleasantness and, perhaps, extinction.

"Camonte," continued the D.A., glaring at Tony, "I know that you and Bruno are the guilty ones in this latest outbreak, the most savage we've ever experienced. But I also know that the only reason you other fellows aren't in it is because you're not big enough to compete with these two and you've got sense enough to know it There's enough business here for all of you and you've got to declare a truce and operate peaceably, all taking your share."

"Do you think he'd keep a truce?" demanded Bruno, with a contemptuous nod at Tony.

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 more, Matthew Arnold, trying to carry into England constructive educational schemes which he could see spread like a clear railway map all over the Continent, was much badgered about what he really thought was wrong with English middle-class education. Despairing of explaining to the English middle class the idea of high and central public instruction, as distinct from coarse and hole-and-corner private instruction, he invoked the aid of Dickens. He said the English middle-class school was the sort of school where Mr. Creakle sat, with his buttered toast and his cane. Now Dickens had probably never seen any other kind of school—certainly he had never understood the systematic State Schools in which Arnold had learnt his lesson. But he saw the cane and the buttered toast, and he knew that it was all wrong. In this sense, Dickens, the great romanticist, is truly the great realist also. For he had no abstractions: he had nothing except realities out of which to make a romance.


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 With Dickens, then, re-arises that reality with which I began and which (curtly, but I think not falsely) I have called Cobbett. In dealing with fiction as such, I shall have occasion to say wherein Dickens is weaker and stronger than that England of the eighteenth century: here it is sufficient to say that he represents the return of Cobbett in this vital sense; that he is proud of being the ordinary man. No one can understand the thousand caricatures by Dickens who does not understand that he is comparing them all with his own common sense. Dickens, in the bulk, liked the things that Cobbett had liked; what is perhaps more to the point, he hated the things that Cobbett had hated; the Tudors, the lawyers, the leisurely oppression of the poor. Cobbett's fine fighting journalism had been what is nowadays called "personal," that is, it supposed human beings to be human. But Cobbett was also personal in the less satisfactory sense; he could only multiply monsters who were exaggerations


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 blazed Tony, his mouth curled into a nasty snarl.

"I wouldn't dare to—with you. Who wants to be shot in the back?"

"Why, you dirty—"

"Shut up!" snapped the D. A, savagely. "And listen to me. Or I'll run you out of town."

"You'd lose a good part of your income if you did," sneered Tony, roused to fury by his altercation with Bruno.

Stung to anger by the impudent remark, the D.A, frowned and turned upon him a baleful glare.

"I'd better have a part of my income than none at all," he retorted through gritted teeth. "Another crack like that out of you and you'll be the first to go."

Tony subsided but he was seething with fury. Given sufficient time he would get all his enemies, perhaps even the D.A, himself. Stranger things had happened, and he certainly had it coming to him.

The District Attorney had spread out on the table a large map of the county, which included the large city which took up most of it. Already the map was divided by red lines and inside of each square thus produced was written the name of one of the men present.

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 of his enemies or exaggerations of himself. Dickens was personal in a more godlike sense; he could multiply persons. He could create all the farce and tragedy of his age over again, with creatures unborn to sin and creatures unborn to suffer. That which had not been achieved by the fierce facts of Cobbett, the burning dreams of Carlyle, the white-hot proofs of Newman, was really or very nearly achieved by a crowd of impossible people. In the centre stood that citadel of atheist industrialism: and if indeed it has ever been taken, it was taken by the rush of that unreal army.


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 "Here are the territories I've assigned to each of you," continued the D.A. "And I think all of you will agree that I have been very fair. You big fellows have been allotted most of it, of course, but the little mobs have their proportionate share because they have to get along, too."

The gang leaders stared at the map. And in their own hearts they all realized that the D.A. had made a fair division of the territory. Each of them also realized that within the district assigned to him for sovereignty lay sufficient business to keep him and his mob busy and to make them exceedingly prosperous. Yet their code had always been to hold their own territory and fight the other fellow for his, just as they expected him to fight them for theirs. And to the victor belonged the spoils of both.

"Here are other maps just like this one, a copy for each of you, with your territories outlined on it," continued the D.A., passing the folded papers around. "And the first man who oversteps his bounds gets run out of town, I don't care who he is. Furthermore, you are to report this arrangement to your respective gangs, acquainting them thoroughly with the limits in which they may operate, and see that they obey. Each man is re-

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Victorian novel was a thing entirely Victorian; quite unique and suited to a sort of cosiness in that country and that age. But the novel itself, though not merely Victorian, is mainly modern. No clearheaded person wastes his time over definitions, except where he thinks his own definition would probably be in dispute. I merely say, therefore, that when I say "novel,"? I mean a fictitious narrative (almost invariably, but not necessarily, in prose) of which the essential is that the story is not told for the sake of its naked pointedness as an anecdote, or for the sake of the irrelevant landscapes and visions that can be caught up in it, but for the sake of some study of the difference between human beings. There are several things that


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 sponsible for the acts of his mob; if he can't control his men and make them obey his orders, he's not fit to be leading the mob. And no more shooting, or I'm going to prosecute the guilty people for murder, I don't care who they are You can go now—Camonte, you first with your men. You others can go later one by one after he and his bodyguard have left. And be sure you leave at once, Camonte. I have detectives watching outside and any loitering in the expectation of exacting vengeance upon anybody here will be met with arrests and prosecution."

Tony rose and surveyed the gathering, giving Bruno a particularly thorough stare, then turned and strode out of the room. For him, the conference had served one good purpose—he had met Schemer Bruno face to face. He knew exactly what his arch enemy looked like and, from now on, would be able to identify him with certainty even at some little distance. Which was a great help for accurate night shooting.

