then we went to hear Emma Goldman at the Bronx Casino but the meeting was forbidden and the streets around were very crowded and there were moving vans moving through the crowd and they said the moving vans were full of cops with machineguns and there were little policedepartment. Fords with searchlights and they charged the crowd with the Fords and the searchlights every- body talked machineguns revolution civil liberty freedom of speech but occasionally somebody got into the way of a cop and was beaten up and shoved into a patrol wagon
and the cops were scared and they said they were calling out the fire department to disperse the crowd and every- body said it was an outrage and what about Washington and Jefferson and Patrick Henry?
afterwards we went to the Brevoort it was much nicer everybody who was anybody was there and there was Emma Goldman eating frankfurters and sauerkraut and everybody looked at Emma Goldman and at every- body else that was anybody and everybody was for peace and the coöperative commonwealth and the Russian revo- lution and we talked about red flags and barricades and suitable posts for machineguns
and we had several drinks and welsh rabbits and paid our bill and went home, and opened the door with a latchkey and put on pajamas and went to bed and it was comfortable in bed
Goodby Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square It's a long long way to Tipperary
WOMAN TRAPS HUSBAND WITH GIRL IN HOTEL
to such a task we can dedicate our lives and our fortunes, everything that we are, and everything that we have, with the pride of those who know
that the day has come when America is privileged to spend her blood and her might for the principles that gave her birth and happiness and the peace that she has treasured. God helping her she can do no other
It's a long way to Tipperary It's a long way to go It's a long way to Tipperary And the sweetest girl I know
four men in Evanston fined for killing birds
WILSON WILL FORCE DRAFT
food gamblers raise price of canned foods move for dry U S in war files charges when men ignore national air
JOFFRE ASKS TROOPS NOW
Mooney case incentive
Goodby Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square It's a long long way to Tipperary But my heart's right there.
HOUSE REFUSES TO ALLOW T R TO RAISE TROOPS
the American Embassy was threatened today with an attack by a mob of radical socialists led by Nicolai Lenin an exile who recently returned from Switzerland via Germany
ALLIES TWINE FLAGS ON TOMB OF WASHINGTON
Eleanor thought that things were very exciting that winter. She and J.W. went out a great deal together, to
all the French operas and to first nights. There was a little French restaurant where they ate hors d'oeuvres way east in Fiftysixth Street. They went to see French paintings in the galleries up Madison Avenue. J.W. began to get interested in art, and Eleanor loved going round with him because he had such a romantic manner about every- thing and he used to tell her she was his inspiration and that he always got good ideas when he'd been talking to her. They often talked about how silly people were who said that a man and a woman couldn't have a platonic friendship. They wrote each other little notes in French every day. Eleanor often thought it was a shame J.W. had such a stupid wife who was an invalid too, but she thought that the children were lovely and it was nice that they both had lovely blue eyes like their father.
She had an office now all by herself and had two girls working with her to learn the business and had quite a lot of work to do. The office was in the first block above Madison Square on Madison Avenue and she just had her own name on it. Eveline Hutchins didn't have anything to do with it any more as Dr. Hutchins had retired and the Hutchinses had all moved out to Santa Fe. Eveline sent her an occasional box of Indian curios or pottery and the watercolors the Indian children did in the schools, and Eleanor found they sold very well. In the afternoon she'd ride downtown in a taxi and look up at the Metropolitan Life tower and the Flatiron Building and the lights against the steely Manhattan sky and think of crystals and artificial flowers and gilt patterns on indigo and claret- colored brocade.
The maid would have tea ready for her and often there would be friends waiting for her, young architects or painters. There'd always be flowers, calla lilies with the texture of icecream or a bowl of freesias. She'd talk a while and before slipping off to dress for dinner. When J.W. phoned that he couldn't come she'd feel very bad.
If there was still anybody there who'd come to tea she'd ask him to stay and have potluck with her.
