The Washington times., 1915-05-17

en- starving In hundreds. rotting of
diseases, or perishing Of sheer disap-
pointment and despair. Bread lines.
soup Kitchens he showed them: roof
less men dying Of exposure. And then
In swift dashes he showed them.
standing upon soap box at the cor
ner OF a slum, man in tattered rags,
with the forehead of the first Napo-
leon and the lion-roar voice OF Mira
beau-a man who spoke to the wretch
ed and the unfortunate, and the idle
and the misch!evous, and filled their
hearts with fire and passion and hate.
He showed those same men, armed
with guns. with polees. with hatchts,
with hammers. stopping a Limousine
on Fifth avenue, dragging out an old
man In a fur-lined coat. and hanging
him. more dead than alive. to the
nearest lamp post. He showed them
that same crowd. ever growing IN
numbers and anger. tearing a police
man to pieces; he showed them banks
and other strongholds OF capital that
rose suddenly heavenward In puffs Of
not. He showed them short sieges.
in which for a while rifles flashed
from the Windows Of Fifth avenue
palaces. He showed them these same
Inside out half In ruins. tho defend
ers mangled upon the sidewalks. And.
ever growing in power and leadership,
he kept showing them the man with
tne nead or Napoleon ana tne non-
roar voice OF Mirabeau.
He showed them a city OF pedestri-
ans. a city through which neither car
riages nor automobiles could move.
SO great was the ruin in Its streets!
above which crawled no elevated
trains. beneath which no subways ran.
a city In which no statues or things
Of b auty remained whole. city
given over at night to darkness. to
drunkenness, to murder. and rapine.
And he showed them themselves
flee fleeing by night in disgHtse' sns a price ice
showed them the Napoleon-M Mirabeau
bringing order out Of chaos. and pre-
pairing to Mold what he had taken.
now begging. now commanding. now
wheedling. now killing, and then he
showed them battles and leapins can,
over a fortress. and themselves per-
sonally all three. in the uniform OF
generals. lead forth blind-foided and
bound and stood with their backs
against a whitewashed wall.
Finally sturtevant looked his friend
and master in the face and said:
Well. what's the answer"
Il think" said Barclay, that have
devised a remedy which shall serve
US all. Mr.. Stilliter."
AS Prof Stilliter advanced. Mr..
Barclay said to the others: The
worlds greatest psychologist.
You do not have to tell us that"
said Semmes, and they bowed to the
professor.
well" said Barclay. Tets have a
look at her."
Prof. Stilliter drew from hiD pock-
ct a folded picture frame of red leath-
er When the gentleman had ex-
amined the photographs, with an evil
dence of pleasure not to be mistaken
for the COOL looks of the Ameshurys
and their daughter were as certain
and sudden in their effect upon the
eye as in the beauty of the yosemite
valley.
But" said sturtevant, what is the
remedy2"
For answer Barclay simply touched
the photograph of the little Amespury
girl with the tip Of his finger, ,
She Is the answer" he SAID, put.
by the way, Stilliter. what do you near
Of the mother"
Prof. stilliter shrugged his should
ers very slightly.
"Dead?"
Dying"
Barclay was not unmoved; She
thinks" he said, that she is only
dying in grief AS a matter OF faet.
sne 70 taking a great place IN the
march OF events"
What are the child's habitsT
She has q nap" said Prof Sttlliter,
from 10 to 1890 and from to 80:
~ other times she Is mostly out oi
ooors with her nurse There 10 wooo