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 his mob. It was rapidly narrowing to a question of who would strike first.

Among Tony's various valuable possessions were a number of gambling places. One of these was a second-floor establishment in the heart of the city. Despite its central position, it was located on a street which contained no department stores and in a block which consisted of wholesale barber supply stores and other such enterprises which dealt with few customers. Which made foot traffic on its sidewalks quite light.

Tony visited the place almost every day, a fact which he had never tried to conceal. As he stepped out of his sedan in front of the place one afternoon and paused an instant for his bodyguard to gather around him, he heard the sudden stuttering rat-tat-tat of a machine-gun. He saw two of his bodyguard go down before the deadly hail of lead and the others, darting low to take advantage of all the shelter the two sedans offered, look frantically about in an effort to find the source of the attack. Tony himself leaped inside the doorway that led to his second-floor establishment, but not before he felt a dozen heavy blows against his body. The marksmanship of his assailants had been deadly

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1911] I have come to regard as the greatest danger with Englishmen.

Friday, March 10, —Went yesterday to Castle Rock with Wilson to see what chance there might be of getting to Cape Evans. The day was bright and it was quite warm walking in the sun. There is no doubt the route to Cape Evans lies over the worst corner of Erebus. From this distance the whole mountain side looks a mass of crevasses, but a route might be found at a level of 3,000 or 4,000 ft.

The hut is getting warmer and more comfortable. We have very excellent nights; it is cold only in the early morning. The outside temperatures range from 8° or so in the day to 2° at night. To-day there is a strong S.E. wind with drift. We are going to fetch more blubber for the stove.

Saturday, March 11, —Went yesterday morning to Pram Point to fetch in blubber—wind very strong to Gap but very little on Pram Point side.

In the evening went half-way to Castle Rock; strong bitter cold wind on summit. Could not see the sledge party, but after supper they arrived, having had very hard pulling. They had had no wind at all till they approached the hut. Their temperatures had fallen to −10° and −15°, but with bright clear sunshine in the daytime. They had thoroughly enjoyed their trip and the pulling on ski.

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Rh show that there has been extremely little development since.

He passed on to the classification and habitat of different genera, nest-making habits, eggs, &c. Then to a brief account of the habits of the Emperors and Adélies, which was of course less novel ground for the old hands.

Of special points of interest I recall his explanation of the desirability of embryonic study of the Emperor to throw further light on the development of the species in the loss of teeth, &c.; and Ponting's contribution and observation of adult Adélies teaching their young to swim—this point has been obscure. It has been said that the old birds push the young into the water, and, per contra, that they leave them deserted in the rookery—both statements seemed unlikely. It would not be strange if the young Adélie had to learn to swim (it is a well-known requirement of the Northern fur seal—sea bear), but it will be interesting to see in how far the adult birds lay themselves out to instruct their progeny.

During our trip to the ice and sledge journey one of our dogs, Vaida, was especially distinguished for his savage temper and generally uncouth manners. He became a bad wreck with his poor coat at Hut Point, and in this condition I used to massage him; at first the operation was mistrusted and only continued to the accompaniment of much growling, but later he evidently grew to like the warming effect and sidled up to me whenever I came out of the hut, though still with some suspicion. On returning here he seemed to know me at once, and now comes and buries his head in my legs whenever I go


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 and who had no other Quarrel to her Maid, anwered boldly, She did not know any Obligation the Parih had to her on that Account, for he believed Jenny had. carce left her Equal behind her.

‘No, truly, aid the Goip, I hope not, tho’ I fancy we have Sluts enow too. Then you have not heard, it eems, that he hath been brought to bed of two Batards; but as they are not born here, my Huband, and the other Overeer, ays we hall not be obliged to keep them.’

‘Two Batards!’ anwered Mrs. Partridge hatily, ‘you urprize me. I don’t know whether we mut keep them; but I am ure they mut have been begotten here, for the Wench hath not been nine Months gone away.’

Nothing can be o quick and udden as the Operations of the Mind, epecially when Hope, or Fear; or Jealouy to which the two others are but Journeymen, et it to work. It occurred inlantly to her, that Jenny had carce ever been out of her own Houe, while he lived with her. The leaning over the Chair, the udden tarting up, the Latin, the Smile, and many other Things


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 ruhed upon her all at once. The Satisfaction her Hufband expreed in the Departure of Jenny, appeared now to be only diembled; again, in the ame Intant, to be real, and yet to confirm her Jealouy, as proceeding from Satiety, and a hundred other bad Caues. In a Word, he was convinced of her Huband’s Guilt, and immediately left the Aembly in Confuion.

As fair Grimalkin, who, though the younget of the Feline Family, degenerates not in Feroity from the elder Branches of her Houe, and, though inferior in Strength, is equal in Fiercenes to the noble Tyger himelf, when a little Moue, whom it hath long tormented in Sport, ecapes from her Clutches for a while, frets, colds, growls, wears; but if the Trunk, or Box, behind which the Moue lay hid, be again removed, he flies like Lightning on her Prey, and, with envenomed Wrath, bites, cratches, mumbles, and tears the little Animal.

Not with les Fury did Mrs. Partridge fly on the poor Pedagogue. Her Tongue, Teeth, and Hands, fell all upon him at once. His Wig was in an Intant torn from his Head, his Shirt from his Back, and


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AN ATLANTIC PORT, Nov. 10.—Seven hundred passengers, of whom nearly 500 were Canadian women and children on their way home, arrived here today on a British liner after a fine passage across from England without incident of any kind. Among the officers on board was Lieutenant Eduard Isaacs, U.S.N., who was taken prisoner by the German submarine which sank the transport President Lincoln on May 31. He managed to escape from the prison camp at Villenghen on Oct. 6 and had a series of adventures, including the swimming of the Rhine.