The sight of the French flag excited her always or when a band played Tipperary; and one evening when they were going to see The Yellow Jacket for the third time, she had on a new fur coat that she was wondering how she was going to pay for, and she thought of all the bills at her office and the house on Sutton Place she was remodeling on a speculation and wanted to ask J.W. about a thousand he'd said he'd invested for her and won- dered if there'd been any turnover yet. They'd been talk- ing about the air raids and poison gas and the effect of the war news downtown and the Bowmen of Mons and the Maid of Orleans and she said she believed in the supernatural, and J.W. was hinting something about re- verses on the Street and his face looked drawn and wor- ried; but they were crossing Times Square through the eighto'clock crowds and the skysigns flashing on and off. The fine little triangular men were doing exercises on the Wrigley sign and suddenly a grindorgah began to play The Marseillaise and it was too beautiful; she burst into tears and they talked about Sacrifice and Dedication and J.W. held her arm tight through the fur coat and gave the organgrinder man a dollar. When they got to the theater Eleanor hurried down to the ladies' room to see if her eyes had got red. But when she looked in the mirror they weren't red at all and there was a flash of heartfelt feeling in her eyes, so she just freshened up her face and went back up to the lobby, where J.W. was waiting for her with the tickets in his hand; her gray eyes were flash- ing and had tears in them.
Then one evening J.W. looked very worried indeed and said when he was taking her home from the opera where they'd seen Manon that his wife didn't under- stand their relations and was making scenes and threaten- ing to divorce him. Eleanor was indignant and said she
must have a very coarse nature not to understand that their relations were pure as driven snow. J.W. said she had and that he was very worried and he explained that most of the capital invested in his agency was his mother- in-law's and that she could bankrupt him if she wanted to, which was much worse than a divorce. At that Eleanor felt very cold and crisp and said that she would rather go out of his life entirely than break up his home and that he owed something to his lovely children. J.W. said she was his inspiration and he had to have her in his life and when they got back to Eighth Street they walked back and forth in Eleanor's white glittering drawing- room in the heavy smell of lilies wondering what could be done. They smoked many cigarettes but they couldn't seem to come to any decision. When J.W. left he said with a sigh, "She may have detectives shadowing me this very minute," and he went away very despondent.
After he'd gone Eleanor walked back and forth in front of the long Venetian mirror between the windows. She didn't know what to do. The decorating business was barely breaking even. She had the amortization to pay off on the house on Sutton Place. The rent of her apart- ment was two months overdue and there was her fur coat to pay for. She'd counted on the thousand dollars' worth of shares J.W. had said would be hers if he made the killing he expected in that Venezuela Oil stock. Something must have gone wrong or else he would have spoken of it. When Eleanor went to bed she didn't sleep. She felt very miserable and lonely. She'd have to go back to the drudgery of a department store. She was losing her looks and her friends and now if she had to give up J.W. it would be terrible. She thought of her colored maid Augustine with her unfortunate loves that she always told Eleanor about and she wished she'd been like that. Maybe she'd been wrong from the start to want every- thing so justright and beautiful. She didn't cry but she
lay all night with her eyes wide and smarting staring at the flowered molding round the ceiling that she could see in the light that filtered in from the street through her lavender tulle curtains.
A couple of days later at the office she was looking at some antique Spanish chairs an old furniture dealer was trying to sell her when a telegram came: DISAGREEABLE DEVELOPMENTS MUST SEE YOU INADVISABLE USE TELE- PHONE MEET ME TEA FIVE OCLOCK PRINCE GEORGE HOTEL It wasn't signed. She told the man to leave the chairs and when he'd gone stood a long time looking down at a pot of lavender crocuses with yellow pistils she had on her desk. She was wondering if it would do any good if she went out to Great Neck and talked to Gertrude Moore- house. She called Miss Lee who was making up some cur- tains in the other room and asked her to take charge of the office and that she'd phone during the afternoon.
She got into a taxi and went up to the Pennsylvania Station. It was a premature Spring day. People were walk- ing along the street with their overcoats unbuttoned. The sky was a soft mauve with frail clouds like milkweed floss. In the smell of furs and overcoats and exhausts and bundledup bodies came an unexpected scent of birchbark. Eleanor sat bolt upright in the back of the taxi driving her sharp nails into the palms of her graygloved hands. She hated these treacherous days when winter felt like Spring. They made the lines come out on her face, made everything seem to crumble about her, there seemed to be no firm footing any more. She'd go out and talk to Gertrude Moorehouse as one woman to another. A scandal would ruin everything. If she talked to her a while she'd make her realize that there had never been anything between her and J.W. A divorce scandal would ruin everything. She'd lose her clients and have to go into bankruptcy and the only thing to do would be to go back to Pullman to live with her uncle and aunt.
