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Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14
Georges Clemenceau at Nantes
Gives the Wisdom of So to the
InexpeTience of IS.

r HAVE come here to bring you
the testimony Of a tormented
life, but one which has re-
ceived the most beautiful recompense
that could be dreamed Of on
the day that l had the pride
Of reading my name on the IA
cade Of my old school Yes, I have
passed my youth in this old moldy
lyceum, ! was a little fellow, even J,
In the last century. At that time
young people We're not very reason
able. They lifted an insolent nose,
opened a cynical mouth; but there
was always sunlight IN their eyes.
They since became men.
l was very content when I quilted
the lyceum, content-more than con-
tent. They had not rendered me very
unhappy here, however, and I rec
ognized later that all my little wor-
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Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14
Some Anecdotes
From the Vatican

T HE vivid and rather battling
personality Of the new Pope
is beginning to penetrate the
bronze portals Of the Vatican, and
the local press is full Of opinions and
even polemics about the real nature
Of Plus XI. and the prospects for his
pontificate.
Plus is, all agree, a man of the ut
most personal vigor and directness.
The qualities Of the Alpinist who not
so long ago scaled a precipitous
mountain in the three day climb,
spending the nights standing on his
feet on a narrow ledge are evident
in the decisions Of the pontiff. He
is a breaker Of old traditions and
maker of new ones and has healthy
lack Of respect for the past. The
other day he remarked to certain
Roman noblemen who were debating
the moot question of the Vatlcan's
relation with Italy: 1T seems to me
that these gentlemen still have the
mentality Of Leo Kills time"
On the other hand, certain circles
complain that the new pontff is dill
atory and fails to make decisions
sharply or promptly enough. One
cardinal is credited with the remark
that il things continue as they now
are the Pope's decisions will have
only a retroactive value.
A little incident which shows the
independence of the new pontiff arose
over his approval of the appoint
ment of four private chamberlains,
who had been nominated by Bene-
dict. Plus desired in addition to give
his private secretary, Monsignor
Confalanieri, the same rank.
your Holiness" one OF the Vat
ican dignitaries observed, there are
only four posts, and they are already
flied. How can there be a fifth
chamberlain"
"Oh, he won't be the fifth," an
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Believe in the Fairies

The hill slopes from east to south
west with heavily wooded glen all
along the western side, and through
the glen flowing from the hill beyond
and to the north is a good sized
stream. Limestone is the general
substrata, hence in the bed some
rock and stone abound and at any
time, especially at night, the river
sings loudly as it runs with some
times a splash as an otter jumps for
its prey. In the stiffness one may
sometimes be frightened at the sud-
den sound and echo among the
dense wood, an echo which is all
the more sonorous when it is rain
ing and a strong westerly gale is
blowing.
The place at the water on the
roadway was called Ballagh, pro-
nounced Bal-loclI, and the wooded
glen was called Plum Hill. The fort
was called Hector's Fort and, as
they say In Ireland, had bad name;
that is to say, some weird stories
were told of it; the fairies abounded
and strange noises were often heard,
and strange lights were seen fitting
at night, and the horses and hounds
were often heard in full cry and wild
winds blew around.
Further beyond and to the south
west was what was called the noun
tain;" by mountain was meant not
mount or hill but that it was wild,
heathery, watery, boggy land, the
rendezvous of the curlew and snipe,
where a sportsman was always at
home. "Jamesy." the warden, as he
was known to all the hunters never
was at a loss to take you to the
lair of fox or hare. This was the
locality on the October nights in IA
it was Halloween, the night when
all fairies and good people are abroad
and on that night befell the happen
ing of our tale,
Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14

clean drink awaiting.
It is known to the good people who
among the living are friendly 20
them and who are not, To that end,
sometimes. the good people have
special friend among the living
whom they frequently confer with
and send messags of caution or pro-
lection to those kindly regarded.
They never hurt their friends and
often protect them from danger.
They never visit the homes Of those
unfriendly to them. They desire ST.
lonce and quiet at night, but are not
averse to necessary travel, only you
should not be out too late In certain
places-that is, near their favorite
haunts-and one should never whistle
at night in such localities.
Friends of the Good People"
One will not find it hard to locate
some of the friends Of the good
people" as they are known and
called; these friends, man or woman,
nv degrees take on a semi-mysteri-
Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14