The Lieutenant, who is 2 years old and comes from Cresa, Iowa, left at once for Washington. He could not give an interview to the reporters on his arrival, but a friend who was on the liner with him gave the following account, which he had received from Lieutenant Isaacs during the voyage:

After the crew and the troops left the President Lincoln in the lifeboats and on the rafts Lieutenant Isaacs, who had not taken off his insignia of rank from his jacket, was taken out of his boat by the German commandant and placed on the submarine, where he spent eleven days until the craft reached Kiel. During that time the submarine called at the Shetland Islands and sent two marines ashore with loaded rifles, and they came off with eight sheep. The German officers treated him well and were confident that their armies would crush the Allies before the end of July and the war would be over.

Four miles off the entrance to the Kiel Canal the U-boat was met by four other German undersea craft and two destroyers, which escorted her into the harbor. After a delay of a few hours the submarine passed through the canal to Wilhelmshaven, where Lieutenant Isaacs was kept three days on board. During that time he tried to escape, but found that the place was so well guarded day and night that it was impossible to get away. He was next taken by train to Karlsruhe and placed in a prison camp, where several British officers had been for some time.

The Lieutenant said that his room had a big chandelier in it, which he thought rather luxurious for a prison, until he removed a mirror hanging on the wall to put in a better light for him to shave. Then he read a message scratched on the wall: "Beware of the dictaphones attached to the chandelier."

The British officers and the American naval Lieutenant concocted a plan for escape, which was frustrated the night before it was to come off. In consequence of this all the officers except two British Generals and two other officers who shared his room were sent away from Karlsruhe. Lieutenant Isaacs and the other prisoners were taken before a court-martial, and told that they would be summarily dealt with if they attempted to escape again.

A few days later lIeutenant Isaacs was sent by train to Villenghen, in Baden, and tried to escape on the way. At the time the train was just arriving at the top of a small mountain he made a dive through the window as the guard in the compartment with him was looking the other way. The train was going about forty miles an hour, and he struck the rail with a violence that knocked him out for a few seconds. He was restored to his sense by the shouts of the guards, who had stopped the train and the rifle bullets which fell all around him. When one struck within six inches of his left ear he thought it was time to surrender. The guards put him back in the train, and finally he reached the next camp.

After a few days at Vellenghen Lieutenant Isaacs arranged a plan of escape with some British prisoners which was brought off successfully on the night of Oct. 6. Out of thirteen who started he heard that three besides himself had reached Switzerland in safety. By bribing the guards they procured wooden battens which were cut down and made into conduits to pass over the charged electric wires outside the cells. They also got another wire to throw across the electric wires in the building and cause a short circuit so that the guards should not see them when the alarm was given.

At 11 o'clock the signal was given and the thirteen prisoners got safely out of the building and crawled through a ditch twenty feet deep filled with barbed wire and across a parapet ten feet high, composed of the same kind of entanglement. By that time the alarm had been given, but the guards could not find their guns. The sentries fired into the darkness continually, but did not hit any of the escaping men.

For seven days the Lieutenant with a companion lived in the woods by day and fed on cabbage leaves and nuts and walked twenty miles every night until they reached the Rhine near the Swiss frontier. Before they could get to the river a series of brooks had to be crossed by stepping from stone to stone for nearly two miles. They both plunged into the swift moving river which carried away his companion, and Isaacs never saw him again.

Lieutenant Isaacs kept on for a quarter of an hour when he felt that his strength was going and that he would be whirled away by the current down towards the sea. Suddenly his feet touched a rock and then another rock. He realized that he had reached the other side of the Rhine. A short walk brought him to a Swiss sentry who welcomed him with open arms as an American, and gave him hot coffee and dry clothes. After a rest he was provided with money and reached Paris on Oct. 22.

Lieutenant Isaacs is an Annapolis cadet and his wife, who was the daughter of Major Gen. De Rosey C. Cabell, U.S.A., lives at Doublas, Ariz.

As part of its campaign for the passage of the bill for the Federal supervision of war charities the American Victory Union yesterday sent out a statement asserting that large sums collected for war charities had been put into the pockets of the collectors. The statement included also indorsement of the campaign now being conducted by the United War Work Committee to raise $250,000,000 for the work of the Y.M.C.A., Y.W.C.A., the Knights of Columbus, the Jewish Welfare Board, the War Camp Community Service, the American Library Association, and the Salvation Army.

The statement alleges that the total gathered by dishonest committees is about $25,000,000, and it says the bill introduced by Senator Ashurst will prevent illegal collecting of funds for all charities, even after the end of the war. Many of these committees are still operating, the Union says.

WASHINGTON, Nov. 10.—Additional land and ship facilities at the Great Lakes Naval Training Station and the Puget Sound (Wash.) Navy Yard and for a permanent Marine Corps base at Quantico, Va., will be taken over by the Government, under a proclamation by President Wilson, made public today. Authority to acquire the land was given in the Naval Appropriation bills approved July 1. Compensation is to be made in the usual way.

WASHINGTON, Nov. 10.—All persons known to have been on board the American steamer Saetia, sunk yesterday morning off the Maryland coast, have been saved. Additional survivors landed at Cape May today brought the number to 83, accounting for everybody on the ship's lists.

Henry Crosby Emery, who was sent to Russia in 1916 by the Guaranty Trust Company of New York, to write a series of articles on the economic conditions existing in that country and who was taken prisoner by the Germans on Aland Island last March as he was escaping to Sweden, arrived in this city yesterday on the Norwegian-American liner Bergensfjörd. He left later for his home near Boston.

