The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 244, Ed. 1 Wednesday, May 17, 1916 Page: 3 of 4
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NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
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REBIRTH
By CLARENCE STROUD.
"But I could never have made her
happy!"
The words rang in the child's ears
as ft someone had spoken them. He
sat up in his cot, trembling with fear
of the unknown. The dark was ter-
rifying. He screamed.
Then footsteps sounded in the room,
& blaze of light was switched on. and a
pair of loved arms encircled him and
drew his head down to a warm breast.
"What was the matter, honey?"
"I don't know, mummy," he stam-
mered.
Gradually the sobs subsided. After
a while the little boy seemed to sleep.
Rut he was not asleep; his little brain
was working hard and trying to re-
member.
He knew that he loved his mother
beyond all power of words and
thoughts. He was a good child, docile,
obedient, the pride of both his parents.
John and Margaret Milrand had been
married twelve years before the boy
came to them. At first they had not
been altogether happy. Margaret had
been engaged before to Alfred Symons,
who was killed in the railroad wreck a
week before his wedding day. Mar-
garet had been heartbroken.
It was three years before she could
bring herself to listen to John Mil-
rand's addresses. But she knew that
it is absurd to devote all one's life to
grief for the dead. She had a wom-
an's desire for children. She told John
frankly that she could never love him
as she should.
"I will teach you to love me, dear,"
said John.
So they were married. But they were
not happy till the boy came. John had
same providence which, watching over
him, had turned the errors of his life
into advantages, had intervened to pre-
vent this tragedy, In order that Mar-
garet might preserve her own ideal-
ism.
Yet their love had been too strong
not to produce results. There was an
imperishable part of their life. But
what it was the dead man could not
discover.
At last, however, the meaning
dawned on him.
"It was maternal love on Margaret's
part," he thought. "She is a woman
made for motherhood. If she had a
child . .
"But I could never have made her j
The little boy was half dreaming, j Fantastic Initiation of New York College Boy
while his mother moved in the next |
He was striving with all his
room.
new little brain to recollect the imme-
morial past. He had visions for which
nothing in his present existence could
possibly account. He seemed to havo
suffered agonizing pain, to have had
the breath crushed out of him beneath
an awful weight. And mingled with it
there came a woman's face, which, in-
deed, he had often seen in his dreams.
The boy puzzled.
Then it seemed^to him that he re-
verted to a day when all these troubles
were ended. A wonderful peace en-
veloped him. A rest such as was unbe*
lievable after that awful torment. And
at the portals he seemed to hear a
woman's cry:
"My love, come back to me!"
He hesitated; and then, oppressed
by that alien grief, he turned sadly
away. The call was like some noble
note upon an organ, a diapason that
filled all space.
He felt himself sinking into uncon-
sciousness. That was all he remem-
bered.
Now he slept, and tha phantoms of
his brain, already fading, troubled him
no more. With his flushed face upon
his arm he rested, while his parents
stood by his bedside.
John slipped his arm around Mar-
garet's waist.
"Do you feel as I do, that ho has
brought us together?" he asked.
"Yes, dear," said Margaret.
NEW YORK.—There is an elm tree on Seventh avenue near the corner ol
One Hundred and Twenty-eighth street. Around the elm tree is a puddla
In some places the puddle may be six inches deep. Oblivious of snow, sloet
and rain, a chubby youth sat b) that
puddle on a recent morning fishing.
His feet were clad in largo shoes in n
state of partial decay. His eyes were
obscured by a tattered brown hat and
his shirt was rod. He had no collar,
but eleven yards of bright red ribbon
wore wound about his neck.
At his right was an alarm clock;
nt his left one of those unhygienic
vessels which adorn the lobbies of
cheap hotels. Ever and anon he gazed
anxiously at the alarm clock, and Qflg Qf IfCSrPjfrtl'gCT
every five minutes he spat into the cuspidor. It was the hour for early church-
goers. So many of them stopped to see what kind of fish he was catching that
Patrolman Hartwig strolled up to see what the crowd was doing. Patrolman
Gabel joined him.
"Whatche doing?" said Hartwig.
The chubby youth was silent.
"What's yer name?"
Still the sphinxlike silence.
"Come along with us then, and well soon show you what you're doing."
