the new-world order ought to be shaken of Panhellenism. They fear there by the events in Silesia. For all we would be no holding of the Greeks if have there is mean and sordid, a strug- once Constantine were crowned Emgle for a new balance of power and for peror of the East in St. Sophia. There coal. Signor Giolitti is right in saying is also uneasiness over the presence of that in Silesia the men directing French the remnant of General Wrangel's foreign policy are seeking the domina- army at Gallipoli and of thousands of tion of Europe. Great Britain and Russians

Russians at Constantinople. CurItaly oppose this ambition.

rents and counter-currents! None But a more dangerous and significant knows how his neighbor stands. Withstruggle is going on at Constantinople. out a common policy of interests, On the Bosporus the men directing much less of ideals, on the part of the British foreign policy are seeking the victors whose armies occupy Constandomination of the world. France and tinople, how could it be otherwise? Italy oppose this ambition. A rup- It is terrifying to think of the possiture between the Allies in Silesia is im- bilities of evil arising from the struggle possible, for they are compelled to for Constantinople. They reach out compose their differences and to main- over the whole world, these possibilitain a semblance of solidarity in a part ties of evil, embracing as they do the

a of the world that borders on Russia new drive of Russia against Great and Germany. Poland is still too Britain in western and central Asia, much in the embryonic stage to be the extension of Bolshevism to the counted upon as a barrier between de- Balkans and Africa, the revival of Panfeated Germany and outlawed Russia. islamism, the disruption of the Entente The situation is different in Constan- Alliance, the speedy release of Gertinople; the mistress of the seas is able many from a thraldom which for her to impose her will upon France and own soul's sake should last for some Italy. But there are indirect ways of years longer, a new bleeding of Christthwarting Great Britain. These ways endom in the Near East, and the very are being used.

rapid strengthening of Japan in relaWhat hope is there for an interna- tion to the white race. tional council of nations, for an agreement to disarm, when three of the Prin

$ 6 cipal Allied and Associated Powers" If old-fashioned diplomacy conare at one anothers' throats, or rather tinues to direct the relations between at one anothers' backs? Italians made nations in the Near East, the League of possible the Turkish offensive against Nations and disarmament conferences the French in Cilicia. French and will not prevent the world from driftItalians have made possible the Na- ing soon again into war. Without any tionalist resistance to the Greeks in knowledge of contemporary events, western Asia Minor. An Italian is one could still figure out that there porte parole for Kemal Pasha at Sofia. would have to be a removal of causes Through various channels Bulgarians before other results than those we have and Rumanians and Serbians are had in the past from international disounding one another out, moved by a plomacy were to be expected. But common alarm over the rapid progress with this concrete illustration of the struggle for Constantinople before us, could get away with it. What would how can we say that the time is ripe have happened between the United for the lamb to lie down with the lion? States and Great Britain within our In the international atmosphere of to- own memory had the British not day nations, fresh from the experi- backed down on the question of a quarences of the war, may feel with Sir rel in a country the name of which Walter Raleigh,

Americans had to look in the diction

ary to know how to spell? Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.

A world longing for peace has a hard

a Aspirations and misgivings are min- task ahead of it. A League of Nations gled. But in the end, although we and disarmament are noble ideals, but have dreamed of great things and have they are attainable only if we realize lived in our high hopes, we find that what we have to do to attain them. all the world has been like the man We must come to them intelligently, or Queen Mab visited, who "swears a we shall not come to them at all. If prayer or two, and sleeps again.” we think they are within our grasp