Mr. Emery was only confined for six weeks at Danzig and was then taken to Berlin, where he was at large until Oct. 22, when he was permitted to leave Germany and go to Copenhagen. When asked to give his opinion as to what would be the effect of the abdication of the Kaiser in Berlin and the upsetting of the autocratic form of Government, Mr. Emery replied:

"When I left Berlin the German people had made up their minds that they were beaten and were glad to accept the terms laid down by President Wilson under his fourteen points. The abdication of the Kaiser was the gossip of the clubs and hotels and was expected to occur any day.

"It did not really matter much to people. All they cared for was to have peace. The intelligent people of Germany conceded that they would have to give up Alsace-Lorraine and a part of Eastern Poland, pay indemnities to Belgium as well as restore the country and considered it was just what was deserved. In regard to the Colonies I think their ideas were a little different.

"Conditions were quiet in Berlin when I left and the people were orderly and calmly awaiting the setting up of the new democratic government. What happens now will depend upon whether the Bolshevist element among the Socialists obtains control of the situation, but I am not in a position to discuss the political outlook, as the conditions have changed so quickly while I have been at sea. There is nothing left for the people to do except to accept President Wilson's terms of peace, and they were glad to do it at the time I came away."

Mrs. Emery was with her husband when he was captured on Aland Island while traveling on sleighs across the ice to Sweden, but the Germans allowed her to go free, and she arrived home in May. She met her husband on his arrival, and will return home with him.

When Corporal Isaac Cohn of an infantry unit fighting in France was notified by his wife of the birth of their son on Friday, Sept. 13, he recalled that this was the anniversary date of the birth of his commander, and he cabled to his wife, Mrs. Bessie Cohn, to name the infant Pershing Jerome Cohn. She did so, and then wrote from her home at 901 Prospect Avenue, Bronx, to General Pershing, telling him "I am the proudest mother in the world to have my baby bear the name of one whom the people of the entire civilized world look up to as their savior." Last night Mrs. Cohn said she had received a reply on Friday from the American commander, in which he wrote:

"Master Pershing Jerome Cohn:

Dear Little Pershing: Although it will be some time before you are old enough to read this, s you are only a month old today, I am writing to tell you how pleased I am to have a little boy who was born on my birthday for a namesake. I hope that you will grow up to be a strong, industrious boy, and that as the years go by, you will continue to grow, both physically and morally, so that your parents may always be as justly proud of you as they are now. With every good wish for a long and happy life, I am, sincerely yours,

JOHN J. PERSHING."

The boy's father went to France four months ago. He was a member of the firm of B. Cohn & Co., 128 West Twenty-seventh Street.

George MacDonald, Chairman, and other members of the special Commitee on Building and Construction of the Mayor's Committee on National Defense, left last night for Washington to consult with the War Industries Board in an effort to obtain a more liberal interpretation of the board's orders halting nonessential construction work here.

"It is hoped," said Mr. MacDonald, "that the new few weeks will develop such radical changed in the Government's nonessential construction program that the architects, builders, and supply men will receive licenses to proceed on the construction of buildings where the use of steel is not contemplated."

LONDON, Nov. 10.—The Government tonight issued a statement that the Minister of Reconstruction would announce the Government's general reconstruction policy to Parliament on Tuesday.

In the meantime elaborate instructions have been given for the slowing down of munitions production and the replacement of the workmen, with a scheme of donations for unemployment, to remain in force for six months.

PARIS, Nov. 10.—The official bulletin tonight on operations in the East says:

"North of the Danube and the Save Serbian troops have advanced in the direction of Waiskirschen and Reeskerek, driving back German troops who are retreating to the north in Bosnia, and have entered Sarajevo, where the National Council and the people have welcomed them enthusiastically.

"The number of prisoners taken in the course of the fighting which preceded the taking of Scutari by the Serbians on Oct. 30 was 4,000, of whom 120 were officers. Numerous cannon and war supplies were captured.

"North of Scutari, Pogoritza, and Nizsitch were occupied by the Serbians, aided by Montenegrins."

WASHINGTON, Nov. 10.—Production of both bituminous and anthracite coal continues to decrease as the result of the influenza epidenic, and a renewed appeal for conservation by householders and others was issued today by the Fuel Administration.

During the week ended Nov. 2 the output of bituminous coal was 10,965,000 net tons, a decrease of 3 per cent. compared with the week before, while only 1,500,000 net tons of anthracite was produced compared with 1,714,000 net tons the previous week.

PARIS, Nov. 7.—The Foreign Service Committee of the Aero Club of America has conferred its war medal on Gabriele d'Annunzio of the Italian Army, Lieutenants Forest and Marchal of the French Army, and Douglas Campbell of California, Frank Luke of Phoenix, Aris., and Edward Rockenbacker of Columbus, Ohio.

Posthumous awards are made to Lieutenant Coiffard of the French Army, Paul Pavelka of Madison, Conn., and Ensigns C. S. Read and A. D. Sturtevant of the American Navy.

HAVANA, Nov. 9.—Leaders of the harbor unions which have been on strike for nearly a week, completely tieing up shipping the harbor here, were placed under arrest today on charges of preventing men from returning to work by coercion. The labor leaders, nine in number, were sentenced to eighty days' imprisonment.

PEKING, Friday, Nov. 8, (Associated Press.)—A further extension of six months has been granted by the Chinese Government on the currency loan agreement of 1910, which expired on Oct. 14. The amount of the loan was £10,000,000, and its purpose was to reform the currency system. Owing to the revolution the loan was not completed.

The loan referred to above is the famous "four power" agreement, under which a group of American, English, German, and French financiers loaned China $50,000,000. According to the terms of the agreement the loan was to have peen paid in installments, but the unsettled condition of the country, due to the unrest in China, has prevented the carrying out of the agreement.

