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. ern College and finds N OF THE GODS BY REX BEACH SYNOPSIS 'When Lee Ying, a pros; Chinese merchant of San. Francisco, Announces that a son has arrived at his home, only Officer Dunne, Snows that the child is a oundling. Sam raised as Lee Ying's som, attends Tom ade a : Lee, Bant~ 1 his Chi rot account oO ' supposed nese bluod, Alice Hart, an art student, 'pays up" Sam, She 1s sent to 8 by Lee Ying. Everett Himes, Mrs. Stevens ond daughter Mona, blackmailers, en- deavor to compromise Sam. They fail, 'but succeed in getting him expelled from am goes abroad an come to Bathurgt, an Bnglish play- He meets Alanna Wagner, a ornia heiress. They fall in love. Alice Hart tells Wagner Sam is Chinese Alanna, in a rage, publicly horse- whips Sam. In response to a cablegram Sam boards a liner for home, Lee Ying dies before his arrival, CHAPTER XXI.--(Cont'd.) It was a Chinese youth who met the delegation of yellow men which board- ed the ship at Quarantine and on- Jookers wondered who he might be. They assumed, by reason of the res- pect and the deference shown him, that he was some visiting potentate from the Flowery Kingdom and they remarked upon a fresh red scar that ran down his face, Lee Ying had left a letter to lis son: He had dictated it to Eileen Cas- sidy shortly before his death and she handed it to Sam on the day after his arrival home. It was a long letter, through it ran a tender conmtern, a wistful yearning that moved the veader deeply. Even at the very last Lee Ying had thought only of his boy; his one regret had been that he must die without Sam's arms about him, and his farewell message voiced that poignant disappointment. Sam read, very slowly, this deep, spontaneous outpouring of paternal Jove and sympathy and he recognized it\as more than merely that. It was @ feeble effort to comfort him, a troubled admonition to be what he was and to beware of rebellion against the manifest designs of providence. 'He wondered what had prompted its tone and he asked Eileen. "Your letters about Miss Wagner worried him," the girl said. "He read more in them than I did and--he was wight. That dispatch telling about "your trouble with her was a terrible shock to him, coming so near the end." "Then--it was published here?" "Oh, yes! It seemed to drain out what life was left in him." Sam received this intelligence with Oriental self-control: only a height- ened pallor Showed that he was mov- ed. Eileen realized for the first time how greatly her childhood friend had ¢hanged: She had always declared that Sam did not look Chinese, but she eould no longer say so. After a moment she ventured to eontinue gently: "We're so sorry, 8am: Mother and Father and Jim and 1. We loved him. You're almost one of the family. You're badly broken wp: won't you come and see us?" The young man bowed gravely: he made a characteristic gesture with his clasped hands. "Your friendship honors me and 1 shall cherish it as a precious thing. Some day, perhaps-- Meanwhile, may I send you from China some gift that will serve as a symbol of my profound respect and as & reminder of my father's affectionate +413 HH regard?" "China? You're not going away again? . . , Oh, Sam!" "It was always his wish to lie upon some happy hillside where his spirit would find delight in the beauty of modding flowers, whispering pines, yunning water, We go together, the honorable and virtuous Lee Ying in his laquered coffn made air-tight against the malicious devils who nag ¢he soul; Lee Sam, his undutiful son, $a grief and repentance, . . . He wiil Deo carried in state to his final resting place upon some turquoise mountain slope. A thousand hired mournecs will follow him, to the strains of plain- $ive music. He will be buried with his #nlaid chopsticks, with bowls of rico and cooked fowls and dried pork and with rolls of paper money. All things shall be done in accordance with our sustoms," : "'Your customs!' cried the girl 8am, dear, how queer you talk! You're pot a Chinese: You're an American." § Bah! . . . My father was a noble and a benevolent man; he practiced all the estimable Christian virtues and yet he was despised by you white people." "That's not so, I loved him." Again Sam bowed, "I speak a gen- eral truth. You are one among many, The greatest Man of your race was crucified for being too loving and too lovable: I'm not of your race, Eileen, mes | nd I no longer wish to be. Lee Ying has made me proud to be of his, When 1d : josities: the people--his were stranger to him ! the white man: but as Lee Sam,"the |' Chinese-American, he wanted to shriek. (To be continued.) i a rad i Little Jack Homer Katharine Elwes Thomas, in "The Real Personages of Mother Goose," takes us back to the source of little Jack Horner, beloved character of the: nursery. We read: - "I returned to England for the ex- press purpose of making the acquaint tual home surroundings. Right hap- pily 1 succeeded, for not only was I given the fascimating story from his I was a