Englishmen and Scotchmen are as now, we shall lose them for our lifeinnocent of any deep-laid plot to con- time, at least. trol the world as you and I are. They Education and discussion of interare proud of their country's prestige national problems are the crying need and honor, and profit by her power, of to-day. Do we know the history of but they rarely give a thought to how our own times? When we read of conthe prestige and honor are involved, to temporary events, have we the backhow the power was gained and is being ground to interpret them satisfactorily maintained and extended. Constan- to ourselves? Do we study the busitinople means no more to them than a ness of government, earnestly and assky-line of minarets. Frenchmen have siduously, as we study our own private an imperfect knowledge of the Silesian business? Are we in a position to pass

a question, and do not know what lies judgment upon the policies set forth by between Beirut and Aleppo. But they our representatives and the leaders of have to accept the responsibilities as other nations who ask for our suppo well as the privileges of power, and and coöperation? Do we realize that these responsibilities are contracted in the ultimate control of foreign policy their name by a small group of men is in our assent, and that how the afover whose actions they exercise fairs of the nation are managed affects slight, if any, control. When the to-day more than ever before in history moment for throwing them against our pocket-books, our lives, our honor? one another like wild beasts arrives, Let us begin with the struggle for their statesmen make use of the science Constantinople. It is poisoning the of mob psychology. Twenty years world. What do you think about it? ago Great Britain and France would How would you settle the future of have fought over the possession of the Constantinople? This and other inhead-waters of the Nile, which not one ternational conflicts are the problems in a million had ever seen or cared of to-day. We must live to-day beabout, had the French thought they fore to-morrow dawns. .

Mr. Pottle and the South-Sea

Cannibals
By RICHARD CONNELL
Drawings by John Held, JR.

M

R. POTTLE was a barber, but explorer had been placed. The cannialso a man of imagination, and

bal chief, firebrand in hand, made ready as his hands went through their ac

to ignite the fagots under the pot. It customed motions, his mind was far

began to look bad for the explorer. away, recalling what he had read the Again a shrill voice of protest puncnight before.

tured Mr. Pottle's day-dream. Bright Marquesas sunlight glinted

“Hey, Pottle, come to life! You've from the cutlass of the intrepid explorer

went and put Sweet Lilac Tonic as with a sweep of his arm he brought the

on me 'stead of plain water. I ain't blade down on the tatooed throat of the going to no coon ball. You 've gone man-eating savage.

and smelled me up like a screamin'

geranium.” Mr. Pottle's errant mind was jerked

"Why, so I have, so I have," said back sharply from the South Seas to

Mr. Pottle, in accents of surprise and Granville, Ohio, by a protesting voice. contrition. “Sorry, Luke. It 'll wear

“Hey, Pottle, what 's bitin' you? off in a day or two. Guess I must be You took a slice out o' my Adam's

gettin' absent-minded.” apple that time.

"That 's what you said last Saddy Mr. Pottle, with apologetic mur

when you clipped a piece out o' Virgil murs, rubbed the wound with an alum Overholt's ear,” observed Luke, with stick; then he dusted his victim with

some indignation. "What 's bitin' talcum powder, and gave the patented

you, anyhow, Pottle? You used to chair a little kick, so that its occupant be the best barber in the country be was shot bolt upright.

fore you took to readin' them books." “Bay rum?" asked Mr. Pottle, pro

“What books?” fessionally.

“All about cannibals and explorers “Nope."

and the South-Sea Islands," answered "Dandruff-Death?"

Luke. "Nope.”

"They 're good books," said Mr. "Sweet Lilac Tonic?"

Pottle, warmly. His eyes brightened. "Nope.”

"I just got a new one," he said. “It's "Plain water?"

called 'Green Isles, Brown Man"Yep.”

Eaters, and a White Man. I sat up Naked savages danced and howled

till two readin' it. It 's about the round the great pot in which the trussed Marquesas Islands, and it 's a darn'

a

said.

excitin' book, Luke."

When Luke reached “It excited you so

the door, he turned. much you sliced my

"Say, Pottle," he Adam's apple,” grum

said, "if you 're so bled Luke, clamping

nutty about these here on his rubber collar.

South Sea Islands, “You had better cut

why don't you go out this fool readin'."

there?” "Don't you ever

Mr. Pottle ceased read, Luke?"

his stropping. “Sure I do. "The

"I am going,” he Mornin' News-Press' for week-days, “The

Luke gave a dubious P’lice Gazette' when

hoot and vanished. I come here to get

He did not realize that shaved Saddy nights, and the Bible he had heard Mr. Pottle make the big for Sundays. That 's readin' enough decision of his life. for any man." "Did you ever read 'Robinson Cru

2 soe'?"