Several thousand persons went to Seward Park yesterday morning to attend the opening of the attractive new canteen hut for soldiers and sailors by the Jewish Welfare Board. There was speech-making and music. Former Ambassador Abram I. Elkus presided at the exercises and Jacob H. Schiff was the principal speaker.

"Now that the war is ending happily for everybody," said Mr. Schiff, "the Jewish Welfare Board, the Y.M.C.A., the K. of C. and other war work organizations will for many months need our support more than ever, our soldiers and sailors will demand more attention when the grim business of battle is over and the guns have ceased. When the boys come back we want them to feel that we did what we could for them."

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 from his Face decended five Streams of Blood, denoting the Number of Claws with which Nature had unhappily armed the Enemy.

Mr. Partridge acted for ome Time on the defenive only; indeed he attempted only to guard his Face with his Hands; but as he found that his Antagonit abated nothing of her Rage, he thought he might, at leat, endeavour to diarm her, or rather to confine her Arms; in doing which, her Cap fell off in the Struggle, and her Hair being too hort to reach her Shoulders, erected itelf on her Head; her Stays likewie, which were laced through one ingle Hole at the Bottom, burt open, and her Breats, which were much more redundant than her Hair, hung down below her Middle; her Face was likewie marked with the Blood of her Huband; her Teeth gnahed with Rage; and Fire, uch as parkles from a Smith’s Forge, darted from her Eyes. So that, altogether, this Amazonian Heroine might have been an Object of Terror to a much bolder Man than Mr. Partridge.

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 make this mode of art unique. One of the most conspicuous is that it is the art in which the conquests of woman are quite beyond controversy. The proposition that Victorian women have done well in politics and philosophy is not necessarily an untrue proposition; but it is a partisan proposition. I never heard that many women, let alone men, shared the views of Mary Wollstonecraft; I never heard that millions of believers flocked to the religion tentatively founded by Miss Frances Power Cobbe. They did, undoubtedly, flock to Mrs. Eddy; but it will not be unfair to that lady to call her following a sect, and not altogether unreasonable to say that such insane exceptions prove the rule. Nor can I at this moment think of a single modem woman writing on politics or abstract things, whose work is of undisputed importance; except perhaps Mrs. Sidney Webb, who settles things by the simple process of ordering about the citizens of a state, as she might the servants in a kitchen. There has been, at


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 any rate, no writer on moral or political theory that can be mentioned, without seeming comic, in the same breath with the great female novelists. But when we come to the novelists, the women have, on the whole, equality; and certainly, in some points, superiority. Jane Austen is as strong in her own way as Scott is in his. But she is, for all practical purposes, never weak in her own way—and Scott very often is. Charlotte Brontë dedicated Jane Eyre to the author of Vanity Fair. I should hesitate to say that Charlotte Brontë's is a better book than Thackeray's, but I think it might well be maintained that it is a better story. All sorts of inquiring asses (equally ignorant of the old nature of woman and the new nature of the novel) whispered wisely that George Eliot's novels were really written by George Lewes. I will cheerfully answer for the fact that, if they had been written by George Lewes, no one would ever have read them. Those who have read his book on Robespierre


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 will have no doubt about my meaning. I am no idolater of George Eliot; but a man who could concoct such a crushing opiate about the most exciting occasion in history certainly did not write The Mill on the Floss. This is the first fact about the novel, that it is the introduction of a new and rather curious kind of art; and it has been found to be peculiarly feminine, from the first good novel by Fanny Burney to the last good novel by Miss May Sinclair. The truth is, I think, that the modern novel is a new thing; not new in its essence (for that is a philosophy for fools), but new in the sense that it lets loose many of the things that are old. It is a hearty and exhaustive overhauling of that part of human existence which has always been the woman's province, or rather kingdom; the play of personalities in private, the real difference between Tommy and Joe. It is right that womanhood should specialise in individuals, and be praised for doing so; just as in the Middle Ages she specialised in


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 dignity and was praised for doing so. People put the matter wrong when they say that the novel is a study of human nature. Human nature is a thing that even men can understand. Hluman nature is born of the pain of a woman; human nature plays at peep-bo when it is two and at cricket when it is twelve; human nature earns its living and desires the other sex and dies. What the novel deals with is what women have to deal with; the differentiations, the twists and turns of this eternal river. The key of this new form of art, which we call fiction, is sympathy. And sympathy does not mean so much feeling with all who feel, but rather suffering with all who suffer. And it was inevitable, under such an inspiration, that more attention should be given to the awkward corners of life than to its even flow. The very promising domestic channel dug by the Victorian women, in books like Cranford, by Mrs. Gaskell, would have got to the sea, if they had been left alone to dig it. They might have made domesticity


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 a fairyland. Unfortunately another idea, the idea of imitating men's cuffs and collars and documents, cut across this purely female discovery and destroyed it.

It may seem mere praise of the novel to say it is the art of sympathy and the study of human variations. But indeed, though this is a good thing, it is not universally good. We have gained in sympathy; but we have lost in brotherhood. Old quarrels had more equality than modern exonerations. Two peasants in the Middle Ages quarrelled about their two fields. But they went to the same church, served in the same semi-feudal militia, and had the same morality, whichever might happen to be breaking it at the moment. The very cause of their quarrel was the cause of their fraternity; they both liked land. But suppose one of them a teetotaler who desired the abolition of hops on both farms; suppose the other a vegetarian who desired the abolition of chickens on both farms: and it is at once apparent that a quarrel of quite


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 a different kind would begin; and that in that quarrel it would not be a question of farmer against farmer, but of individual against individual. This fundamental sense of human fraternity can only exist in the presence of positive religion. Man is merely man only when he is seen against the sky. If he is seen against any landscape, he is only a man of that land. If he is seen against any house, he is only a householder. Only where death and eternity are intensely present can human beings fully feel their fellowship. Once the divine darkness against which we stand is really dismissed from the mind (as it was very nearly dismissed in the Victorian time) the differences between human beings become overpoweringly plain; whether they are expressed in the high caricatures of Dickens or the low lunacies of Zola.