She paid the taximan and went down the stairs to the Long Island Railroad. Her knees were shaky and she felt desperately tired as she pushed her way through the crowd to the information desk. No, she couldn't get a train to Great Neck till 2:13. She stood in line a long time for a ticket. A man stepped on her foot. The line of people moved maddeningly slowly past the ticketwindow. When she got to the window it was several seconds before she could remember the name of the place she wanted a ticket for. The man looked at her through the window, with peevish shoebutton eyes. He wore a green eyeshade and his lips were too red for his pale face. The people behind were getting impatient. A man with a tweed coat and a heavy suitcase was already trying to brush past her. "Great Neck and return." As soon as she'd bought the ticket the thought came to her that she wouldn't have time to get out there and back by five o'clock. She put the ticket in her gray silk purse that had a little design in jet on it. She thought of killing herself. She would take the subway downtown and go up in the elevator to the top of the Woolworth Building and throw herself off.
Instead she went out to the taxistation. Russet sunlight was pouring through the gray colonnade, the blue smoke of exhausts rose into it crinkled like watered silk. She got into a taxi and told the driver to take her round Central Park. Some of the twigs were red and there was a glint on the long buds of beeches but the grass was still brown and there were piles of dirty snow in the gutters. A shivery raw wind blew across the ponds. The taximan kept talking to her. She couldn't catch what he said and got tired of making random answers and told him to leave her at the Metropolitan Art Museum. While she was pay- ing him a newsboy ran by crying "Extra!" Eleanor bought a paper for a nickel and the taximan bought a paper. "I'll be a sonova . . ." she heard the taximan exclaim, but she ran up the steps fast for fear she'd have to talk to him.
When she got in the quiet silvery light of the musuem she opened up the paper. A rancid smell of printer's ink came from it; the ink was still sticky and came off on her gloves.
DECLARATION OF WAR
A matter of hours now Washington Observers declare. German note thoroughly unsatisfactory.
She left the newspaper on a bench and went to look at the Rodins. After she'd looked at the Rodins she went to the Chinese wing. By the time she was ready to go down Fifth Avenue in the bus -- she felt she'd been spending too much on taxis -- she felt elated. All the way downtown she kept remembering the Age of Bronze. When she made out J.W. in the stuffy pinkish light of the hotel lobby she went towards him with a springy step. His jaw was set and his blue eyes were on fire. He looked younger than last time she'd seen him. "Well, it's come at last," he said. "I just wired Washington offering my services to the government. I'd like to see 'em try and pull a rail- road strike now.""It's wonderful and terrible," said Eleanor. "I'm trembling like a leaf."
They went to a little table in the corner behind some heavy draperies to have tea. They had hardly sat down before the orchestra started playing The Star-Spangled Banner, and they had to get to their feet. There was great bustle in the hotel. People kept running about with fresh editions of the papers, laughing and talking loud. Per- fect strangers borrowed each other's newspapers, chatted about the war, lit cigarettes for each other.
"I have an idea, J.W.," Eleanor was saying, holding a piece of cinnamontoast poised in her pointed fingers, "that if I went out and talked to your wife as one woman to another, she'd understand the situation better. When I was decorating the house she was so kind and we got along famously."
"I have offered my services to Washington," said Ward. "There may be a telegram at the office now. I'm sure that Gertrude will see that it is her simple duty."
"I want to go, J.W.," said Eleanor. "I feel I must go."
"Don't do anything hasty, Eleanor."
"No, I feel I must . . . I could be a very good nurse . . . I'm not afraid of anything; you ought to know that, J.W."
