King of Damascus, forty camels, twenty horsemen, numerous servants, the Emir El-Akoar and an escort of Arabs. She was greeted at Haman by 10,000 people, who had gathered to meet the desert Melike. At Palmyra a triumphal arch had been erected and she was greeted by the chiefs of 40,000 Arabs, and crowned Queen of the Desert.

In 1820 she removed from Mar Elias to another deserted monastery higher up on the mountain, named Djon. The place was surrounded by a lofty wall, giving it the appearance of a fortress, and the principal entrance was through a strong and well-guarded gate. Here she resided until her death, June 23, 1839.

September 20, 1837, she wrote a remarkable letter to Sir Gore Ouseley, discoursing on the Arabic origin of European families: "The Bedoween Arabs may be divided into two distinct classes, original Arabs and descendants of Ishmael, subdivided into many tribes, many of which contain a mixture of Hebrew blood. One of the most famous tribes was that of the Beni Hashem, from which sprang the Boshnak and the Beni Omegu-the Irish and the Scots are likewise Koveish. They afterward left the country in four different divisions, the Scots, the Irish, the British (?) and the Albanis, being joined by the disbanded soldiers of Tamerlane. I should like to know how the name of one of the most famous and greatest idols of the East, Lochaber, was transported into Scotland, from whence, and by whom? And Malcolm (Ma-el-com)-I will leave you learned to guess the import; Ameltoo (I have done it), Hamilton; Addertoo (I have numbered them) answers to Omar; MacDuff, with the tambourine, that is, with the band of music: Mackenzie (Maalkenz), with the treasure; Elphinstone (the pistachio nut); Gordon (gurdan), a jewel worn by women round the neck. The tribe of Gordon is now in the Neaja country, about thirty-six days from Bussora; the tribe of Argyle has at times sojourned on the borders of Syria.

"I need not go any further; you must look over the Scottish titles and names of places, and you will see how many there are which it is plain to perceive are of Arabic origin."

For extraordinary adventures it has been said the life of Lady Hester Stanhope outrivals any page of Balzac or Dumas. The homage paid her in her travels through

Palestine and Syria awoke in her ardent imagination dreams of possible empire. She saw herself a second Zenobia, and recalled the prophecy once made to her that she would become Queen of Jerusalem. The honors paid to her rivaled those of Queen Esther, her namesake of Biblical days. She was destined, however, to end her days alone on Mount Lebanon, where she so long had lived as a recluse.

Men

Wonders of the Clyde Shipyards Here, like the ribs of an unimaginably huge leviathan, lay the slipway in which the Lusitania was born, writes Alfred Noyes in a recent article on the Clyde shipbuilding yards, and all around it were the stark Spartan cradles of her avengers. Mile after mile they stretched like a skeleton forest. moved like ants among their naked boughs. Dark hulks, embryo battleships grew and took shape below them among those gigantic wooden ribs. The hammers rattled and roared in a deafening crescendo that drowned all speech. They rang and palpitated and boomed together through all the smoky day from dawn to sunset, and through all the furnaced night from sunset to dawn.

Britain lost eight destroyers in the Jutland battle. I saw a shipyard whence in that same week they had launched fifteen new destroyers. And, what is more, I saw brood after brood of ships, in yard after yard, ready to follow. No sooner was one ship launched than another was laid down. Britain is an island, a simple fact, but not fully understood in the Middle West of a continent like North America. If Britain lost control of the sea, she would starve in six weeks. And she is taking no risks-none at all. If she lost half her fleet to-morrow, she would still have as large a fleet as that with which she began the war, and more, many more, ships to follow. There never was building like this in the history of the world. The British do not use the word "colossal," but, if Germany is fond of the word, here is a subject to which she may apply it.