little boy in San Francisco I experienced nothing except kindness and courtesy and fair dealing from strangers. A Mandarin's button was placed in my cap and I was taught that three things only are honorable: nobility, age and virtue. Before 1 could talk plainly I was made to lisp, 'In a village of ten houses there is sure to be found loyalty and truth. Where a true gentleman lives there will be gentlemanly visitors. I came here to your greatest city and I found only treachery and contempt. Scorn, derision, injustice, intolerance fol'ow- ed me through the streets, They fcl- lowed me on to college: they followed me to Europe." Sam uttered an un- Pleasant sound: "The white friends, the 'gentlemanly visitors' whom I trusted betrayed me. My pals turned out to be grafters. I have never been betrayed by a Chinese, They never grafted from me. For example, I am going to China with my father's body and I plan to remain there indefinite- in the hands of Chinese men. They will carry on the business. If I return and demand an accounting I will re- ceive it and it will be precise. Not a penny will have been taken by those 'dirty Chinks', "You know what happened to me at Eastern. I was innocent of any wrongdoing. But what of that? 1 was a yellow man, It was told that my train left at eleven, I was denied the privilege of pursuing the higher learning: In Europe it was about the same: as Sam Lee, a white man, how- ever wretched and humble, I got along: as Lee Sam, the wearer of a ruby button, I was publicly flogged." The scare on Sam's cheek grew more livid at the memory. "You say it--it hastened my honorable father's end, I shall always hate them for that. I shall never masquerade again: I am a Chinese and henceforth I shall live as one" A day or so later Chinatown paid its last triubte to Lee Ying, the well beloved and all that was mortal of him began the long journey towards its haven of benevolent contemplation. With it, into the land of nine thousand flowers which lies west of the sunset, went Lee Sam, Son of the Gods. CHAPTER XXII, Sam had been sincere in his state- ment~to Eileen, He really did intend to make China his home, for a while at least: for a time long enough to recover from the blows that had been dealt him. Whether or not he would find it possible to remain there he was not sure, for he realized that his father's people would no.doubt resent his "Europeanism" and that he. would have to live down a prejudice on their part not unlike that which he had ex- perienced in the Occident. On the other hand, they were his kin and as a people they revered culture, His ideas about the Chinese, as a people, were more than a little hazy for, as a result of his father's teach- ings, he had idealized them, neverthe- less he assumed they. would be friend- ly to him. It was a good deal of a wrench to think of giving up the country of his birth, apprehension smote him at the contemplation, and yet he could no longer tolerate its treatment of him. China stood for peace, placidity, beati- tude; it was a slumberous land, smil- ing sleepily in its dreams. Where bet- ter could one find forgetfulness than in the land of poppies? In the weeks his journey occupied he strove manfully to make himself believe in the success of his experi- ment, but there were times when a terrible despondency overtook him: times when he raged at the injustice of his situation and dreaded the com- ing of his journey's end. What mock- ery, that a man so blest with the things other men desire should find What good were his youth, his health, his accomplish- ments, his riches? Thus far, at least. they had not purchased honor, fellow- ship or liking, And all because of an accident of birth. tiki ly. His affairs, now mine, will be left, Pp! dants making their home at Horner Hall, but heard it un- der the additionally realistic environ- ment of sitting at midday dinner in the monastic refectory of the "Plum" extracted by the nimble-fingered "Jack" at the time when, as emissary of the Bishop of Glastonbury, he was supposedly speeding on his way with the "pie" for a propitatory audience with that august monarch, Henry VIII, Starting from Bath one sunshiny morning of early July, I went zigzag- ging up and down the country until, finally alighting at Mells Station, 1 was informed that the sure way of reach- ing my destination was to walk diag- onally across hawthorne-hedged fields which at first glance appeared to stretch interminably to the horizon. There was no sign of human beings, only sleek, grazing cattle lifting their heads in lazy inquiry at the invading stranger whose feet, with unaccus- tomed timidity, trod over the thick, green turf that was their birthright of possession. . Turning my back upon the far-wind- ing roadway for this alluring short cut through the flelds, I mounted no end of primitive stiles and, gaining confidence as I progressed, unhesitat- ingly squeezed sideways through a multiplicity of those labyrinthine swing gates beloved of rural England, until suddenly from a