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 at once graphically and delicately differentiated; the Doctor with his rich cloak, his careful meals, his coldness to religion; the Franklin, whose white beard was so fresh that it recalled the daisies, and in whose house it snowed meat and drink; the Summoner, from whose fearful face, like a red cherub's, the children fled, and who wore a garland like a hoop; the Miller with his short red hair and bagpipes and brutal head, with which he could break down a door; the Lover who was as sleepless as a nightingale; the Knight, the Cook, the Clerk of Oxford. Pendennis or the Cook, M. Mirabolant, are nowhere so vividly varied by a few merely verbal strokes. But the great difference is deeper and more striking. It is simply that Pendennis would never have gone riding with a cook at all. Chaucer's knight rode with a cook quite naturally; because the thing they were all seeking together was as much above knighthood as it was above cookery. Soldiers and swindlers and bullies and outcasts, they


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 were all going to the shrine of a distant saint. To what sort of distant saint would Pendennis and Colonel Newcome and Mr. Moss and Captain Costigan and Ridley the butler and Bayham and Sir Barnes Newcome and Laura and the Duchess d'Ivry and Warrington and Captain Blackball and Lady Kew travel, laughing and telling tales together?

The growth of the novel, therefore, must not be too easily called an increase in the interest in humanity. It is an increase in the interest in the things in which men differ; much fuller and finer work had been done before about the things in which they agree. And this intense interest in variety had its bad side as well as its good; it has rather increased social distinctions in a serious and spiritual sense. Most of the oblivion of democracy is due to the oblivion of death. But in its own manner and measure, it was a real advance and experiment of the European mind, like the public art of the Renaissance or the fairyland of physical science explored


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 in the nineteenth century. It was a more unquestionable benefit than these: and in that development women played a peculiar part, English women especially, and Victorian women most of all.

It is perhaps partly, though certainly not entirely, this influence of the great women writers that explains another very arresting and important fact about the emergence of genuinely Victorian fiction. It had been by this time decided, by the powers that had influence (and by public opinion also, at least in the middle-class sense), that certain verbal limits must be set to such literature. The novel must be what some would call pure and others would call prudish; but what is not, properly considered, either one or the other: it is rather a more or less business proposal (right or wrong) that every writer shall draw the line at literal physical description of things socially concealed. It was originally merely verbal; it had not, primarily, any dream of purifying the topic or the


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 moral tone. Dickens and Thackeray claimed very properly the right to deal with shameful passions and suggest their shameful culminations; Scott sometimes dealt with ideas positively horrible—as in that grand Glenallan tragedy which is as appalling as the Œdipus or The Cenci. None of these great men would have tolerated for a moment being talked to (as the muddle-headed amateur censors talk to artists to-day) about "wholesome " topics and suggestions "that cannot elevate." They had to describe the great battle of good and evil and they described both; but they accepted a working Victorian compromise about what should happen behind the scenes and what on the stage. Dickens did not claim the license of diction Fielding might have claimed in repeating the senile ecstasies of Gride (let us say) over his purchased bride: but Dickens does not leave the reader in the faintest doubt about what sort of feelings they were; nor is there any reason why he should. Thackeray would not have described the toilet details


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ATTEMPT TO DRAW ASIDE THE VEIL

The Saitic Ests;

AN INQUIRY INTO THE ORIGIN

LANGUAGES, NATIONS, AND RELIGIONS.

BY

GODFREY HIGGINS, Esq.,

VOL. I.

LONDON : LONGMAN, REES, ORME, BROWN, GREEN, AND LONGMAN, PATERNOSTER ROW.

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 had undergone in the morning; he besought her, with tears in his eyes, not to trust herself again in the haunted rooms. "If any harm betides you, madam, I shall be a poor miserable fellow for the short remnant of my days." "Be not uneasy, my friend Albert, no ghosts can hurt me; 'tis the living only I fear, not the dead; assure yourself I shall return in perfect safety."

Saying this she went up stairs, leaving Bertha and Albert under great consternation. "Well, the Lord love her, (said the former) she must be a pure good creature to have so much courage—I hope no harm will come on't." "I hope so too, (cried Albert, wiping his eyes.) She is the best sweetest tempered young lady that ever lived;—ah! I little thought to have seen such a day as this for her."

Whilst these two worthy creatures were expatiating upon her praise, Matilda pursued her way to the Lady of the Castle, who was ex-


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 and that is that Voudou requires for the celebration of its rites a priestess and a priest. Obeah can be worked by either alone, and is not tied to the presence of the snake. Both these cults have sprung from slaves imported from Ellis's district, Obeah from slaves bought at Koromantin mainly, and Voudou from those bought at Dahomey. Nevertheless, it seems to me these good people have differentiated their religion in the West Indies considerably; for example, in Obeah the spider (anansi) has a position given it equal to that of the snake in Voudou. Now the spider is all very well in West Africa; round him there has grown a series of most amusing stories, always to be told through the nose, and while you crawl about; but to put him on a plane with the snake in Dahomey is absurd; his equivalent there is the turtle, also a focus for many tales, only more improper tales, and not half so amusing.