He was George Edward Peppis, eighteen, a sophomore in the College of
the City of New York. At eight o'clock in the morning he had reported, as 1 and were n profitable possession of
per instructions, at the chapter house of the Tau Delta Phi fraternity. There
he had been dressed up, bundled into an automobile and taken to Seventh
avenue, where he had been left with instructions not to stir or speak until
the boys came back for him. He was also instructed to violate the municipal
health ordinance every five minutes.
"What kind of a stunt do you call that?" asked the lieutenant
"Getting initiated," replied.
"Sure, I call it disorderly conduct," said the lieutenant
••And you have learned to love me at |y|jnneap0|js Chinaman Makes Midnight Music I sufficient remains to show what I.eb-
' anon must have been in the old days;
JY|INNEAPOLIS.—Charley Wing is a Chinese who loves music. He loves 11 a mockery, no doubt, of their ancient
last
"With all my heart, John."
"And forgotten—him?" MINNEAPOLIS.—Charley Wing is a Chinese who loves music. He loves 11
Margaret looked her husband in the W* so much he stays up nights to play his two-string fiddle. He also owns a
eyes. "You must believe me. dear," laundry. Like a thrifty Chinese, he does not allow his music to interfere with
che said. "He means nothing to me at bis business, but the neighborhood
all—nothing. He has meant nothing knows. And every frequenter of
since the boy was born. It seems as Franklin avenue and Fifteenth street
if, with his birth Alfred slipped out of at midnight and the wee hours of the
my mind and memory." morning also knows.
Her husband kissed her, and Just 1 When the wash is on the line
then the child opened his eyes sleep- | Charley plays.
ily. And, as they fixed themselves up- To save light he usually sits in
on the mother, suddenly Margaret trout of the laundry's big plate-glass
knew. 1 window, which faces the strong arc
(Copyright, 1916, by W. O. Chapman.) i light on the Bloomington transfer
I point So the kite travelers also know.
"Yes, dear," said Margaret
failed in his endeavor, and he knew
that Margaret wept for her dead lover
in secret. However, he was good to
her, and with the tardy birth of the
boy a new affection seemed to grow
up between them.
It seemed indeed to Margaret that
this new tie to life had put the past out
of her mind. Once she awakened to
the realization that her dead lover was
forgotten. At first she blamed herself
for her forgetfulness. and then she was
glad. The past was" past, and Alfred
must take his place with all that had
been before John Milrand came into
her life. *
Alfred Symons did not know he was
dead for several days after the fatality.
His mind had been full of the ap-
proaching meeting with his sweet-
heart, and of the wedding. Then he
was conscious of the sudden, awful
shock—and blankness followed, so far
as external conditions were concerned.
But his mind, which is not of the
brain, though it works through the
brain, was ceaselessly at work. He
lived, if the term may be used of a
disembodied entity, in a state of de-
lirium. He did not know who he was.
or what it was that troubled him, or
why his existence had dwindled down
to this point of feverish unrest and
stupefaction. He did not dream that
his body lay beneath a thousand tons
of rock that had fallen upon the ex-
press and buried it at the bottom of
the gulch, with all its human freight.
It was a long time afterward when
he suddenly remembered his personal-
ity. Then where was he? In a mad-
house? On a sickbed? The next thing
he recalled was Margaret's name, and
now he was able to connect it with
his troubles. Margaret—yes! The
meaning of the word flashed through
his mind. He was to have married her.
It was just then that he discovered
he was no longer in corporal form.
He was dead, und he could never
marry her. For a much longer period
—years, in fact, he occupied himself
in putting things together, in the way
the dead do befora they are qualified
to enter into paradise. This might
have been different, but—it was with
a divine purpose that it had happened.
This act, which had been so costly to
the body had been so fruitful to the
soul. Gradually the disharmonies of
life adjusted themselves, in spite of
the grief of Margaret, which reached
him as a disturbing influence, and at
last the day came when he understood
and remembered all.
And he knew now, in the light of his
clearer insight, that he could never
have made Margaret happy. Their
temperaments were too ill-adjusted. It
had been mistafc* and delusion on both
sides. Margaret bad Idealized him, and
he her. Marriage would have been the
ghastliest of all mistakes. And the
STRICT RULES FOR STUDENTS ^midnight to 2 a. in. are his
! favorite practicing hours. Ordinarily it is the violin, but on special occasions
Charley has a weird oriental makeshift made of bamboo and bits of snakeskin,
and called In Chinese parlance the "geeyzin," which he plays.
