Consumption, cocaine, and opium maintain their persistent toll. This is a furnace of desire, this Montmartre district, and it burns furiously with a hard, white-hot flame until there is nothing left save black cinders and white ashes. Those who can endure its consuming heat are quite welcome to its wonders until emotion and feeling and beauty are no more. [Illustration] [Illustration] EMERGENCY BY WILLIAM ROSE BENÉT I’ve borne it out. There wasn’t much to bear, By your own tenets; but there was for me,-- A flaming onslaught; cohorts furiously Charging the ramparts; fearful thunders booming; Lightning and holocaust, and Terror looming With black war-towers on the sky-line there! You saw not even a gnat to make one wince While your own buoyant thoughts beat up the blue. Let me be glad of that. The happier you! I found myself alone to face disaster Through age-long seconds. While your pulse beat faster For mirth, my own--stopped dead, a moment since. Then, at my elbow--and whole worlds away-- You turned; and I was snatching at my breath After a sudden bout with worse than death, With worse than beasts of Ephesus, uprisen One moment from my heart that is their prison. I bore it out. That’s all there is to say. They flash unwarning on our dozing acts, The angel or the fiend. It seems to me There’s nothing too sublime for Man to be (In such clear moments),--naught too foully crawling! What “self” is most our own, when this appalling Apocalypse lights up the inmost facts? Something is changed; even though one drops back In the next instant to the old routine, Forgets the risk and is, as he has been, The slowly-trailing, patient slug of Time, Neither contemptible nor yet sublime, Inching with pain along the beaten track; Something is changed--the mind paints heavens and hells; And I, their dizzy colors in my brain, Wonder just what is “sane” and what “insane,” And what one can be sure of--where we’re master Of our own triumphs, or our own disaster...? But that’s enough. Let’s talk of something else! [Illustration] [Illustration: ELIHU VEDDER FROM THE BUST BY CHARLES KECK Sculpture _By_ Charles Keck (_Examples of American Sculpture_)] [Illustration: DRAMA FROM THE SCULPTURE BY CHARLES KECK OWNED BY MRS. E. D. BRANDEGEE MUSIC FROM THE SCULPTURE BY CHARLES KECK OWNED BY MRS. E. D. BRANDEGEE] [Illustration: YOUTHFUL AMERICA THE ALLEGHANY COUNTY SOLDIERS MEMORIAL AT PITTSBURGH FROM THE SCULPTURE BY CHARLES KECK] [Illustration: Drawn by Alpheus Cole] THE MOTHER BY TIMOTHY COLE