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the Treaty of Alliance with Austria, compelled against the other countries of Europe, blindly Austria to reopen diplomatic relations with allied with the greatest peril. Russia after they had been broken off, and to The great issue of the conflict, which will adopt a more conciliatory attitude towards become clearer to the outside world as events Russia's demands. The negotiations between proceed, is whether the civilization of western Russia and Austria had practically reached Europe shall continue to exist or whether an agreement, on the basis that Servia should Germany, the last obstacle to the Slav adrender satisfaction to Austria, without, how- vance, is to be crushed and the German ever, sacrificing her autonomy or endanger- leadership in education, science, ard social ing her independence. Then, like a bolt out organization is to be replaced by the domiof the blue sky, came the Russian order for nance in Europe of Russia, with its mediæval a general mobilization, producing such a panic social conditions, with its autocratic Govern1: Germany that the Kaiser was compelled ment at the head of 200,000,000 ignorant 19 surrender the control of affairs to the and superstitious Slavs, with its Tartars and military leaders. And now Germany is fight- Cossacks. This is the choice which Europe ing the battle for European civilization, not and the world must make, and this issue only against the oncoming Slavic tide, but the great conflict will decide.

This article will be followed next week by one or Germany's Struggle for Eristence," by H. C. G. von Jagemann, Professor of German Philology in Harvard University. - The Editors.


Thousands of starving actors and actresses ia Paris are being given two meals a day by the French theatrical societies. The war has closed every theater in Paris.

War is evidently a good crime cure. Since August 2, when the French began to mobilize, there has not been one case of burglary reported in Paris.

The British War Office and the British Football Association are considering the enlistment of the seven thousand football players who belong to the Association. It is believed that charges by them on the battlefield would help their country more than their rushes up and down the football field.

Boy Scouts and school children are helping greatly in getting in the harvests of Switzerland. The Germans have ordered the men of Belgium to aid in getting in the crops of Germany, it is reported, and many Belgians have fled to Holland to avoid this service. American moving picture men

who were abroad when the war began have lost many thousand feet of expensive film. Camera men have been looked upon with such suspicion in the war zone that most“ movie "photographers have been only too glad to get away alive, leaving films and machines behind.

According to the latest reports of the Census Bureau, there are 9,865,479 persons now living in the United States who were born in the countries at war. About one million and a half of

these are men more than twenty-one years of age, most of them liable for military duty.

The view of England's duty in this war held by the military correspondent of the London “ Times” is to "keep our wicket up while Russia makes the runs."

A number of big Massachusetts textile mills have shut down for one month because of inability to get materials from Europe.

It has been a case of “walk right in, turn around, and walk right out again,” for American correspondents who chose Belgium for the scene of their efforts. Many of them have been unable to get any “stories" in Belgium, and those that did get them in most cases were obliged to go to London to send them out.

On account of the war the rule of the Red Cross Society of Russia refusing admittance to Jewish doctors and nurses has been indefinitely suspended.

The payment of the forty-million-dollar war tax levied upon Brussels by Germany has been guaranteed by the four richest men in Belgium, according to a despatch to the London “ Daily Express." These men are Ernest Solvay, the “ Alkali King;" Baron Lambert, who represents the Rothschilds in Belgium ; Baron Empain, a railway magnate; and M. Waroque, who owns many mines.

Uhlans, who looted the town cash box at Alost, Flanders, left a tip for the local police and an I O U reading, “Received for Emperor Wilhelm II.”



What is Fortune, what is Fame?
Futile gold and phantom name,
Riches buried in a cave,
Glory written on a grave.
What is Friendship? Something deep
That the heart can spend and keep :
Wealth that greatens while we give,
Praise that heartens us to live.

Come, my friend, and let us prove
Life's true talisman is love!
By this charm we shall elude

Poverty and solitude.
The Hague, 1914.



Sweet maid, the passion of the rose

I lay not at your feet;
The coolest flower that springtide knows

I dcem a gift more meet.

