A Dialogue on Peace

Levin Daily Chronicle, 28 March 1918, Page 1

A Dialogue on Peace

BETWEEN A HOUSEHOLDER AND A BURGLAR. (By the Hon. Henry Van Dyicc, D.C.L. recently United States Minister to Holland.) The house was badly wrecked by the struggle which had raged through it. The walls were marred, tho windows and mirrors shattered, the pictures ruined, the furniture smashed into kindling wood. * Worst of all, the faitEful servants and some of the children were lying in dark corners, dead or grievously wounded. Tho Burglar who had wrought the damage sat in the middle of the diningroom floor, with his swag around him. It was neatly arranged in bags, for in spite of his madness he was a most methodical man. One bag was labelled silverware; another, jewels; another, cash; and others souvenirs. There was blood on his hands and a fatuous smile on his face. '' Surely lam a mighty man,'' he said to himself, "and I have proved it! But lam very tired, as well as kindhearted, and I feel that it is now time to begin a conversation on Peacc." The Householder, who was also something of a Pacifist on appropriate occasions, but never a blind one, stood near. Through the brief lull in the rampage he overheard the mutterings of the Burglar. "Were you speaking to me?'' he asked. "As a matter of fact," answered-the Burglar, '' I was talking; to myself. But there it ia tho same thing. Are we Hot brothers? Do we not both love Peace? Come sit beside me, and let us talk about it.'' '' What do you mean by Peace,'' said the Householder, looking grimly around Mm; "do you mean all this?" "No, no," said the Burglar; "that is—er —not exactly! 'All this' is most regrettable. I weep over it. If I could have had my way unopposed it would never have happened. But until you sit down close beside me I really cannot tell you in particular what I mean by that blessed word Peace. In general, I mean something like the status quo ante bel '' "In this case," interrupted the Householder, "you should say the status quo ante furtum —not bellum (the state of things before the burglary, not before the war); You are a mighty robber—not a common thief, but a most uncommon one. Do you mean to restore the plunder you have grabbed?"' "Yes, certainly," replied the Burglar,, in a magnanimous tone; "that is to say, E mean you shall have a part of it, freely and willingly. I could keep it all, you know, but I am too noble to do that. You shall take the silverware and the souvenirs, I will take the jewels and'the cash. Isn't-that a fair division? Peace must always stand on a basis of equality between the two parties. Shake hands on it."

The Householder put his hand behind his back.

"You insult me," said he. "If I were your equal I should shame.' Waive the comparison. What about the damage you have done here? Who shall repair it?" "All the world," cried the Burglar eagerly; "everybody will help—especially your big neighbour across the lake. He is a fool with plenty of money. You cannot expect me to contribute. I am poor, but as honest as my profession will permit. This damage in your house is not wilful injury. It is merely one of the necessary accompaniments of my practice of burglary. You ought not to feel sore about it. Why do you call attention to it, instead of talking politely and earnestly about the blessings of Peace?" "I am talking to you as politely as I can," said the Householder, moistening his dry lips, "but while I am doing it, I feel as if I were smeared with mud. Tell me, what have you to say about my children and my servants whom you have tortured and murdered?"

"Ah, that," answered the Burglar shrugging his shoulders and spreading out his hands, palms upward, so that he looked like a gigantic toad, " —that indeed is so very, very sad! My heart mourns over it! But how could it be avoided? Those foolish people would not lie down, would not be still. Their conduct was directly contrary to my system; see section 417, chapter 93, in my' Great Field-Book of Burglary," under the title " Schrecklichkeit," Perhaps in the excitement of the moment I went a little beyond those scientific regulations. The babies need not have been killed—only terrified. But that was a mere error of judgment which you will readily forgive and forget for the sake of the holy cause of Peace. Will you not?" The Householder turned quickly and spat into the fireplace. "Blasphemer," he cried, "my gorge rises at you! Can there be any forgiveness until you repent? Can there be any Peace in the world if you go loose in it, ready to break and enter and kill when it pleases you? Will you lay down your weapons and come before the Judge?" The K Burglar rose slowly to his feet, twisting up his moustache with bloody brass-knuckled hands.

"You are a colossal ass," he growled. "You forget how strong I am, how much I can still hurt you. I have offered you a chance to get Peace. Don't you want it?" "Not as a present from you," said the Householder, slowly. "It would poison me. I would rather die a decent man's death.'

He went a step nearer to the Burglar, who quickly backed away. "Come," the Householder continued, "let us bandy compliments no longer. You are where you have no right to be. You can talk when I got you before the Judge. I want Peace no more than I want justice. While there is a God in heaven and honest freemen still live on earth I will fight for both." He took a fresh grip on his club, and the Burglar backed again, ready to spring. Through the dead silence of the room there came a loud knocking at the door. Could it be the big neighbour from across the lake?