a barrow or to push a plow. It is
necessary to learn the way and never
to despise work in whatever field it is
encountered.
You look higher-to intellectual
work. Some among you will restrain
yourselves to acquiring moderate
means for enjoying life. Others wish
to cultivate to a higher degree the
faculties of thought. Henceforth, I
can desire only one thing: to give
good advice.
We'll, try life!
L will cite the grec. speech of Soc
ates when judgment had been passed
Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14

provided for, too, and they don't ask
much" Two requirements are ad-
visable: have your house swept clean
at night and all your dishes and
plate clean, and leave jug of water
On the table and a glass or a cup so
that when the good people are OH
their rounds, If they should call, they
will see evidence Of a welcome and
Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14

GUS air and assume an Importance
out of the ordinary. They will
whisper a warning about so and so
who had better be careful of what
he says" or they will let it be
known, possibly as a great secret,
that II so and so the other night
had not been protected by some Of
the good people he would maybe
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were very naughty formerly and we
did not do always what we ought to
do. Oh, well, our professors have an
ungrateful task. They try to fix
ideas in the mind of young people
who have no desire to learn. / beg
Of you to look upon them as upon
fathers, big brothers, like men who
could have for you only the best sem
timents. For them ask nothing.
The great and beautiful French
University has been magnifcently
developed since I sat on a school
Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14

upon him, He had been condemned
to death. He did not pronounce a
discourse justifying himself. No,
But he said, "The time has come for
me to reenter into Silence. We are
going to part forever, l to die, Won
to live. and only the gods know
which shall have the better part"
My dear children, we are going to
part; to die and you to live the
life Of Frenchmen. You can do it
by working, by ceaseless effort, by
becoming men.
Yes, my dear friends. doubtless I
shall never see again your lyceum,
but you will live in my thought, in
my memory.
Forget me! Roll up your sleeves
and, face your destiny!
Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14

as the renowned Father Tom Burke
once said, 'ATell a secret to an old
woman In Ireland and pledge her by
all that is good and holy never to
breathe word of it to a living soul
and the stones Of the road will know
it next day at 12 O'clock" And at
almost every etep of the way in Ire
land one can find a. man or woman
Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14

remembers that he has been called
the bird of wisdom he wishes to say
to you one precise word that he
would like you to take away.
It is very beautiful to throw ones
self upon the enemy, to leave all
those whom one loves, all those
whom one cherishes. But there is
another kind of courage; 1t is the
tranquil courage of the scholar who
means to learn, who disregards wea-
riness in acquiring the lessons of
his professor in order to apply them
Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14

those hills, so small but big enough,
sir" and the idealistic hooks and
shades for lovers made along the
whole country side. And then the
forts; ah, there is where the
fairies dwell, and one must be care
full not to disturb them.
So much so is this idea observed
that never in ireland will you find
Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14

then the fates willed otherwise.
We have been attacked, and 1 am
going to make my confession to you.
did not believe in the final victory.
I knew that all the young men of
France were going to sacrifice their
blood I hoped that the old ones
would have their turn. I told my
self that, as at Waterloo, the enemy
was too numerous, and was not
sure that our allies would arrive in
time.
Frenchmen, before help came,
Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14

swered the Pope calmly. II am
making him the first chamberlain,
and the other four can remain"
Rain or shine, Plus spends the
middle Of the afternoon in the Vati.
can gardens, which he finds very re-
stricted for his athletic tastes. He
is driven into the garden in the
papal carriage, escorted by roval
guard, and at the esplanade of the
Madonna of Lourdes leaves the car
riage and walks for an hour.
1t is said that the first afternoon
the Pope started for the gardens the
coachman asked, Where do Won
wish to go?"
ITO the Madonna of Lourdes"
Plus answered.
The query and answer were re-
peated the second afternoon. On
the third day. when the coachman
again asked the direction, Plus an
swered:
But where can I tell you to goe
We can't drive around Rome. There
are only two paths; must + repeat
the same directions every dayr''
Edwin Arlington Robin son, who
has just received the Pulitzer prize
for the best volume Of verse pub-
lished in 1921, WAS honored again
when Yale University awarded him
the degree Of doctor Of letters.
Edgar A. Mowrer, author of "Im-
mortal Italy" recently reviewed in
the Book Section, has lived for a
number OF years in Rome. He has
been Italian correspondent for one
of the largest papers in the United
States. and has been in close touch
with all phases of the Italian situa.
tion. During the war he served as
correspondent on the Italian front.
Recently he had been at Genoa OH
serving the work of the conference
there.
Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14