A flower whose virgin whiteness glows

Adown the path we trace,
While yet the naked hawthorn throws

Prophetic shadow-lace.

A flower whose fragrant whispers say

That tender constancy
And truth and honor far outweigh

All passion's ecstasy.

Sweet maid, I pray thee, have no fear

To wear my April flowers ;
And haply, when fair June is here,

The rose, too, shall be ours !


T has been said that the insurrecto spirit them through the jungle in the middle of the of the Tondo district in Manila is due night and routed the Moros from their beds;

to Moro blood. Legaspi, the founder and how they searched for Major Felipe, but of Spanish Manila, discovered the Moham- could not find him. Then the old veterans medans already in control there when he would rise to their feet and drink with great arrived in 1570. A similar persistence of solemnity to the memory of Major Felipe, race traits is found among the Macabebes of the hero of Mount Apo. Pampanga, who are said to be the descend- Dato Boda was the son of the Sultan of ants of Chinese pirates who were stranded Tawiji, on the Tawi Tawi Islands, between there in the early seventeenth century. At Jolo and Borneo, where the pirates live offany rate, the Macabebes have been great shore in houses reared above the shallow soldiers and have felt sufficiently different water, making a prehistoric Venice in which from the other Filipinos to remain loyal to the little brown-thatched huts perched on the existing government even in Spanish their slender pilinys look like Cubist cranes times.

asleep on their fishing-grounds.

It was When the first Filipino soldiers were asked through these Tawi Tawi Islands that the to join Uncle Sam's army under the name first Mohammedans made their way into the of Scouts back in 1900, the Macabebes were Philippines in the early fifteenth century, the first to enlist and made the best record Dato Boda was a young man of military for bravery. At Bajonam, where the Moro training who desired to know the ways of the pirate Dato Sandi made his last stand in the wonderful Occident, but he was a Mohamcrater of a volcano, it was the Macabebes medan to the core, nevertheless. The old who ied the charge up the mountain-side, and Sultan had sent him on a tour of the world it was they who first plunged over the edge to see the great armies of Germany and into that seething mass of frenzied, fanatical France, the great navy of England, and the Mohammedans, where it was kill or be industries of America. Arriving in Manila, killed, and where even the women and chil- on his way home in December, 1913, he dren fought like wildcats.

stopped over to visit his father's friend In this guerrilla warfare of the Moro coun- Colonel Border. try the Macabebes showed such bravery that The Colonel was a big, warm-hearted the entire company were awarded medals, soldier of irresistible personality, the type of and many of them were raised to the rank American that has won the admiration of the of commissioned officers, a rank never before entire Orient. When he opened his mail at given to Filipinos. Since they were mustered headquarters and found an invitation for himout in 1907 they have met every year on self and a companion to attend the annual Christmas Day in the great sala at Capitan reunion of the Macabebes, he slapped the Juan's to celebrate the anniversary of the crusty old Major on the back, exclaiming, last grand charge at Mount Apo, where they “ I'm going to take Dato Boda !”' lost half their number, but proved that, man “ Take Dato Boda where?” grunted the for man, they were the equal of any Moro. Major.

At the close of this banquet Lieutenant “ To the Macabebe reunionTomas always stood up and described how, " To the Macabebe reunion! You're sword in hand, Major Felipe led them up the fool! Might as well take a nigger to a Ben mountain-side ; how he was first on the Tillman reception ! Oh, well, you always earthworks to cut down the Crescent flag was a fool about these googoos,” and the with his own hand and trample it in the dirt ; Major walked away with a very disgusted how a giant Moro cut him down with a look on his face. barong and dragged him into the trenches, But the Colonel was not discouraged. He while the rest of the Macabebes were driven was immensely popular with both Moros and back with the loss of fifty men ; how the Filipinos, and since they both liked him so Macabebes refused to sleep till Capitan Luna, well he could not see how they could hate succeeding to Major Felipe's command, led each other very much. On giving the invita


tion to Dato Boda, the latter bowed courte-, armies he has seen in Europe,” suggested ously and said, “ The honor is very great, the voluble little bugler. Dato Boda was Colonel.”

