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tion time,' said Wheeling. We will try have sought her through the clouds again - this time with red and blue. that cover the awful light of the face of Close your eyes, please. Now!' the gods, in the torture of their own

Latimer made the correct distinc- flesh, in the eyes of women, in the tion.

Arctic silences of their own thoughts, ‘Extraordinary!' exclaimed Wheel- in the forests, in the mountains, in the ing. "Three seconds. Normal vision deserts, in cloisters and catacombs – should distinguish blue from red more Cucumbers, lettuce, parsley, beans,' he slowly than black from white. You wrote hastily; and then as he caught have reversed the process.'

Wheeling's astonished yet patient gaze, *Perhaps this may be the reason,' 'I believe I could do it faster than that. said Latimer. 'In the first instance I My mind wandered.' immediately distinguished the black ‘But that is just the point,' said from the white, but it took me some Wheeling. 'As an index of mental cotime to recall that, sitting opposite me, ordination it is the first, unrehearsed your right hand corresponded to my attempt that counts. As such, the exleft and vice versa. In the second experi- ceptional length of time you have takment I had fixed the identity of your en is of the very highest significance. right hand and your left. If you had Excuse me while I set down a special asked me simply to point out the red remark that does not come under any and the blue and the black and the of my schedules. Or, better still, while white, the results would probably have I am writing, I give you this sheet of been different. It might be worth while paper on which you will kindly draw, to repeat the test.'

without unduly hurrying yourself, the “Do you think so?' said Wheeling. outlines of a pig, a tree, and a house.' 'I am convinced of it,' said Latimer. Here indeed was a task that called

They went through the test again, for the utmost concentration. Outside and it was as Latimer had foretold. The of the geometrical figures which he had revised figures showed that Latimer drawn for some forty years on the colwas slightly above the average in color- lege blackboard, Latimer was helpless perception for the ordinary type of pri- with pencil in hand. The elements of son inmate. Wheeling was delighted. perspective were a mystery to him; and

‘Rapidity of concentration next,' he expression was utterly beyond his powsaid. “Take this paper and pencil and ers. He succeeded in drawing the rough hold yourself ready to begin writing two-dimensional house which is the when I give the order. Ready? Write favorite of infancy, with curly smoke the names of seven common garden coming out of the chimney and a flight vegetables.

of steps hanging several feet below the Spinach, tomatoes, potatoes,' wrote ground level. He did a little worse on Latimer. “A simple soul,' he thought, his tree, which was only a telegraph

, as he lifted his eye momentarily to pole with arms projecting at acute ancatch the fleeting vision of the next gles. Recognizable both, perhaps; but vegetable, and saw Wheeling peering the pig was a complete disaster.

. at him with that kindly, meaningless “That is pretty poor, is n't it?' he smile through the thick lenses of his said; and there was no pretense in the horn-rimmed spectacles. A simple anxious query. soul, eager for the truth. Always the 'It is not a question of good or poor,' same goal; the difference is only in the said Wheeling, but of the age-class in method of approach. Truth! Men which your technical execution would place you. From that point of view the balance for the mental account. I will drawings are certainly extraordinary. read out to you a string of numbers Somewhere between six and seven years, among which will occur the numeral I should say.'

four. As soon as you hear that number *You mean a child of six or seven you will tap with your finger on the tawould be expected to do as well as this?' ble. It may occur once or several times. said Latimer, flushing scarlet.

You will tap every time. That is plain?' "The average child,' said Wheeling. 'Quite,' said Latimer. 'Twenty-three children in a hundred "Three, six, seven, six, six, three, of that age-class would do better. So eight, nine, six, five, eleven, nine,' bemuch for manual coördination. Now gan Wheeling. tell me as fast as you can how much is 'Undoubtedly a simple soul,' said three times four?'

Latimer to himself, his mind swimming 'Twelve,' Latimer shot at him be lazily on the droning rhythm of Wheelfore he had finished.

ing's notation. 'No trace of originality, ‘Good! Eight times seven?'

I should say, but susceptible to guid‘Fifty-six,' said Latimer with the ance from above. A loyal private in same precipitation.

the army of science, his not to make Wheeling flushed with excitement. reply, but only to follow where others "We are on the track of what is evident- lead. Upon the minds of one hundred * ly a special aptitude. Thirteen times thousand such men the true mind of thirteen?'

science builds its generalizations. The 'One hundred and sixty-nine.' true mind glimpses the vision and 'Twenty-four times twenty-four?'. flings it out for a hundred thousand 'Five hundred and seventy-six.' common men to prove or disprove with

Wheeling's eyes were agleam. What their life's work. Four!' He smote a case! The doubly abnormal mind! the table with both his fists as the sigIn many instances below the median, nal number pierced to his brain. in one instance rising far above it; how Wheeling smiled. far above, he trembled to think. Then That is the third time I mentioned he took the plunge.

four. You don't mind my saying that 'One hundred and eleven times one you present the very interesting examhundred and eleven?'

ple of an exceptionable faculty rising 'Twelve thousand, three hundred and above a low level of general mental twenty-one,' said Latimer.

coördination.' "Two hundred and thirteen times ‘Not at all,' said Latimer. two hundred and thirteen?'

'Of course I should want to look 'Forty-five thousand, three hundred my data over carefully,' said Wheeling. and sixty-nine,' said Latimer.