Old Hill of lkillalea.
The old hill of Killalea is not sur
passed in Ireland. 1t rises gradually
from the western end of the golden
vale Cor, as some have it, golden
vein) and sloping SO little as to be
scarcely noticeable till in the course
Of two or three miles it attains an
eminence Of some eight to nine hun
dred feet over the valley below.
The land here is very rich and in
the fall CT the year. especially after
the hoar frost of the morning is dis
sipated by the sun. no more charm
ing scene could be presented to the
eye; there, assuredly, the grass grows
green.
Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14
By P. J. O'kEEFE

- HERE are fairies in Ireland;
of that no doubt exists, and
as the particular local folk
lore goes these fairies are of different
type. but they are generally held to
be of diminutive size with a red cap,
elflike feature, so nimble that no OBJ
stacle can obstruct them and with
rowing happy disposition. It is a
rare, almost a lifetime, event when
they are seen at all, and hardly ever
save in night time But in some
more rare parts are found other spe-
cies of the elusive tribe, and these
are known as "the good people"
There is quite a distinction in the
reference and type, for the good peo-
pie are more nearly akin in form
and manner to ordinary humanity
with a current, almost controlling,
disposition to indulge in all sorts of
games. pastimes and athletic sports
and especially given to the horse and
chase.
one thing is certain that in almost
any part Of the old dear green isle
one will be told tale after tale and
story after story at the flreside of
happenings OF the good people. Nor
are such stories ever told with levity;
by no means. If there is anything
sacred to the Celt, apart from their
religion or love Of family and home,
It is their love and reverence for the
dead.
Travel with them as you will and
where you may and ever YOU will
find the Irishman lift his hat as he
passes by the graveyard, and their
tender devotion to the departed as
the coffin is lowered to its last rest
ing place is proverbial. typical and
solemn A frequent remark in Ire
land, as some reference is made to
some old friend Of the past. is, We'll,
God be with the dead"
The Banshee Still Cries.
You will be told, too, Of many a
happening or circumstance connected
with such or such a family when
death hovers near. For instance, in
one family when a member Is to die
can be heard the cry Of the banshee,
a lonely wall, weird and desolate; In
another the sure sign OF approach
ing death is the cry of the dog in the
air; in another q carriage and
horses are heard along the roadway
and a knock comes to the door. only
to find when the door is opened that
no horse or carriage or person is
there, and in still another that the
night preceding the death call most
surely finds any looking glass or
mirror in the house clouded and
sometimes as though a face looked
out from the glass.
II you would have the good people
friendly to you then one must take
care to be kindly to them. AS it is
said, Sure the good people must be
Albuquerque morning journal., 1922-09-14
Old Hill of Killalea.

ready with a legend of the good
people.
The Washington times., 1922-05-28

was nv friend namen the way of little quick money
He told me about friend of his who had friend manager
of Western Union But bless your heart just laughed
out loud at that. ~ ,
why, said !, it, ridiculous. It's graft That's
lust wirc.tappng You u make cent at thai, SIR
Oscar-except few dollars first. convincer. You
ose instead know, for have woman friend who mas
told me all about it..
"WeL of course he thanked me-he is an old English
man. you know with beard. And, of course Miss Tracy
thanked me for telling her, too. If you hadn told me,
said she might have squandered all OF my quarter
income on this miserable swinde.
"I too said Sir Tracy-he's a fine old gentleman,
isn't it shockng Isn't it utterly outrageous that such
swindes are allowed in these free United States'
"Well that was settled 1t happened so queery just
three days after that Sir Oscar received letter from
sick friend of his in Colorado It's the chance of
nv life said he. This friend Of mine is i-very ill
and he 3 got to sell out his gold mine He's mining
The Washington times., 1922-05-28
By Mrs. Margaret Hin
CHAPTER TX.
EContinued from Last Sundoy)