knoll there came unexpectedly into view the church wf "The Priest all shaven and shorn" with its neighbmoring manor, "The house that Jack built." . Some distance beyond the hill lay Horner Hall, with, nearer at hand, the centuries old "plum" along the primly set garden paths of which a pleasant- faced woman witli, white-kerchiefed bodice and broad-brimmed hat moved slowly as she cut posies to fill the flat- bottomed basket on her arm, looking for all the world as if she liad stepped from a Rommey gallery of quaint por- traits, The legendary account runs that Jack Horner, son of a gentleman of in- fluence in the neighborhood of Glas- tobury, was, as the steward of Abbot Whiting, made the bearer to the king of the title deeds, twelve in number, of certain churchly estates, These, hav- ing been done up in the form of a ple, after the fantastic custom of the period, were entrustel to the steward, While on the way to London, Jack Horner inadvertently, or otherwise, tore a small rent in the pie. Where- upon sticking in his thumb, he pulied out no less a plum than the title deed of the Mells Park estate, held to this day by his descendants. ec fe ot re a The Pilgrim I will go on-- : By shores of stillness, dread, Where men have gone Unarmed, save for a steady tread. plains of 1 shall not fear If ragged thunder haunts my day, For 1 shall hear The holy note that is my way. I know the sheen Of languid hill and cooing brook-- Where men have seen The slim path with a cool, look. No goal is mine Save in the joy of flelds and trees; This is my shrine-- To know the Infinite in these! clear "Miss Paris '32" 1 F< bune heading, ance of Little Jack Horner in his ac-|. Coaching Days In Oxford Town In 1884 the Bodleian Library bought from Mr, William Bayzand, then jani- tor at the Radcliffe Camera, the manu- script of notes that he had made on "Coaching In and Out of Oxford from 1820 to 1840." This was nome other than the Bill Bayzand who in his time had been a celebrated guard on the London-Hureford MaZeppa. The manu- script was subsequently printed in the Transactions of the Oxford Historical Society, Bayzand could recall the days when coming and going the Oxford Cong of Mother Earth at Even| Artaur E. Lloyd Maunsell in The ~ Atlantic Monthly 20] hands of night, give ease Uni) myself and these Children of land and seas. Hushed are they now asleep, 'Wakeful I watch and keep, Close to my heart who weep. Cool hands of night, agsoil After day's heat and stress And from all lust's duress Heal us, O night, and bless. inns saw seventy-three coaches daily. Bayzand draws a vivid picture of an Oxford scene in which for many years he was himself one of the liveliest figures. He takes us round 'the city at] an early morning hour, halting first outside The Angel in the Hikh, where ten coaches are already lined up along the street; porters, hostlers and guards busy with a rattle of interjec- tions as they make a final inspection Cool hands of night, who place Stars' light in countless space, Touch thou my heart, my face. That I may see and know How those I bear shall grow, Unto what end we go. Teach their small hearts that they Shall know the things of day Fade and must pass away. That gain may turn to logs, of traces, chains, harness, luggage, Al- ready the passengers are in their seats, the boys at the leaders' heads, gently stroking the wheelers with their whips, and taking large turnip watches from ample frontages for fre quent consultation, And then the sig- nal 1s heard, Queen's clock striking eight. The boys. stand back, the guards swing into their places, the yard servants cry "Right away," and the departure is led by the Cambridge post, four bays, heading for Magda- len bridge on its eighty-two-mile jour- ney. News can never have the same tang since the days when it was taken through the town from the inn-yards. by word of mouth, The incoming coaches were the chief.intelligence of the time, and within a few minutes of their arrival there was an eager buzz of gossip drifting 'away to the taverns and by-ways. At moments of national excitement, the coaches were waylaid by a continuous ambush of inquiry on the roads; a ploughman would shout his question over the hedge, well pleased with a word of answer, and the and the coachmen up on their boxes, O00! Peace of night, mine eyes That gold may turn-to dross, And Love hang on @ Cross. Search deep your starry skies That I may counsel wise Anll lives who my life share, In sorrow, joy, or care, In travail and despair. Cool hands of night, give ease Unto myself and these Children of land and seas. amend rren-- Saving Money Two Spaniards quarrelled and de- cided to fight a duel . To do this with- cut attracting too much attention, they took a train into the country. The first Spaniard booked a return ticket, but his opponent took only a single, . "Caramba!" exclaimed the first. "You expect not to come back--eh, my friend? I always get a return." "I never do," answered the other, calmly, "I always take my adver- sary's return