I saw nearing completion in this one cradle of ships, a fleet of destroyers. a fleet of submarines, a fleet of battle cruisers that in themselves would have constituted a formidable navy for any country. Here, too, were certain "mystery ships," ships of a new type, round which special screens had been built, to guard them from too inquisitive eyes. And if mere size be a quality of the "colossal," I saw several submarines larger than any hitherto built, and battle-cruisers that would outstrip any ship in the world, and were considerably larger than any battleships in existence. They already carried their armament, and I knew not which were the most impressive, the great muzzles of the gigantic guns that looked as if they would shatter a world, or the giant chimney shafts in the background, that looked like cannon. while two sentinel aeroplanes slowly circled above.

Mention of the Orkney Islands will always recall to Britons the sad ending of her great military genius, Lord Kitchener, who went down with the Hampshire on June 5, when off the coast of those northern islands. When I visited the islands, some years ago, the world was at peace. Nowadays Kirkwall is the clearing house of neutral ships plying between this country and the few remaining countries of Europe not so far engaged in warfare. Even the good ship Oscar II, equipped by that well-meaning philanthropist whom Lord Rosebery jocularly dubbed a "maker of perambulators," had to stand by and await the pleasure of His Majesty's examiners ere she could proceed to Sweden on a mission doomed to failure.

Kirkwall, with its narrow, cobbled streets, "where two barrows tremble when they meet," is a place of considerable historical and antiquarian interest. The Cathedral of Kirkwall was founded by Jarl Rognvald, in 1137, who dedicated it to the memory of his uncle, Saint Magnus, slain at Egilshay, at the instigation of his cousin Hakon.

Rognvald was created an Earl by King Sigard, receiving also a grant of lands in the Orkneys, but his claim to the earldom was contested by Paul, a reigning earl, who met Rognvald's forces at sea and completely routed them. Rognvald returned to Norway with the remnant of his ships, and several years passed ere he was finally installed as earl. He died in Caithness in 1158.

Many additions have been made to the Cathedral since the twelfth century, and recent renovation has left this historic pile in a state of fine preservation. A small charge of admission is made to the Cathedral, giving the visitor an opportunity of climbing to the tower and inspecting the bells, four in number.

The three largest bells were gifted by Bishop Maxwell, in 1528. Bishop Maxwell was a son of Sir John Maxwell, of

THE BISHOP'S TOWER, KIRKWALL

that "there be ane special and diligent care had that the letters already about the bell be again reformed, as the samin is conform to ane note thereof sent with it, together with the several arms already thereupon, viz., the arms of Scotland being ane Lyon within the Shield, with the portrait of Sainct Magnus and the Maxwell's arms, and the samin be placed upon the said bell as the samin is at present. That there be added thereto, underneath the said letters and arms, this line, viz.. 'This bell recasten at Amsterdam for Kirkwall, in Anno. 1682.' And to mark the weight thereof on the bell."

The bell on arrival at Amsterdam was found to weigh 1,500 pounds, and lost in casting 165 pounds. Added metal raised the weight to 1,574 pounds, including a new tongue, and the whole cost the town of Kirkwall the sum of 1,303 merks Scots. about £70.

The letters referred to are as follows: "Made by master Robert Maxwell, Bishop of Kirkwall, the year of God MDXXVIII, the year of the reign of King James the V. (Continued on page 284)

Former Representative William M. Calder, recently nominated for United States Senator from New York State, is a striking illustration of the American business man giving his time and patriotic attention to the political needs of the State and Nation. Mr. Calder is equipped for the position by experience, by education, and by every other test that can legitimately be applied to the man who seeks the suffrage of his fellow citizens. He served in the House of Representatives for ten years, and his experience there amply equips him for the Senate.

Bonnie Scotland has had much to do with shaping the destinies of the Calder family, and it is to his sturdy and honorable ancestry that he attributes the possession of a temperament valuable alike in business and in politics.

Mr. Calder was born in Brooklyn fortyseven years ago. He was raised in a section of the city then regarded as "rural," but now one of the most thriving and aggressive parts of Greater New York. As an extensive builder Mr. Calder has had much to do with the development of this section of Brooklyn. He has built thousands of homes during the past twenty-five years.

