In spite of the impossibility of amending the Constitution, Governor Marshall's administration has succeeded in putting into effect a great deal of progressive legislation. The state has ratified the Income Tax Amendment to the Constitution; it petitioned Congress to submit an amendment providing for direct election of Senators; it passed corrupt practices and campaign publicity acts. A most liberal employers' liability act was passed, abolishing the fellow servant rule, and the doctrine of assumed risk. Furthermore, child labor laws were strengthened, the Railroad Commission was empowered to fix rates, and the Tax Board was given AT THE BAT IN A FRIENDLY GAME OF BASEBALL with the new, direct methods for which the electorate of most of the states are clamoring. The parties are so evenly divided in the Hoosier state that a wish of any appreciable group receives instant attention. The Democratic candidate insists that the tariff is the issue on which the campaign must be fought. "The rule of the people,' which the third term candidate talks about, may be all very well, but what the people want to-day is the abolition of the wicked 'protective' duties that burden every family, every individual. The average American doesn't care to be offered the comforts of religion when he is hungry. When he wants salad, he won't be put off with a promise of salvation." IN A BORROWED AUTOMOBILE USUALLY GOVERNOR MARSHALL RIDES IN THE STREET CARS TO THE EXECUTIVE OFFICE, AS HE DOES NOT OWN A CARRIAGE OR CAR enlarged powers. Cold storage limitations were enacted, a standard of weights and measures was adopted, sanitary schoolhouses and medical inspection of pupils were provided for. Laws were passed making the block system of signals on railroads obligatory; a bureau for inspection of mines, factories, and boilers was Copyright, 1912, by Launer MRS. MARSHALL WHO WORKS ALMOST AS HARD AS HER HUSBAND FOR THE CAUSE OF GOOD GOVERNMENT established; a commission was formed to advance agricultural and industrial education; building and loan associations were brought under the banking department of the state; a system of uniform accounting was established in all state departments. Columbia City, where Mr. Marshall practised law from his 21st birthday, in the Centennial year, down to the day of his inauguration as Governor, is an ordinary county-seat without special attractiveness or interest, set down on the prairie twentyfive miles west of Ft. Wayne. The Whitley County lawyer's fame extended through all the counties round, however, and he practised all through northeast Indiana. Till well over forty, he lived a bachelor; then he lost his heart to a girl in Angola, where he was arguing a case. Since he married Miss Kinsey, fourteen years ago, the couple have never been separated for twenty-four hours. She accompanies him everywhere; many were her adventures during the campaign in which her husband visited every county in the state. The companionship is not merely romantic, though it is that; Mrs. Marshall, it is noticeable, is a second pair of eyes and ears for the Governor, shrewdly alert to all that he ought to see and hear. The Marshalls' home at Indianapolis the state provides no residence is a modest cottage backing up against the Benjamin Harrison homestead. It is a comfortable sort of place, and the occupants will leave it with regret. "To tell the truth," remarks the Governor, with the perfectly simple frankness with which he will tell his inmost thought on any subject in the world, "the VicePresidency ought to pay more. "The Vice-Presidency ought to pay more. I don't see how we are going to get along at Washington. We are very modest people. I live in a rented house and walk or take the street-car to my office every day, and don't need much. I borrowed money to run for Governor on, and I have managed to pay that nearly all off all but about eighteen hundred dollars. And now I've had to arrange to borrow more to pay my personal expenses with this time. I would have declined if it wouldn't have looked peculiar. If I have to go to Washington how am I going to save all that out of my salary? It isn't right." It isn't right. The United States doesn't deserve to get a first rate man for Vice-President unless it makes the office "pay more." We shall be lucky to get a man like Marshall. INDIA "KIM" IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF THE HERO OF MR. KIPLING'S TALE OF THE EAST BY EDGAR ALLEN FORBES Copyright, 1912, by E. A. Forbes "LITTLE FRIEND OF ALL THE WORLD" "Though he was burned black as any native, If it be permitted, let me first recount my achievements, after the manner of Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, "M. A., of Calcutta University"- otherwise known to the players of the Great Game as "R. 17." Twice have I roamed over the empire where Kim and his "Holy One" wandered in quest of the River that "washes away all taint and speckle of sin." I have seen the "te-rain" to Umballa, the Gates of Learning at Lucknow, the Temple of the Tirthankers at Benares, "the long, peaceful line of the Himalayas flushed in morning gold," and "that wonderful road that leads into Great China itself." I have heard the creaking well-windlasses in the yellow afterglow, "the gurgling, grunting hookahs" in the still, sticky dark, and the boom of a Tibetan devil-gong. The "ash-smeared fakirs by their brick shrines under the trees," the mouse-colored Brahminee bull, the letter-writer squatting in the shade, the patient coolie pulling the punkah, the strong-scented Sansis whose touch is deep pollution all these have I seen many times. And, after a search that for a time seemed as hopeless as the lama's search for the River of the Arrow, I have made pilgrimage to the spot where the author of "Kim" was born. Suffer me, therefore, to acquire merit! ET US concede, for the Kim" before ever I went to India, and that I THE AMRITZAR GIRL "O Holy One, a woman has given us in charity so that I can come with thee a woman with a golden heart." was to me a most wonderful story of the Government's secret service - "the Great Game that never ceases, day or night, throughout India." That was yesterday. Today "Kim" is to me the best guide-book and the most faithful interpreter that the traveler may find in India. No other book that I know of so clearly unfolds that wonderful land and its mysterious customs - and I am not unfamiliar with Murray's and "The Other Side of the Lantern." The life of India as set forth in "Kim" is the life that the traveller sees before him everywhere with clamour and shoutings, cries of water and sweetmeat venders, shouts of native policemen, and shrill yells of women gathering up their baskets, their families, and their husbands." Kim's friends were all there the Amritzar courtesan, the fat Hindu money-lender, the well-to-do cultivator with his wife and baby, the burly Sikh artisan, the young Dogra soldier of the Loodhiana Sikhs, and the entire passenger-list of the te-rain to Umballa. That northward journey was one long commentary on the book - but the book was also a commentary on the land. As now, with closed eyes, memory goes racing back over the highways of British India - north to the Punjab, east to the lowlands of Bengal, north again to the Himalayan snows, and southeast to the old Rangoon pagoda one vision stands out sharp and clear against a confused background of palaces, temples, and hovels. It is the vision of the boy of India - that pathetic silhouette that unconsciously stands in picturesque Dose against every Indian skyline. MAHBUB ALI, THE HORSE TRADER throughout the empire, "every detail lighted from behind like twigs on treetops seen against lightning." If all India should be blotted out tomorrow by a great tidal wave and the Bay of Bengal should henceforth wash the southern slopes of the Himalayas, and if at the same time all other books about India should be obliterated, that picturesque life could be reproduced in large part from "Kim" alone. An artist familiar with the costumes and the coloring of the East could turn its pages slowly and bring back the whole land, from the Punjab to the sea. The one great gap would perhaps be the life of Benares, which does not appear in Mr. Kipling's story except in an incidental way. As I went northward for a thousand miles from Bombay, paragraphs and sentences and phrases from "Kim" flashed. by like telegraph poles. Whenever the train stopped alongside a station, there on the platform I saw "the station filled A BHISTIE, OR WATER-CARRIER |