visibly embarrassed. Filipino men, unlike On hearing of Dato Boda's coming the their women, are poor conversationalists, Macabebes frowned and shook their heads even though they are much given to oratory sorrowfully. “But," interposed Capitan Juan, of the stump-speech variety. It is only in who had seen three years' service against the the most democratic civilizations that converMoros of Tawi Tawi, “ Boda is part Chris- sation supersedes speeches at public banquets. tian. Why shouldn't the Colonel bring him? “ It is only by arguing with him on a point His mother was a Spanish lady captured by of military organization that you can get him the pirates in the raid of Calivo in ’83. She to tell you what he has seen," volunteered was a delicate woman for a Sultan's harem. the Colonel, smiling approvingly on his proWhen Boda was born, the old Sultan took tégé. him away from her until she promised not to “ They say the Moro Scouts made a brave teach him Christianity. And later, when stand at Jolo last year,” said Lieutenant some spiteful old hag told the Sultan that Tomas, returning to the attack on Dato Boda's mother still prayed to the Virgin, she Boda's silence. was torn from her boy and sent to a harem Yes, they are fine soldiers ; braver even in Borneo. For his mother's sake we should than the Moros of the jungle," he replied, welcome Dato Boda."

forgetting his embarrassment in his enthuOn Christmas Day the old warriors gath- siasm for his own comrades—he had been a ered round the long table at Capitan Juan's. Moro Scout himself. The windows were open, and to the west- “ But they have to call in the Macabebes ward the rice fields, loaded with ripened when real fighting begins," whispered Sergrain, were swaying in the northeast mon- geant Unson to Marcos, the little bugler.

Beyond the rice-fields the Zambales “Yes, and the juramentados have all Jolo Mountains loomed up in the blue distance, scared to death this minute, in spite of the not so high as those of the Moro country, brave' Moro Scouts," whispered back the but high and rugged enough to suggest the little bugler. scenes of bygone days when the Macabebes A juramentado is a Moro who has sworn climbed the lofty Catabato Range and de- to kill Christians on sight. He is a religious feated the followers of Mohammed at their fanatic, but it is generally supposed that this last stand on the slopes of Mount Apo. fanaticism is largely under the control of the Major Luna, the hero of Bajonam, and suc- Datos ; leastwise they tell a story down in cessor to Major Felipe, sat at the head of Zamboanga of an epidemic of juramentados the table. Colonel Border; of the illustrious that the Dato claimed to be unable to stop. Fifth Cavalry, was at the other end, and Dato A few days later a troop of American cavalryBoda, wearing a red fez, sat at his right. men ran amuck and practically cleaned out All were in the brown uniform of the United the town in which the Dato lived. The old States Scouts except the Colonel, who wore Dato came running to the Colonel's quarters the blue uniform of the regulars, with a For- crying, Commandante! Commandante! The eign Service pin three inches long and his soldiers are killing my people !” left breast gleaming with medals.

The Colonel shrugged his shoulders helpValenciana and venison, bantalaan, obud, lessly, What can I do ?” he said, with eyeand mangoes were piled on the plates in brows lifted. “ I cannot stop them. They rapid succession by stalwart servers of digni- have gone juramentado." fied mien, each with a badge of honor on his There were no more juramentados in that breast, and dressed, like the guests, in the section of Moroland. brown uniform of the Scouts. These were The eating over, the glasses were refilled the few remaining privates of the company and the Major called on Colonel Border for of Macabebes. None but heroes could be a speech. The Colonel rose slowly from his present at this celebration, even among the chair, his six feet two inches of bone and servants. The glasses were kept filled with muscle looming above the table like a giant purple tinto, and as the banquet progressed in comparison with the short brown men bethe laconic warriors gradually loosened their side him ; but noble deeds make all men of tongues and began to talk.

equal stature. “ Boys,” he began, “I can“Dato Boda should tell us about the great not tell you how deeply I appreciate the


hunor of being present on this occasion. It is a great pleasure to know that the brave deeds of Major Felipe are so appropriately remembered. It is a double pleasure to know that his memory is the occasion for the meeting of so many noble men. .To the memory of the dead heroes of Mount Apo!"" All drained their glasses with great solemnity.