Charley's music is of the low, haunting kind and little disturbs the night,
but close neighbors who enjoy the full force of the serenade have come to
recognize the shrieking sounds wherein the Chinese finds his music, and are
said to have remonstrated loudly at the new school of music.
m
HE cedar forests which
once clothed the sea-
ward slopes of the Sy-
rian highlands were the
"glory of Lebanon." But
the remnant of those
primeval forests which
supplied timber for
Babylonian temples
Hiram, the Phoenician king, are only
n sad reminder of a glory that has de-
parted.
The cedars have loBt their claim to
be the pride of Lebanon; barren gran-
deur and beauty of color are in these
days the leading characteristics of
these delightful mountains, for naked
rock and sterile scree now reign
where once dark forests thrived. Yet
Sabbath Observance at Harvard Cerv
turies Ago Was Severe, According
to the Modern Idea.
In "The Story of Harvard," Mr. Ar
thur Stanwood Pier gives an account
of the strict regulations formerly set
down for the guidance of the Harvard
undergraduates by the president and
the fellows of the corporation. The
old laws. Intended to enforce upon the
undergraduates a more religious and
studious life, would be considered re-
pressive and tyrannical today.
"All the scholars shall, at sunset in
the evening preceding the Lord's day,
retire to their chambers and not un-
necessarily leave them; and all dis-
order on said evening shall be pun-
ished as violations of the Sabbath are
. . . And whosoever shall profane
said day—the Sabbath—by unneces
sary business or visiting, walking in
the commons or in the streets or fields,
in the town of Cambridge, or by any
sort of diversion before sunset, or
that in the evening of the Lord's day
shall behave himself disorderly, or in
any way unbecoming the season, shall
be fined not exceeding ten shillings.
"That students may furnish them
selves with useful learning, they shall
keep in their respective chambers, and
diligently follow their studies, except
half an hour at breakfast; at dinner
for from twelve to two; and after eve-
ning prayers till after nine of the
clock. Td that end the tutors shall fre-
quently visit their chambers after nino
o'clock in the evening and at other
studying times, to quicken them to
their business."
It does not seem that under such a
system of vigilance and visitation tho
students could fall into very dissolute
ways. But a few years later George
Whitefield, the famous Hangelist who
so stirred up New England, visited
Harvard college, and expressed his dis
pleasure at the dissipated habits of
Philadelphia Church Is
P
Built of Grindstones
Hagerman streets, marked tho completion of the only church edifice in the
world built of worn-out grindstones and finished a chapter of self-sacrifice
on the part of the pastor in securing
enough stones to finish tho building.
The pastor is Rev. George W.
Tryon. It was through his own per-
sonal sacrifice that the church was
mad© possible and a building erected
large enough to accommodate the
greatly increasing number of mem-
bers. With hip boots and pick and
shovel the hustling pastor, in water
to his knees, helped dig the old grind-
stones which had been burled for sev-
eral years under great piles of dirt.
The stones, which were used for the grinding of saws, were thrown to one
side after they no longer were of use in the business to lie in a waste pile until
Mr. Tryon, seeing that the available stones would not complete the structure,
proceeded to locate the buried stones and thereby finished his church.
It required approximately 2,500 grindstones to complete the edifice, and
all the hauling and the setting of the stones was done under the direct super-
vision of the pastor, who attended to the operation every day in order that the
best materials would be placed in the structure.
m
Argumedo's Big Bale of Money (Mex.) Is Found
NEW YORK.—When Deputy Sheriff Sinnott opened the safety deposit com-
partment In the Woolworth building leased by former Gov. Abel O. Argu-
medo of Yucatan, a bale of Mexican paper money fell out It was so large
Sinnott was unable to lift it. The
deputy sherifT was armed with an
order to search the compartment for
enough cash to satisfy a judgment for
$472,000, American money, obtained
against Argumedo by the Yucatan gov-
ernment, it being alleged that when
Argumedo fled from the country sev-
,« tt i i i : eral months ago he took the war chest
the young men. Ho declared conditions ... .
* A c J u him.
at Oxford were no worse—a charge so a. .. . . . _ . .
, . .. ... j ii *. k in i Sinnott expected to find much
damaging that it greatly disturbed and i ,A . * . . .
. .. ,. ... „ gold, as it had been said the former
incensed the college authorities.— .
v ., r . governor had changed much paper Into
ou 1 8 ompan on' | metal when he reached Havana, but the deputy found only bills, tied In small
packages, which were roped together in a big bale.