‘But at a venture I should say that you ‘Amazing!' said Wheeling; and upon belong,'

belong,' -- he hesitated, - 'I speak im

— Latimer's soul, still writhing under the personally, of course, — in the thirteenhumiliation of that subnormal pig, the or fourteen-year class.' word fell like balm. In the upswing of 'Allowing for the arithmetical exerspirits, self-confidence returned, and he cises?' said Latimer. felt prepared to meet Wheeling on a ‘Yes, that would be the weighted footing of human equality.

average. To make the test complete I 'Let us go back for a moment to a should have to take your cranial meassimple reaction test,' said Wheeling. urements.'

, "That is essential if we are to strike the 'You suspect -?' said Latimer.

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'Characteristic criminal stigmata? I ‘And yet it is plain,' sputtered Latishould hardly say that. But I can see mer, 'that at skipping a rope I should peculiarities — the lobar formation – probably be inferior to a child of eight.

'Tell me this, Dr. Wheeling,' said I should likewise be very low down in Latimer, breathing heavily. It was a the scale at going down a banister, or sign of rising steam in the boiler of his creeping under a gate, or walking on temperament. “Your system consists my hands. And if it came to screaming in testing my mental capacities by the myself red in the face and getting my standard of the child?'

toe into my mouth, I should be set ‘Exactly.'

very low in the scale of infantilism.' ‘But you have n't asked me to skip a ‘But our tests,' said poor Dr. Wheelгоре."

ing. Wheeling stared.

I mean,' shouted Latimer and “That is not part of our regulation caught himself on the edge of an explotest,' he said.

sion

(To be concluded)

MISSING

BY BEATRICE W. RAVENEL

LORD, how can he be dead?
For he stood there just this morn

With the live blood in his cheek
And the live light on his head?
Dost Thou remember, Lord, when he was born,

And all my heart went forth thy praise to seek,
(I, a creator even as Thou,) -
To force Thee to confess
The little, young, heart-breaking loveliness,
Like willow-buds in Spring, upon his brow?

Newest of unfledged things,

All perfect but the wings.
Master, I lit my tender candle-light

Straight at the living fire that rays abroad

From thy dread altar, God!
How should it end in night?

Lord, in my time of trouble, of tearing strife,

Even then I loved thy will, even then I knew
That nothing is so beautiful as life!...
Is not the world's great woe thine anguish too?

It hath not passed, thine hour,
Again Thou kneelest in the olive-wood.

The lands are drunk with sharp-set lust of power,
The kings are thirsting, and they pour thy blood.
But we, the mothers, we that found thy trace
Down terrible ways, that looked upon thy face
And are not dead - how should we doubt thy grace?

How many women in how many lands

Almost I weep for them as for mine own

That wait beside the desolate hearth-stone! Always before the embattled army stands

The horde of women like a phantom wall, Barring the way with desperate, futile hands.

The first charge tramples them, the first of all!

Dost Thou remember, Lord, the hearts that prayed

As down the shouting village street they swung,

The beautiful fighting-men? The sunlight flung His keen young face up like an unfleshed blade ...

O God, so young!

Lord, hast Thou gone away?
Once more through all the worlds thy touch I seek.

Lord, how can he be dead?
For he stood here just this day
With the live blood in his cheek,

And the live light on his head?
Lord, how can he be dead?

A PARABLE FOR FATHERS

BY JULIA FRANCIS WOOD

DINNER Was perhaps the busiest hour It is needless to state that father did in father's hard-working day. What- not scintillate during the evening meal. ever else Murray and Jean might be Like most quiet men, he had married a learning at college, carving had been vivacious girl; but even mother's volomitted from the curriculum. Father ubility collapsed before that hubbub of was left to struggle alone, as usual, with young voices clamoring for the platthe huge roasts which were wont to form. The fourteen-year-old twins kept vanish with startling rapidity before up a continuous merry altercation, octhe onslaughts of the young Hender- casionally rising into shrill-voiced vesons. No sooner would a first expedi- hemence; eight-year-old Trottie, her tionary force of well-filled plates be sent genial efforts persistently snubbed, took forth than, before father could do more refuge in soliloquy; twenty-year-old than cut up Trottie's meat, the long Murray and eighteen-year-old Jean procession would be filing back again held victorious sway of the rostrum, to a tumultuous chorus of encores. Be- with a running fire of comment on our tween relays, there were the twins' cov- crowd' and college reminiscences, varert scufflings to be suppressed; mother ied occasionally by kindly efforts to was admittedly the disciplinarian of the educate mother and father, or to settle family, but father's quiet, ‘Boys! I had for their benefit any problem, from polbeen looking forward to a quiet dinner- itics to the rearing of children. hour!' had power generally to soothe Mother sometimes grew restive unthe stormier moments.

der this instruction, but father always It was not until every one else had listened gravely when Murray correctnearly finished that father, guiltily con- ed his business methods or political scious of delaying dessert, would find views. Sometimes, when the college leisure for a few hurried mouthfuls, and vocabulary grew particularly vivid, he it was that inopportune moment that would lift a humorous eyebrow over at Trottie invariably chose to make him a mother and complain, — for father alfervent avowal of affection. She must ways had his quiet joke, - 'Is it for this hold father's hand; father must lean we've been standing in the bread-line over and kiss her. Murray's or Jean's all winter?' And mother would reply impatient, 'Trottie, do let father eat. cryptically, in horror, 'Eastern polish!' We have an engagement and it's late But if father did not talk, there was already,' would force an issue between certainly something radically wrong food and caresses. Father had not that with the universe when that unfailing strong-mindedness one would wish in background of genial, interested silence such a situation; despite mother's pro- was suddenly withdrawn. It began the tests, he always weakly declared that night when he called down the table to he had quite finished, and abandoned mother, with a gloom that was new to himself to Trottie's sticky embraces. his cheery voice,

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