Mr. Calder began his political career when he was appointed Commissioner of Buildings during the non-partisan administration of the late Mayor Seth Low. His work was of the highest character, and he left the office with his reputation established as an administrator. But his neighbors of the Sixth Congressional District, in Brooklyn, insisted that Mr. Calder should represent them in Congress, and though he might have remained for an indefinite period in the employ of the city, he resigned to become a candidate for that office. His excellent service so appealed to his constituents that they continued to return him to Congress. He served there for ten years, and during that time was a member of practically every important committee of the House.

In 1914, at the conclusion of his fifth term in the House of Representatives, Mr. Calder became a candidate for the Republican nomination for United States Senator, and without the support of the regular organization, and with little attempt to create an organization of his own, he very nearly carried the State. An extra vote in each election district in the State would, at that time, have given the honor to Brooklyn's distinguished citizen. But even before the official announcement was made that Mr. Wadsworth was nominated, Mr. Calder offered his services to him in the election campaign. While Mr. Wadsworth was kept out of the State through illness in his family, Mr. Calder filled his speaking engagements all over the State, urging the voters to send the Republican candidate to Washington.

This fair and genuine sportsmanlike conduct earned for Mr. Calder many encomiums, and when the time came for his announcement of his own candidacy, he found himself supported by practically the entire Republican delegation in the House of Representatives from New York State. This is a compliment for which there is no precedent in New York politics, and it was keenly appreciated by Mr. Calder. Like his Scotch ancestors, Mr. Calder abhors the method of fighting which tolerates "hitting below the belt." And in his contest with Mr. Robert Bacon he never uttered a bitter word either in public or private, and did all possible to discourage his friends from attacking Mr. Bacon. He said he would fight a fair fight or retire from the race. This kind of mental poise, so valuable in the arena to which he aspires, has proved of inestimable worth to the candidate both in public and private life. He regards a seat in the Senate or an opportunity to perform public service rather than a chance to make the Calder name illustrious. And Mr. Bacon has taken the same sportsmanlike attitude that Mr. Calder did when he was defeated by Senator Wadsworth in 1914. Mr. Bacon has announced that he will earnestly support Mr. Calder and will urge all of his friends to vote for him.

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When Mr. Calder goes to Washington, he will simply be re-entering an sphere with which he is thoroughly familiar. He will be valuable as a United States Senator because of his knowledge of Washington and the conditions prevailing there. He has spent ten years in the acquisition of this knowledge, which will prove to be a valuable asset not only to the Senator himself, but to the entire State as well. The Brooklyn Eagle has dubbed the candidate "Calder the Builder," and has enlarged and expanded that idea, making him a builder of men and laws, as well as a builder of houses.

The broadness of his mind and the clarity of his vision are shown in the following quotation from a speech recently delivered in Steuben county: "The Nation's past has been glorious, her conduct noble, her development and progress astounding. But these constitute only the beginning of a more real National life. We are entering upon a World Life, a life of expansion, which, nevertheless, threatens

the stability of no other nation, which will not encroach upon the prerogatives of any government whether its head be a president, a constitutional monarch or an autocrat."

It is the general opinion among men who are acquainted with Mr. Calder and who know his record of achievement, that he will be even more successful as a Senator than he was as a Congressman. If hard work and devotion to the public interest are among the essentials to a successful political career, the people of New York will not be disappointed in Mr. Calder.

For many years New York has not been represented by a United States Senator of Scottish blood, and, irrespective of party, Mr. Calder, by fitness and experience, merits the votes of all, and especially of those of Scottish ancestry.