Continued from Last Sunddy)
n 1914 Great Britain Rights Reserved
VAST Sunday endeavored to impress upon my readers
the utter ruin which inevitably overwhems the
H persistent of drugs. The women of the stage
Of the movies and the criminal Underworld are not the
only slaves of DOPE Sometimes the victim comes from
the very top circles Of wealth and social standing.
Perhaps the story of the wrecked life of the charming
Sally Cowen will teach the lesson well any can
think of and make it plain that the of drug slavery
ruins the high as well the low and brings all victims to
equal degradation
I knew Sally Cowen ntimatey-not while she was
a beautiful society belle in Baltimore and Washing
tom but after she had begun to sink to the depths OF the
Underworld.
Pretty Sally Cowen the daughter Of former pres
ident of the great Baltimore and Ohio Railroad She IN
herited something like three million dollars from her
father estate-bu she died in poverty, and friends paid
her board bill and funeral expenses
Little Sally brought up like princess President
John K Cowen surrounded his family with all that wealth
could supply Salys mother was Helen Woods one OF
the social leaders Of Baltimore President Cowen had
Summer place former President Cleveland Summer
home in Massachusetts, and she peted favorite of
Mr. Cleveland and the distinguished Summer residents OF
the colony.
Sally was only hiryth years old when she died in
poverty in the little Hotel Maryland in West Fortyninh
street New York City, recently She had had romance
and had married a man named Monson of New Haven
son of Setired capitalist
But their life together was unhappy; divorce fol-
bowed Says father died and the young woman with her
inherited fortune fell into the gay life of New York
The eyes of the vures of the Underworld are always
alert for such figure Sally Monson. She was watched
and cultivated and petted and taught to drugs Once
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engineer, you know. He can't stand the work. But
mine has been assayed, and it turns out ton of gold
the square foot -
"Yes, " said, "the old 'sick-engineer' trick
"Wel, Sally continued, Sir Oscar read me the ent
letter And it seemed such a good thing. The sha
were all up the mine was all opened but it couldn't
en- because the poor engineer sick he couldn't
his head from his camp pillow out there in the West
II tell you what said Miss Tracy to me, I'm go
to put of that quarterly allowance of mine that y
saved from losing that swinde in this gold mine
"By this time, Margaret, was thinking it might BE-
good thing for myself. You see, thought wouldn't it
fine if my father daughter should make some good
vcstments. after ALL and multiply the money he left
was that could quadruple anything put into II
mine in year. So made up my mind it was the or
thing for me to do. In fact did we all, Hell
Tracy, Sir Oscar and l.
1T wasn't week after that before boardedt
train for Colorado We got off at Denver; took bran
train; rode for several hundred miles into the mountt
country. Then took mules and rode twenty by m,
back Margaret, twenty miles by muleback is tweu
hundred by limousine! Oh, Margaret
Sally stood up and stretched herself, as though
still ached-as guess she did-from the results of tt
mule ride
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The "Poor, Dear, Sick
Engineer" and His Pitiful St0rV