The orchestra played The Star-Spangled Banner again; Eleanor sang some of the chorus in a shrill little treble voice. They were too excited to sit still long and went over to J.W.'s office in a taxi. The office was in great excitement. Miss Williams had had a flagpole put up in the center window and was just raising the flag on it. Eleanor went over to her and they shook hands warmly. The cold wind was rustling the papers on the desk and typewritten pages were sailing across the room but nobody paid any attention. Down Fifth Avenue a band was com- ing near playing Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here. All along office windows were brightly lit, flags were slap- ping against their poles in the cold wind, clerks and stenographers were leaning out and cheering, dropping out papers that sailed and whirled in the bitter eddying wind.
"It's the Seventh Regiment," somebody said and they all clapped and yelled. The band was clanging loud under the window. They could hear the tramp of the militia- men's feet. All the automobiles in the stalled traffic tooted their horns. People on the tops of the busses were waving small flags. Miss Williams leaned over and kissed Eleanor on the cheek. J.W. stood by looking out over their heads with a proud smile on his face.
After the band had gone and traffic was running again they put the window down and Miss Williams went
around picking up and arranging loose papers. J.W. had a telegram from Washington accepting his services on the Public Information Committee that Mr. Wilson was gathering about him and said he'd leave in the morning. He called up Great Neck and asked Gertrude if he could come out to dinner and bring a friend. Gertrude said he might and that she hoped she'd be able to stay up to see them. She was excited by the warnews but she said the thought of all that misery and slaughter gave her horrible pains in the back of the head.
"I have a hunch that if I take you out to dinner at Gertrude's everything will be all right," he said to Eleanor. "I'm rarely wrong in my hunches."
"Oh, I know she'll understand," said Eleanor.
As they were leaving the office they met Mr. Robbins in the hall. He didn't take his hat off or the cigar out of his mouth. He looked drunk. "What the hell is this, Ward?" he said. "Are we at war or not?"
"If we're not we will be before morning," said J.W.
"It's the goddamnedest treason in history," said Mr. Robbins. "What did we elect Wilson for instead of Old Fuzzywhiskers except to keep us out of the goddam mess?"
"Robbins, I don't agree with you for a minute," said J.W. "I think it's our duty to save . . ." But Mr. Rob- bins had disappeared through the office door leaving a strong reek of whisky behind him. "I'd have given him a piece of my mind," said Eleanor, "if I hadn't seen that he was in no condition."
Driving out to Great Neck in the Pierce Arrow it was thrilling. A long red afterglow lingered in the sky. Cross- ing the Queensboro Bridge with the cold wind back of them was like flying above lights and blocks of houses and the purple bulk of Blackwell's Island and the steam- boats and the tall chimneys and the blue light of power- plants. They talked of Edith Cavell and airraids and flags
and searchlights and the rumble of armies advancing and Joan of Arc. Eleanor drew the fur robe up to her chin and thought about what she'd say to Gertrude Moore- house.
When they got to the house she felt a little afraid of a scene. She stopped in the hall to do up her face with a pocketmirror she had in her bag.
Gertrude Moorehouse was sitting in a long chair be- side a crackling fire. Eleanor glanced around the room and was pleased at how lovely it looked. Gertrude Moore- house went very pale when she saw her. "I wanted to talk to you," said Eleanor. Gertrude Moorehouse held out her hand without getting up. "Excuse me for not getting up, Miss Stoddard," she said, "but I'm absolutely prostrated by the terrible news."
"Civilization demands a sacrifice . . . from all of us," said Eleanor.
"Of course it is terrible what the Huns have done, cutting the hands off Belgian children and all that," said Gertrude Moorehouse.
"Mrs. Moorehouse," said Eleanor. "I want to speak to you about this unfortunate misunderstanding of my rela- tions with your husband . . . Do you think I am the sort of woman who could come out here and face you if there was anything in these horrible rumors? Our relations are pure as driven snow."
"Please don't speak of it, Miss Stoddard. I believe you."
When J.W. came in they were sitting on either side of the fire talking about Gertrude's operation. Eleanor got to her feet. "Oh, I think it's wonderful of you, J.W."
J.W. cleared his throat and looked from one to the other.
"It's little less than my duty," he said.
"What is it?" asked Gertrude.
"I have offered my services to the government to serve
in whatever capacity they see fit for the duration of the war.""Not at the front," said Gertrude with a startled look.
"I'm leaving for Washington tomorrow . . . Of course I shall serve without pay."