The true importance and status of the snake in Dahomey is a thing hard to fix. Personally I believe it to be merely a case of especial development of a local ju-ju. We all know what the snake signifies, and instances of its attaining a local eminence occur elsewhere. At Creek Town, in Calabar, and Brass River it is more than respected. It is an accidental result of some bit of history we have lost, like the worship of the crocodile at Dixcove and in the Lower Congo. Whereas it is clear that the general respect, amounting to seeming worship, of the leopard is another affair altogether, for the leopard is the great thing in all West African forests, and forests and surf are the great things in Western Africa—the lines of perpetual danger to the life of man.

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 * “Our Civilisation” in The Commonweal, Volume 1, Number 2 (March 1885)

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 * (p) section 37; and

 * (q) in section 46, in sub-section (1), the words "or a citizen of Singapore" in paragraph (a) and, in sub-section (3), the words " or Singapore"; and

 * (r) in section 53, the words from "or under" to "in Singapore", and the words "of the Federation or Singapore, as the case may be"; and

 * (s) in section 56, in sub-section (1), paragraphs (c) and (e) and, in paragraph (k), the words from "or any permit" to "Singapore".

2. The words "the Federation" shall be substituted for the word "Malaya" in the following places, namely, in the definition of "through passenger" in section 2: in paragraphs (i) and (j) of sub-section (3) of section 8: in both places where it occurs in paragraph (a) of sub-section (1) of section 9: in both places where it occurs in sub-section (1) of section 11: in sub-section (2) of 16: in sub-section (2) of section 17: in sub-section (2) of section 42: in sub-section (1) of section 45: in section 47.

3. The words "a citizen of the Federation" shall be substituted—

 * (a) in sub-section (1) of section 6 for the words "a person specified in section 7"; and

 * (b) in sub-section (3) of section 7 for the words "a person to whom this section applies"; and

 * (c) in sub-section (1) of section 11 for the words "a person entitled to enter the Federation under the provisions of sub-section (1) of section 7"; and

 * (d) in sub-section (2) of section 42 for the words "entitled under the provisions of section 7 to enter the Federation without having obtained a Permit or a Pass";

and the words "as a citizen of the Federation" shall be substituted in sub-section (1) of section 10 for the words "under the provisions of section 7".

4. (1) The provisions now contained in section 2 shall become sub-section (1) of that section, and there shall be added to the section as sub-section (2)—

"(2) For the purposes of this Ordinance a person travelling between two places in the Federation without entering any territory outside the Federation shall not be treated as leaving, entering or arriving in the Federation because in so doing he passes out of and returns into the Federation."

 * (2) After section 23 there shall be inserted as section 23A—

23A. The foregoing sections of this Part shall apply aircraft in relation to a vessel arriving in or leaving Malaya as they arriving in apply in relation to a vessel arriving in or leaving the Federation."

5. At the end of section 3 there shall be added as sub-section (3)— "(3) The Yang di-Pertuan Agong may under sub-section (1) appoint two or more Controllers to be stationed in and to act for different parts of the Federation; but anything required or authorised to be done by, to or before the Controller shall, if there are more than one Controller, be valid and effectual if done by, to or before any of them." 6. In section 19, after paragraph (c) of sub-section (1), there shall be inserted as paragraph (d)— "(d) a consular officer of the country to which the vessel belongs."

7. Section 61 is hereby repealed.


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 Fetish studied by Ellis, namely, that what is one god in Yoruba you get as several gods exercising one particular function in Dahomey, as hundreds of gods on the Gold Coast. Moreover, all these gods in all these districts have regular priests and priestesses in dozens, while below Yoruba regular priests and priestesses are rare. There the officials of the law societies abound, and there are Fetish men, but these are different people to the priests of Bohorwissi and Tando.

I do not know Yoruba land personally, but have had many opportunities of inquiring regarding its Fetish from educated and uneducated natives of that country whom I have met down Coast as traders and artisans. Therefore, having found nothing to militate against Ellis's statements, I accept them for Yoruba as for Dahomey and the Gold Coast; and my great regret is that his careful researches did not extend down into the district below Yoruba—the district I class under the Calabar school—more particularly so because the districts he worked at are all districts where there has been a great and long-continued infusion of both European and Mohammedan forms of thought, owing to the four-hundred-year-old European intercourse on the seaboard, and the even older and greater Mohammedan influence from the Western Soudan; whereas below these districts you come to a region of pure Negro Fetish that has undergone but little infusion of alien thought.

Whether or no to place Benin with Yoruba or with Calabar is a problem. There is, no doubt, a very close connection between it and Yoruba. There is also no doubt that Benin was in touch, even as late as the seventeenth century, with some kingdom of the higher culture away in the interior. It may have been Abyssinia, or it may have

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For decades, infrastructure in Kentucky has suffered from a systemic lack of investment. The need for action is clear:

Kentucky’s infrastructure received a grade on its Infrastructure Report Card. The American Jobs Plan will make a historic investment in our nation’s infrastructure.