Golf and Players

THE "ROAD" HOLE

This is generally admitted to be the most difficult hole on the classic course at St. Andrews. It has probably been more highly praised and more thoroughly condemned than any other hole on any of the championship greens. A player's attitude to it depends largely upon the good or bad fortune he experienced when making its acquaintance. In an analytical article on the subject, Mr. Harold H. Hilton, the renowned Hoylake player, remarks: "We have tasted freely of both its joys and its sorrows. And whilst we freely admit that for many years we viewed it in the light of an extremely unfair hole, time and experience have done much to mellow our original dislike to it, and we are nowadays more inclined to agree with its fervent worshippers than with its ardent detractors." The hole has undeniable merits. To the big swiper it is a possible four, if he risks everything by driving over the sheds; to the average golfer it is a good five. It A tests a player's steadiness on the tee. straight shot, with a bit of slice, and the ball curls prettily round the end of the dyke. Then a judicious brassie stroke should be followed by an accurate pitch and run shot. And it is just at this point that the majority of strangers break down.

DRIVING AND PUTTING

Close observers of our leading golfers can hardly have failed to notice that many of our strong and inaccurate drivers are frequently good putters. This is due, according to Mr. H. Hilton, to the fact that in the erratic drive the right hand has overpowered the left, and that this tendency of depending more upon the right hand is conducive to (Continued on page 283)

The spell of the sea is as diffused and as deep as the ocean itself, and the tale would not be complete without some mention of the Phantom ships, as they are styled, and also of the Phantom Isles. It is a good ship that returns to the harbour out of which she sailed; but long before rising time the eyes of the woman would be searching the sea, and getting some news from her about the state of the men. If a Phantom ship should be seen, and a red light about it, it is a sign of life. If one should be seen that has a white light about it, it is a death-warning.

I saw a Phantom-ship last night,

A baleful light, the sign of death in her rigging,

And I understood that my young and only

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Lies beneath the claw of yonder ocean.

And if the eyes of the people may be trusted, many is the time that the seawidows themselves have taken passage in a Phantom ship, and that there is seen at the mouth of night.

A great Phantom-ship sailing the narrows A woman at her prow, continually weeping, A woman at her stern, continually wailing. A Woman in her thwarts, continually moaning.

Is there not something comforting in the thought that it is the ship which carries tidings of death to the women which also bears them across the narrows to sing their laments for the dead? But that need cause us no astonishment-the fierceness of the ocean is never greater than her kindness. And if she is warm-hearted, in consequence of that is she also strictly just. It was not once or twice in the days of mystery that she chastised the injustice of the foreigner, and that she banished the wrong-doer to that place which is reserved for those that work mischief. "Easy were it to tell by the Phantom ship," the old men would say. "If yon was her object, she would be always aflame." It is not so very long since she was seen going about this very business; and this is the tale as it was got from one of those that saw:

"We had just got in under shelter of land when there was seen a shining cloud, as if it were above the Straits of Mull. My mate says to me, 'I'll wager my ears that what is there is Tobermory raised to the skies.' And, indeed, it would have been little surprising had it been so, and the lights of the town right out into the very straits themselves. But no sooner were the words spoken than she herself appeared for it was her very own self that was there-round the Point of Ardnamurchan, and her prow was headed for Eigg, and, O great one! how swiftly she was travelling! There we were, we two, and our breath in our bosoms, and our hearts leaping out of their husks, and we dead certain all the time that if saltwater would not drown, fire would destroy. But jewel of men! the hour was not yet come; and in the twinking of an eye the great beast sped past us, and she in the shape of a red wolf, from prow to stern, and And, Mary, beloved; horrow itself was from cut-water to the top of her masts! the screaming below decks. And what course did she sail after that? The Fortunate One alone knows! But the last sight we got of her, she was reaching out to the Straits of Canna, and the Western Ocean under her prow."

We will not follow the Phantom ship any further that voyage out, but of a truth many is the time she would well repay following when the fire of the unjust is extinguished, and her gleaming sides are like the sun, and she pursuing her course to Land-of-the-Ever-Young, or to others of the Phantom Isles, such as the Isle of Emeralds, the Isle of Perpetual Rest, the gleaming Isle of the Light of the Moon and the White Isle of the Ever Generous. Doubtless, there are other isles there that are by no means as pleasant as these the Isle of Constant Debt, where the folk of the long tongues are sent; the Isle of Shadows, where reside envy and the evil eye, and Rocabarraidh under the Wave (to the west of Barra), where the great