WELL toward evening of the same day arrived
that desoate mining camp, and the poor dear, 81
engineer. He lay in little eanto his bed The bts
kets gray and too clean; he was deathly pa
and he coughed almost all the time.
'He Jack Ramsay. of Canton, Massachusetts,. j.,
went in he raised himself on his elbow i m sorry
can get up said he in hoarse whisper. j cough
much each day get pretty weak by night
Margaret, sorry for the poor young fellb'
He pointed to the wall where hung diploma 'Yes,I
said there is my diploma from the Massachusetts, Ins
tute of Technology Yes graduated there in the scho
of engineering. But all want now-all l wants to !
home to die This mine looked pretty good to me wh
I came here two years ago But now'-cough-cou
cough-'but all ask is to be sent back home;'
Gods country to pass away in a decent bed
Poor chap, he was so i'll that night we arrived
did what could for him, and the next morning his fer
showed the place He a great tss
shall forget him. he stood silhoueted against II
sky, with hand his hip his legs spread far apa,
talking to us, right out of his heart
''Yes said he principally to me-you see he knR
that father the famous railroad president and
did not know that had lost much of my money as
haveyes, lady, the old bonanza here Black Bess,
call this mine of ours is my baby. out here wi
Ramsay, and together fought the wilderness. y
fought the cold and the elements; fought with the he
to make them stick; fought with hunger and thirst ar
hardship. For two terrible years fought. And the
after these years up found the gold. This mil
it is life our love, baby our religion We kne
that Old Bess bless her. the best gold mine in tn
here sovereign State of Colorado But then-for my po
young friend Ramsay-t too late The hard Ii
had laid him low. And without funds. So v
tried to interest Eastern capital
Rot they say to us, or else sell outright! The
wanted the mine but they knew tight place and the
didn't want to give us what Old Bess worth-O
Bess God bless her. that had toed till she
like our hear: blood. Then we heard of Sir Oscar
made him a proposition. lie came tout: Lady-adi
and gentlemen-if you buy mine-or if you put
in it-use us fair Don take advantage Of the distre
of that dying boy in there! Make some money for you
selves-yes; but don t gobble us upr'
Sally paused the tears in her eyes. "He so sir
cere, said she "such next-tonature s heart Tn
tears cleaned in his eyes as he finished his plea"
"Oh, yes, of course, said l. And knew soon q
Sally had delivered to that Grafton which the roug
mining foreman had delivered to her. who of tn
crooks in this deal "Hoosicr""big man with an hor
est face els sincerest manner" drawling tones -
knew just would fit this description, and he wa
that prince Of grafters Roy McMuin known to the polio
as the Indiana Wonder 49,"
"Oh, yes said ] to Sally. honest working maj
wasn't kei' ~r
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The telegram sent from some place in Colorado
and l puzzled to know what had happened to the
girl Of course wired her to along and when her
train arrived took her my hotel and she started to tell
me this simple story:
Margaret" she began, maybe I've been robbed.
And maybe I've not been robbed Anyway don t know.
except that haven't got my money and can't find any
of them nor Jack Ramsay-poor sick Jack Ramsay-to
whom paid the fifty thousand dollars
"Who is Jack Ramsay" asked trying to straighten
out little of Sally 8 ncoherence.
"Why Jack is a sick engineer"-began Sally.
shook my head and sighed Those words sick engineer
instantly revealed it all to me.
Sally looked at me.
eco on Sally" urged wearily, "go on. Tell me.
Not that coudn tell your story myself right off But
tell it yourself, Sally 1t will ease your mind
Sally started to tell the story. She and
worried She sat about two inches Of the edge Of her
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Hill, the Famous ''Van
with the AristOcrats of the Cr
Millionaires Explains How
\ a Trusting Millionairess !
\ Was Drugged, Stripped of
Her Fortune and Ruined

Ie gesticulated with
MS frequently; she
st and furiously.
- said she, lit all
\ New York-at the
I was staying there
days after I came up
antic City. And l
a pretty little woman
so much in mind of
yaret. She knew how
and she was so In
in me. OF course, l
lbout how my mother
and how l was the
} all my father left. "
ooh, yes," said I,
"of course you told
her,"
"She said she
knew my father, the
railroad president.
l shall never forget
her words:
"'Don't tell me
you are the daugh-
ter of old President
Cowen. Well, l de.
clare, my mother
knew your father
well. They went to
school together
Sally caught for
her breath. $50,
you can see, there
was a bond between
US right off.
"Wel, a little
later she introduced
me to Sir Oscar
Gray-oh, she knew
very fine people, \
can tell you. Well,
we dined and rode
a lot together, and,
of course, when we
were with Sir Oscar
we spoke a great
deal of investments,
for they thought,
naturally, that l
would be interested
in investments.
Now Won know
Sir Oscar was an
Englishman. Oh,
yes, Margaret, dear
i nearly saved
him from b eing
taken Yes, I did,
at one of those
crook schemes. Re-
member you told me
all about that wire
tapping trick. Well,
poor Sir Oscar, be-
ing a foreigner,
though only Eng
lish, tn ough ht he
would put me and
Miss Tracy-th that