The bills had been issued by various banks and by the government. Some
were good, otheni nearly worthless. When the bundle had been hoisted to a
table, an expert on Mexican money was called in and three hours were devoted
to counting the bills and establishing their worth. The expert placed tho
cot; 1 value at $80,000 to J00.000. In Mexican it would figure up to about
$500,000, he said.
Disillusioned.
"If women ran this country there
couldn't be any war," remarked the
feminist.
"Uraph!"
"You don't seem much impressed.'
"No, I'm not. I was once a specta-
tor in a convention hall where lha
Daughters of the American Revolution
were trying to elect a president."—Ex-
change.
The Richest Country.
As between Great Britain, France
and Germany, regarding the matter
of wealth, the palm belongs to Eng-
land. France comes next, with Ger-
many close after her. The other na-
tions are far behind the big threa
menticned.
A steamship which recently made the port of Fan Francisco reports having
sailed in a sea of pumice, near Sydney, New South Wales, about January 6.
Apparently the material had been cast up by a submarine volcanic outbreak,
and chunks ranging in size from that of a marble to a plug hat were thrown on
deck by the waves. The vessel was several hours in passing through the
affected region.
In Japan devilfish weighing up to 200 pounds are sometimes caught.
These flElh are amphibious; they are often seen wabbling on their tentacles
like spiders, in search of patches of sweet potatoes. The natives kill them
with clubs. In the water they are caught in jars lowered to the bottom, which
the octopus enters, thinking them a good retreat from which to catch his food.
splendor, but on the other hand an
interesting relic and a valuable heri-
tage. Living trees such as these,
which their most sanguine admirers
claim to have been contemporary with
Solomon, must be reckoned as one of
the historic treasures of the world.
Not only does their fame rest upon
traditional grounds; their beauty of
form and power of growth have been
extolled In psalm and verse by the
bards of many lands, while their shad-
owy groves in still earlier days were
the object of veneration.
The primitive nature worshippers
could not have chosen a finer ideal
than this giant tree—perfect in every
moment of Its existence, an emblem of
beauty, strength and vitality.
It is easy to understand the admira-
tion that the cedars evoked in their
native land. To the Inhabitants of the
otherwise barren Lebanon, to the wan-
derers in the deserts beyond, and even
to the dwellers in the hill country of
Palestine, these trees must have been
miracles of creation. These people
only knew the delicate palm, the
gnarled olive and stunted scrub oak:
compared with these the gigantic
boles and spreading arms of the lordly
cedar were indeed a mystery. In any
land it is a tree that attracts atten-
tion; but in such a naked, treeless
country as Syria and Palestine It is
especially appreciated. Small wonder
that it became "the tree of the Lord"
and a symbol of power. The eastern
mind could find no betted simile for
expressing greatness, grandeur, ex-
cellence of character or loftiness of
purpose. The might of tho Assyrtan
empire was likened to the cedar in
words too wonderful to be left un-
quoted;
"Behold, the Assyrian was a cedar
in Lebanon with fair branches, and
with a shadowing shroud, and of an
high stature; and his top was among
the thick boughs.
"The waters made him great . . .
therefore his height was exalted above
all the trees of the field, and his
boughs were multiplied, and his
branches became long because of the
multitude of waters, when he shot
forth.
"All the fowls of heaven made their
nests in his boughs, and under his
branches did all the beasts of the field
bring forth their young, and under his
shadow dwelt all great nations.
"Thus was he fair In his greatness,
in the length of his branches: for his
j root was by great waters.
; "The cedars in the garden of God
1 could not hide him: the fir trees were
not like his boughs, and the chestnut
j trees were not like his branches, nor
any tree in the garden of God was like
him in his beauty.
"I have made him fair by the multi-
tude of his branches: so that all the
trees of Eden, that were in the garden
of God, envied him."
Again: the success of the good man
CONDENSATIONS
The tallest man In the world 1b not
above criticism.
Seaweed offers a prolific source of
fuel oil when present supplies are ex-
hausted, according to an English
■dentist, who has obtained Beven gal-
lons from a ton of vegetable matter.
Physicians have decided that several
forms of nervous diseases, sometimes
dangerously severe, can be caused by
nersons standing up and holding straps
uhlle rldlntf In Btreet cars.
is guaranteed by the promise that "he
shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon."
And when the earth is shrouded in
misfortune and tragedy, tho metaphor
used is: "Lebanon is ashamed and
hewn down."
But the cedar has fallen on bad
days, it has not escaped the curse
that has settled on to those fair lands.