" I feel it a great privilege,” he continued, is to be able to bring as my guest the renowned Dato Boda, one of the noblest of Moros, and one who is with us, not against us, in our attempt to establish peace and happiness in the southern islands."

- Brother Filipinos," interrupted Dato Boda, “it is the custom of my people not to take off the fez in the presence of Christians. But in this common cause

are full brothers. With bared head I join you in drinking to the Americans." Every glass was emptied with fervor.

· Long live Dato Boda !" cried Capitan Juan, and all glasses were raised again.

At that moment the door opened and a man on a litter was carried into the room. " What means this intrusion ?" demanded Major Luna. The waiters advanced angrily to order the supposed beggar from the room, but stopped when they saw his face. “ Well! Speak up! We can't stand here all day waiting for you to get out," snapped the Major, testily.

" This man hired us to bring him here. He said he was a Macabebe. He calls himself Felipe-Major Felipe.”

* Major Felipe ?" gasped the Macabebes in chorus, turning to look at the man in the litter. "I think that's what he called himself," mumbled the head carrier, half scared by the commotion his words had caused.

* Be seated, gentlemen," said Major Luna, going to the litter to look at the man. couldn't have meant our Felipe. Why, man, I saw Major Felipe cut wide open before my very eyes at Mount Apo! We lost fifty men there, and never one returned.

That was five years ago !” As the carrier stepped aside, letting the light shine full on the man's face, Major Luna gave a start. A terrible scar ran from the man's left forehead clear across his right eye and cheek. His one good eye was closed, and his face was furrowed deeply with lines of pain. What might once have been a noble brow was now misshapen and inflamed.

The Macabebes slowly gathered round the

litter. The man stirred. His left eye opened and scanned the men in brown uniform. weak smile spread over his face, then he swooned away.

“ Call the doctor!" ordered the Major, taking the man's bony hand and rubbing it. Colonel Border and Dato Boda joined the group around the litter. Some cold water and brandy revived the man again, and his face lighted up as though he saw a vision. - Macabebes!" he whispered, so softly that only the Major could hear him.

" Are you Major Felipe ?" asked Major Luna.

" Yes—I-am-Felipe."

Murmurs against the Moros arose among the Macabebes. Dato Boda stiffened. He put on his red fez and stood erect, head back, eyes looking straight to the front. But as he placed the fez on his head the red caught the eye of the man in the litter. With a horrible scream, the man threw his arms over his head as though to ward off a blow, and shook from head to foot in abject terror.

Dato Boda's nose curled in a sneer, and he said something as though talking to himself. The little bugler just in front of him thought he said, “ Coward !”

“Come," said Colonel Border, touching the haughty Moslem on the arm. “ We will

The two men walked from the room, the Colonel with a troubled look on his face, the Moro as stiff as an automaton, head back, nose curled, eyes straight to the front.

The Macabebes were impassive but for a hint of fire in their eyes. Major Luna knelt beside the litter and took the man partly in his arms. “ Don't be afraid, Felipe. Don't be afraid. The Moros have gone and your Macabebes are here.” The Major was not convinced as to the man's identity, but he had sympathy for anyone who hated a Moro.

The man ceased shaking under the reassuring words of Major Luna, and some more brandy gave him strength. When he took his hands from his face, his eyes had a haunted look as he searched the crowd for a red fez. Seeing none, the smile returned, but every moment or two he put his hand to his forehead, and his face was all twisted with pain.“ Tell us where you come from," entreated Major Luna.

With the frown of pain still on his forehead the man began to talk ; weakly at first, but gaining in strength as the excitement of the

go now."

- He

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