"Ward, that's noble of you," said Gertrude. He walked over slowly until he stood beside her chair, then he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "We must all make our sacrifices . . . My dear, I shall trust you and your mother . . ."
"Of course, Ward, of course . . . It's all been a silly misunderstanding." Gertrude flushed red. She got to her feet. "I've been a damn suspicious fool . . . but you mustn't go to the front, Ward. I'll talk mother around" . . . She went up to him and put her hands on his shoul- ders. Eleanor stood back against the wall looking at them. He wore a smoothfitting tuxedo. Gertrude's salmon- colored teagown stood out against the black. His light hair was ashgray in the light from the crystal chandelier against the tall ivorygray walls of the room. His face was in shadow and looked very sad. Eleanor thought how little people understood a man like that, how beautiful the room was, like a play, like a Whistler, like Sarah Bern- hardt. Emotion misted her eyes.
"I'll join the Red Cross," she said. "I can't wait to get to France."
U. S. AT WAR
UPHOLD NATION CITY'S CRY Over there Over there
at the annual meeting of the stockholders of the Colt Patent Firearms Manufacturing Company a $2,500,000 melon was cut. The present capital stock was increased. The profits for the year were 259 per cent
JOYFUL SURPRISE OF BRITISH The Yanks are coming We're coming o-o-o-ver
PLAN LEGISLATION TO KEEP COLORED PEOPLE FROM WHITE AREAS
many millions paid for golf about Chicago Hindu agi- tators in nationwide scare Armour Urges U. S. Save Earth From Famine
ABUSING FLAG TO BE PUNISHED
Labor deputies peril to Russia acts have earmarks of dis- honorable peace London hears
BILLIONS FOR ALLIES
And we won't come home Till it's over over there.
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there were priests and nuns on the Espagne the Atlantic was glassgreen and stormy covers were clamped on the portholes and all the decklights were screened and you couldn't light a match on deck
but the stewards were very brave and said the Boche wouldn't sink a boat of the Compagnie Generale anyway,
because of the priests and nuns and the Jesuits and the Comité des Forges promising not to bombard the Bassin de la Brieye where the big smelters were and stock in the company being owned by the Prince de Bourbon and the Jesuits and the priests and nuns anyhow everybody was very brave except for Colonel and Mrs. Knowlton of the American Red Cross who had waterproof coldproof submarineproof suits like eskimosuits and they wore them and they sat up on deck with the suits all blown up and only their faces showing and there were firstaid kits in the pockets and in the belt there was a waterproof container with milkchocolate and crackers and maltedmilk tablets
and in the morning you'd walk round the deck and there would be Mr. Knowlton blowing up Mrs. Knowlton or Mrs. Knowlton blowing up Mr. Knowlton
the Roosevelt boys were very brave in stiff visored new American army caps and sharpshooter medals on the khaki whipcord and they talked all day about We must come in We must come in
as if the war were a swimming pool
and the barman was brave and the stewards were brave they'd all been wounded and they were very glad that they were stewards and not in the trenches
and the pastry was magnificent
at last it was the zone and a zigzag course we sat
quiet in the bar and then it was the mouth of the Gironde and a French torpedoboat circling round the ship in the early pearl soft morning and the steamers following the little patrolboat on account of the minefields the sun was rising red over the ruddy winegrowing land and the Gironde was full of freighters and airplanes in the sun and battleships
the Garonne was red it was autumn there were barrels of new wine and shellcases along the quays in front of the grayfaced houses and the masts of stocky sailboats packed in against the great red iron bridge
at the Hotel of the Seven Sisters everybody was in mourning but business was brisk on account of the war and every minute they expected the government to come down from Paris
up north they were dying in the mud and the trenches but business was good in Bordeaux and the winegrowers and the shipping agents and the munitionsmakers crowded into the Chapon Fin and ate ortolans and mushrooms and truffles and there was a big sign
MEFIEZ-VOUS les oreilles enemies vous icoutent
red wine twilight and yellowgravelled squares edged with winebarrels and a smell of chocolate in the park gray statues and the names of streets
Street of Lost Hopes, Street of the Spirit of the Laws, Street of Forgotten Footsteps
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