 * ROADS AND BRIDGES: In Kentucky there are 1,033 bridges and over 1,322 miles of highway in poor condition. Since 2011, commute times have increased by 6.3% in Kentucky and on average, each driver pays $444 per year in costs due to driving on roads in need of repair. The American Jobs Plan will devote more than $600 billion to transform our nations’nation’s [sic] transportation infrastructure and make it more resilient, including $115 billion repairing roads and bridges.
 * PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION: Kentuckians who take public transportation spend an extra 60.1% of their time commuting and non-White households are 6.2 times more likely to commute via public transportation. 15% of trains and other transit vehicles in the state are past useful life. The American Jobs Plan will modernize public transit with an $85 billion investment.
 * RESILIENT INFRASTRUCTURE: From 2010 to 2020, Kentucky has experienced 26 extreme weather events, costing the state up to $10 billion in damages. The President is calling for $50 billion to improve the resiliency of our infrastructure and support communities’ recovery from disaster.
 * DRINKING WATER: Over the next 20 years, Kentucky’s drinking water infrastructure will require $8.2 billion in additional funding. The American Jobs Plan includes a $111 billion investment to ensure clean, safe drinking water is a right in all communities.
 * HOUSING: In part due to a lack of available and affordable housing, 128,000 renters in Kentucky are rent burdened, meaning they spend more than 30% of their income on rent. The President proposes investing over $200 billion to increase housing supply and address the affordable housing crisis.
 * BROADBAND: 12% of Kentuckians live in areas where, by one definition, there is no broadband infrastructure that provides minimally acceptable speeds. And 50% of Kentuckians live in areas where there is only one such internet provider. Even where infrastructure is available, broadband may be too expensive to be within reach. 17% of Kentucky households do not have an internet subscription. The American Jobs Plan will invest $100 billion to bring universal, reliable, high-speed, and affordable coverage to every family in America.
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 *MANUFACTURING: Manufacturers account for more than 18% of total output in Kentucky, employing 255,000 workers, or 614% [sic] of the state’s workforce. The American Job’s Plan will invest $300 billion to retool and revitalize American manufacturers, including providing incentives for manufacturers to invest in innovative energy projects in coal communities.
 * HOME ENERGY: In Kentucky, an average low-income family spends 8–10% of their income on home energy costs forcing tough choices between paying energy bills and buying food, medicine or other essentials. The American Jobs Plan will upgrade low-income homes to make them more energy efficient through a historic investment in the Weatherization Assistance Program, a new Clean Energy and Sustainability Accelerator to finance building improvements, and expanded tax credits to support home energy upgrades.
 * CLEAN ENERGY JOBS: As of 2019, there were 38,266 Kentuckians working in clean energy, and the American Jobs Plan invests in creating more good paying union jobs advancing clean energy production by extending and expanding tax credits for clean energy generation, carbon capture and sequestration and clean energy manufacturing.
 * VETERANS HEALTH: Kentucky is home to over 295,000 veterans, 8.2% of whom are women and 45.8% of whom are over the age of 65. The President is calling for $18 billion to improve the infrastructure of VA health care facilities to ensure the delivery of world-class, state of the art care to veterans enrolled in the VA health care system. This includes improvements to ensure appropriate care for women and older veterans.


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 pecting her with impatience, and warmly embraced her upon her entrance. "How mortifying the reflection, (said the lady, leading her visitant to a chair) that the unexpected happiness I enjoy must be purchased so dearly as by your peace of mind; what delight should I feel in your society, if distress and misfortune had not driven you here!" "Believe me, madam, (answered Matilda) your presence and conversation has greatly alleviated those sorrows which oppress my heart; and if my company should be productive of pleasure to you, I shall feel much less regret for the causes which compelled me to seek this castle as an asylum for an unhappy orphan, though but a temporary one only." "Ah! my dear young lady (replied the other) you are but young in the school of affliction; you can look forward with hope, you can feel only for yourself, and, God forbid, you should ever know the sorrows of a wife and mother, who knows not but that she is childless and cut off for ever from those endearing ties." "O, madam, (cried Matil-


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 been one of the cultured states that the chaos produced by the Mohammedan invasion of the Soudan destroyed. In our present state of knowledge we can only conjecture, I venture to think, idly, until we know more. The only thing that is certain is that Benin was influenced as is shown by its art development. Benin practically broke up long before Ashantee or Dahomey, for, as Proyart remarks, "many small kingdoms or native states which at the present day share Africa among them were originally provinces dependent on other kingdoms, the particular governors of which usurped the sovereignty." Benin's north-western provinces seem to have done this, possibly with the assistance of the Mohammedanised people who came down to the seaboard seeking the advantages of white trade; and Benin became isolated in its forest swamps, cut off from the stimulating influence of successful wars, and out of touch with the expanding influence of commerce, and devoted its attention too much to Fetish matters to be healthy for itself or any one who fell in with it. It is an interesting point in this connection to observe that we do not find in the accounts given by the earlier voyagers to Benin city anything like the enormous sacrifice of human life described by visitors to it of our own time. Other districts round Calabar, Bonny, Opobo, and so on, have human sacrifice as well, but they show no signs of being under Benin in trade matters, in which Benin used to be very strict when it had the chance. In fact, whatever respect they had for Benin was a sentimental one, such as the King of Kongo has, and does not take the practical form of paying taxes.

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 * Vive la Commune! in The Commonweal, Volume 1, Number 3 (Apr. 1885)

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 anywhere, provided he could be employed; and he accordingly undertook a business connected with dilapidations,—one of the lowest and least remunerative departments of the architect's calling. But he had the good sense not to be above his trade, and he had the resolution to work his way upward, so that he only got a fair start. One hot day in July a friend found him sitting astride of a house roof occupied with his dilapidation business. Drawing his hand across his perspiring countenance, he exclaimed, "Here's a pretty business for a man who has been all over Greece!" However, he did his work, such as it was, thoroughly and well; he persevered until he advanced by degrees to more remunerative branches of employment, and eventually he rose to the highest walks of his profession.

The necessity of labour may, indeed, be regarded as the main root and spring of all that we call progress in individuals, and civilization in nations; and it is doubtful whether any heavier curse could be imposed on man than the complete gratification of all his wishes without effort on his part, leaving nothing for his hopes, desires or struggles. The feeling that life is destitute of any motive or necessity for action must be of all others the most distressing and insupportable to a rational being. The Marquis de Spinola asking Sir Horace Vere what his brother died of, Sir Horace replied, "He died, sir, of having nothing to do." "Alas!" said Spinola, "that is enough to kill any general of us all."

Those who fail in life are, however, very apt to assume a tone of injured innocence, and conclude too hastily that everybody excepting themselves