The blight of desiccation, tho ravages
of unthinking and unworthy guardians,
the canker of a stagnant government,
have all done their share in the de-
struction of what was onco the glory
of an historic land.
In the days of yore the cedars were
not carefully guarded relics, but actu-
ally formed the source of a lucrative
timber business. As long ago as 2450
B. C. we know that the contractors of
the Babylonian kings brought cedars
from the Amanus Mountains, In north-
ern Syria, to the Euphrates, whence
they floated them down to their des-
tination. Even as late as 1000 B. C.
they must have been very plentiful,
for Solomon raised a levy of 30,000
aliens in the Land of Israel for the
sole purpose of hewing timber in Leb-
anon.
The supply, no doubt, gradually de-
creased as the population Increased
and the rainfall diminished. The un-
controlled destruction of the forests
went on without interruption, so that
In the absence of regeneration their
doom was sealed. What is left of the
former glory of Lebanon is but a few
isolated and comparatively Insignifi-
cant groves. In point of fact, there
are today five distinct groups of ce-
dars, but the most famous of these
does not possess above 400 trees, all
told; and of these there is a very
small proportion of real patriarchs.
The actual geographical distribution
of this cedar is not limited to the
Lebanon. It also exists on the Amanus
mountains, in northern Syria, and on
the Taurus range, in Asia Minor;
while Cedrus Libani is really only a
local form of a large family which
thrives in the Himalaya as the deodar,
and in North Africa as the Algerian
cedar. As a matter of fact, the Leb-
anon cedars do not bear comparison
when brought into contrast with oth-
ers of their kind; but the romance of
their environment and their historical
The northernmost ostrich farm in
the world is in a suburb of Stockholm.
The birds were taken there last year.
They spent the winter mostly in the
open, in perfect health, and toward
the end of May the females laid their
eggs. Just as if they had been in South
Africa. It takes six weeks to hatch an
ostrich egg.
The total coal supply of the world
has been estimated at 7,397,533,000,000
tons, of which nearly 4,000,000,000,000
tons are bituminous, Asia having the
largest quantity of any continent
interest envelop the remains of King
Hiram's forests with a glamour of
their own
Here, in their ancient home, the
residue of those forests which once
darkened the seaward slopes of love-
ly Lebanon still hold their own. aided
by the timely protection granted them
by European sympathizers. At an
altitude of about 6,300 feet above the
sea, in sheltered amphitheaters sur-
rounded by naked ridges and Imposing
crags, nestle the five remaining groups
of cedars. None of them is more than
fifteen miles from the coast In a di-
rect line.
The best known grove, and that
which contains the oldest trees, is
situated at the head of the Kadlsha
valley, a little to the south of the cul-
minating peak of the Lebanon. It is
a day's ride inland from the port of
Tripoli. In the neighborhood is a
comparatively new grove which was
started and preserved by a local Ma-
ronite bishop. These are a standing
proof of what can b* done in the way
of reafforestation. The other three
groups are in the southern Lebanon,
and are more easily approached from
Beirut, or, better still, by way of the
station of Ain Sofa, on the Damascus
railway. These three are all close to-
gether, but are distinguished by the
names of the villages to which thev
belong, namely, Ain Zahalta, Maasir
and Baruk. Of these, the Baruk
grove is the best known and most fre-
quently visited; it is also the largest
group of all five. The oldest trees,
though, are to be found in the north-
ern, or Bsherreh, grove.
This locality is known as the Jebel-
el-Arz, or Cedar mountain, the grove
of cedars being situated close under
a 9,000 feet ridge of barren limestone.
Here the solitary 400 are set in a life-
less, silent world of rock and scree
where no other vegetation exists,
shown off to perfection by a back-
ground of drifted snow and naked
bowlder in winter and of utterly bar-
ren, bleached flanks in summer. Seen
from a distance, they appear as a lit-
tle black dot in the imposing amphi-
theater of hills; but on closer acquain-
tance they prove to be spread out In-
to several scattered clumps, covertug
the hummocks of an ancient moraine.
Handicapping Sally.
"Jane, don't you want our Sally to
git married?"
"To be sure I do, Uiram!"
"Then why do you keep tellin' every-
body that she's the very plctur' o' what
you was when you was her age?"-«
Browning's Magazine.
Its Proper Place.
Florist—Did you ship that order ol
elephants' ears on the branch express!
Asslstar.t—No, sir; 1 tiioufcht It betr
ter to senc them on the tiuuk line.
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