That night Mr. Pottle finished the "Nope, but I heard him."

book, and dreamed, as he had dreamed "Heard him? Heard who?”

on many a night since the lure of the “Crusoe,” said Luke, snapping his South Seas first cast a spell on him, ready-tied tie into place.

that in a distant, sun-loved isle, bright "Heard him? You could n't have with greens and purples, he reclined heard him."

beneath the mana-mana-hine (or um"I could n't, hey? Well, I did." brella fern) on his own paepae (or plat"Where?" demanded Mr. Pottle. form), a scarlet pareu (or breech-clout)

"Singin' on a phonograph," said Luke.

Mr. Pottle said nothing; Luke was a regular customer, and in successful modern business the customer is always right. However, Mr. Pottle seized a strop and with vigorous stroppings expressed his disgust at a man

https who had n't heard of Robinson Crusoe,' for Robinson was one of Mr. Pottle's deities.

“It began to look bad for the explorer"

6

erehe

about his middle, a yellow hibiscus actly as advertised; but when the first flower in his hair, while the kukus (or week or two of enchantment had worn small green turtle-doves) cooed in the off, Mr. Pottle owned to a certain feelbranches of the pevatvii (or banana- ing of disappointment. tree), and Bunnidori (that is, she, with He tasted popoi and found it rather the Lips of Love), a tawny maid of nasty; the hotel in which he stayedwondrous beauty, played softly to him the only one was deficient in plumbon the ukulele. The tantalizing fra- ing, but not in fauna. The natives, grance of a bowl of popoi (or pudding) he had expected great things of the mingled in his nostrils with the more natives—were remarkably like underdelicate perfume of the golden blos- done Pullman porters wrapped in soms of the puu-epu (or mulberry- bandana handkerchiefs. They were tree). A sound in the jungle, a deep not exciting, they exhibited no inclinaboom! boom! boom! roused him from tion to eat Mr. Pottle or one another, this reverie.

they coveted his pink shirt, and begged "What is it, О Bunnidori?” he for a drink from his bottle of Sweet asked.

Lilac Tonic. “'T is a feast, O my Pottle, Lord of He mentioned his disappointment the Menikes (that is, white men),” at these evidences of civilization to lisped his companion.

Tiki Tiu, the astute native who kept “Upon what do the men in the jun- the general store. gle feast, О plump and pleasing daugh- Mr. Pottle's mode of conversation ter of delight?" inquired Mr. Pottle, was his own invention. From the who was up on Polynesian etiquette. books he had read he improvised a

She lowered her already low voice language. It was simple. He gave still lower.

English words a barbaric sound, usu"Upon the long pig that speaks," ally by suffixing “um” or “ee,” she whispered.

shouted them at the top of his voice A delicious shudder ran down the into the ear of the person with whom spine of the sleeping Mr. Pottle, for he was conversing, and repeated them from his reading he knew that “the in various permutations. He adlong pig that speaks” means-man! dressed Tiki Tiu with brisk and confi

For Mr. Pottle had one big ambition, dent familiarity. one great suppressed desire. It was "Helloee, Tiki Tiu. Me wantum the dearest wish of his thirty-six years see can-balls. Can-balls me wantum of life to meet a cannibal, a real canni- Me see can-balls wantum." bal, face to face, eye to eye.

The venerable native, who spoke Next day he sold his barber's shop. seventeen island dialects and tongues, Two months and seventeen days later and dabbled in English, Spanish, and he was unpacking his trunk in the tiny French, appeared to apprehend his settlement of Vait-hua, in the Mar- meaning; indeed, one might almost quesas Islands, in the heart of the have thought he had heard this quesSouth Seas.

tion before, for he answered promptly: The air was balmy, the sea deep "No more can-balls here. All Bappurple, the nodding palms and giant tists." ferns of the greenest green were ex

"Where are can-balls? Can-balls

see.