half" populationof hamlets, too i icu- ous for official notice; would mob the guard's seat at a run, a mile into the open country, Bpochal events, Tra- falgar or Waterloo, would send the coaches out of London garlanded with oak-leaves, and the fortunate mes-: sengers could make what levies they! liked on a transported people. Zayzand, who by some means was able to secure copies of The Times at six o'clock in London before he made his morning start on Mazeppa, tells how he was besieged by bidders along the western road on the day when it was kpown that the Reform Bill of 1832 had become law. Four browns or four bays, the successive stages were vocal with "Has the Bill passed?" At Shottenham, a gentleman gave a sovereign for a copy of the paper; at Ross the price had risen to two sove- reigns; and on arrival at Hereford, the guard was carried shoulder-high to Mr. Bosley's inn, where the precious jour- nal changed hands for a five-pound note on the Hereford Old Bank, and having been read aloud to a cheering company, was "framed, glazed and hung up in the Club Room for many years."--From 'Inheritance," by John Drinkwater, ------ ---- "A Break? ~ ° Innumerable stories are told ot Hor- 'Westchester fo New York City. 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The myth of the white elephant was apparently, veller wo collected information rather perfunctorily. 2 ; What the Siamese regard as sacred, and do greatly honor, are what are known as "curious" elephants, Per haps "freak" elephants would be a bet- ter translation of the Siamese phrase, though it savers of want of respect to his majesty the elephant, But the une usual in him 'has probably nothing whatever to do with his color. He may, for instance, have two extra toes on his fore fest; he may have certain peculiar markings on his body == patches of red hair somewhere per ~{haps. But white--no! . The nearest he ever approaches to white is a kind of dirty grey. Whatever his peculiarily, however, they mark him out for extreme favors from youth. Directly a baby elephant is found with strange markings, in the north or north-east of Siam, news of the discovery is sent to Bangkok, the capital, Experts go at once to ex= amine the youngster, and if their re- port' is favorable, still greater--most probably royal--experts are despatche ed to make final decision as to wheth er he is worthy of veneration and as to the degree of veneration. In him may reside the spirit of some departed great one of the Royal family, in him may even be the spirit of the Lord Buddha himself. It is not for us to inquire how these experts make a decision so momentous. The way of experts in Siam are like the ways of experts elsewhere--they are beyond the understanding of ordinary people. Once it Is decided that the youngster is the real thing, the country is agog with excitement. He has to be taken to Bangkok, there to be royally housed in special quarters within the Royal palace, The journey is in the nature of a triumphal. procession. An occa~ sion for merrymaking is to the Siam- ese to be seized with both' hands, and on it they spend lavishly. No other na- tion can excel the Siamese in the art of making holiday or in discovering excuses for making holiday. The young elephants journey to the nearest large railway centre is a sues 'tession of boisterous welcomes and of gifts of choice foods. When he reach- es the railway he finds a speeial train awaiting him, with spare engine and breakdown outfit attached. His ma- jesty's progress must be made as- smooth as possible. He travels in state and high comfort, attended by high members of court and church, and by many officials. One member of the Royal family will accompany him, to say, Chieng- mal, the northern capital, and will there hand him over to a more ime portant member with a more imposing retinue of priests with officials. When the last day's journey, from Pitsanu- loke to Bangkok, is entered upon, one very near to the reigning monarch~~ probably the heir-apparent -- takes charge. Many Canadian folk will re- member Prince Purachatra of Kame bangbejra--hardly a name to conjure with--who visited Canada some years ago. This is the man who to-day takes final charge. By now the youngster is probably tired of the travelling and the cheer ing, of 'feasting and having lustral water poured over him. But he has still to be welcomed by the King, and to be blessed by the highest digna~ taries of the Church. He has stil] to see a city made gay in his honor, and hundreds of thousands of people ln. ing the streets and joyously acclaime ing him as he passes. For two days the city is en fete, Then he goes to his Royal quarters, and the capital returns to normal, Not for him any more are the joys of free- dom. The loss of his freedom is the price he pays for his extra toes or whatever proclaims him royal or even sacred. His is the bondage that some- times attaches to A "Occasionally he introduces a little excitement into his hum:drum life. He set abroad by some early Western trax 7