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A Bachelor's Diary By MAX. EBRUARY 23.—1 t is so lfln:.: since F I poured out my confidence into vour white paper ears, Diary, that you are looking as neglected us a run-down clock, and the reason 's not what one of your romantic notions mighit immagine, No, I have not been on my honey moon. | know that when a man gors on his honeymoon he never takes lis diary with him, but when I go cn such an uncertain trip I intend to do that very thing that I may frankly write down in black and white if the journey has proved a disappointment. That will be something new under the sun; not the disappointment, my mo:t patient friends, but the diary! Dis appointment on a honeymoon is an old story, but one that has never been told-—-that is, we mean men have never told if we are disappointed. The women bheing to tell of their disap pointment before the wedding cake is cut. Where He Was. I have been abroad! 1 was called to KFrance ‘the morning after.,” 1 do not remember the date, but 1 know it was the morning after Sally Spencer telephoned for me to come to her house, and I went over, cxpecting to find Jack there, of course, and fouad her all alone in the house with even the servants gone, I found many things, the chief one of which is that I am not any worse than other men. That is a discovery every man makes when he takes his conscience into a dark and lonely spot in the woods and wrestles wita it in purely Scriptural fashion. On the way to the woods, to speak figuratively, I met Bob Sloane. Just divorced by his wife because another man had divorced his wife because of Bob Sloane. Regarded the wrecking of two homes a 9 a joke, and has no in, tention of marrying the woman niade homeless on his account, Also when in the woods wrestling with my conscience, met Alan Hari ing. Old bachelor like myself, who was on his way to meet a gay party who were to be his guests on a cruise in the Mediterranean. Called it an affinity cruise because those to be his guests were not married. Cease to be affinities, he said, when they marry. Would 1 go along after getting throngh my business in Paris? I ro fused without the lecture I once would have given, feeling in"my self-disgu=t that I was not fit to criticise. s He Feels Better. It was after several meetings with old friends like this that I decided 1 was no worse than other men. A very degenerating sort of comfort, but one which we all at different tinmes employ to put our better selves to sleep Then, with this discovery, 1 emerged from the woods, dragging my badly drugged and knocked-out conscience behind me, It was while still in this mood, the nearest Kkin to spiritual exaltation that a man knows, that 1 arrived in Paris, and found myself one cold gray day in the bright morning room of the home of Mrs. Martin Post, whose husband, my confidential agent abroad for many vears, had died six weeks before. 1 had spent the day before in my Paris office installing poor Post's successor, and called on his widow to express my condolence. What o blossoming-out effect such a bereavement has on a woman! He had married her, I recalled, some ten years bhefore, a little French .giri of plain face and shy ways, and had brought her to this country on a wed dingntour, and T had given a dinner in their Thoror. 1 wondered then what Post had seen in hér, 1 wondered no longer when a very pretty woman, ail in black, stood facing me a few min utes later, letting me hold her hand a little longer than necessary, and even, when | spoke feelingly of Post, shed ding a few tears on my shoulder. A Widow's Tears. They were not disfiguring tears. A widow's tears, somehow, are never of the disfiguring kind. If ever 1 see a widow who hascriad hes eyes red and her nose blue 1 shall feel that here, at last, is one whose grief is unique. Mrs. Post's tears rather enhanced her attractiveness by the appeal they made to m@ superior strength and chivalry, and, looking back now, I can see that I held her hands quite, quite long and that when she put her head on my shoulder I rather enjoyed her grief, remembering that the Bible urges all good Christians to comfort the widowed and the fatherless, 1 remained in Parig a month longer than I had intended. Mrs, Post's helplessness in all fitancial matters making my stay imperative. 'l'rue she has a father and several brothers, but, some how, she said, she had more reliance in me because poor, dear Martin had alwgys had such confi dence in me. And I felt that T must live up to poor, dear Martin's opinion and devoted much time to putting his widow's financial affairs in shape and taking her to places of amusement, that I might divert her mind from her overw helming scrrow And she always, when she spoke of oor, dear Martin, would cry on my !hnulder, g 0 that 1 grew quite in the habit when alone with her of men tioning poor, dear Martin to her in every breath. I had heard that when those in sorrow give way to tears it makes the grief easier 1o bealf, The Weekly Georg BRINGING UP FATHER ) e eYT Ts w7yt 1 A D e R ?s?\;B\,: ‘K\:;’?w | AM DELIGHTED L 2 TO HEAR NOU UG OVE . SAY THAT- - GERMANY ! e 4‘\ ADIES ! 5/" ) Lo i AND THE T —5 MAGAIE - \J SOLDIERS ( MAY 2E THE \ BAROIY 15 ARE ALL T HUNGRY | S 0 HAND- ( ) e SOME ! ! 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Nevver-the-less it is the truth, sed Pa, It always caim natural to me to rite, & I nevver cared wether 1 knew about a subjeck or not wen I rote about it. & that is jest why you nevver rote anything that anybody evver heard of, sed Ma. Doant get Bobbie's hed turned with yure foolish speeches. You know he cant rite about the bu ties. of Nature unless he has seen them, Thay are all about him, sed Pa. That is why 1 taik him hunting & fishing with me so much. I will start his essay for him, & then he can fin nish it & he needent tell his teecher that 1 helped him if he doesnt want to. Then Pa went into the library & this is how he beegan my essay: The buties of Nature are very buti ful. That is to say, thay are luvly to the eye, wich is the same thing differently expressed. The waving tree, the lowing kine, the gentel frog that sets on yonder primrose bank & blinks at the sun, the trout that darts up the streem & grabs an angel worm with a hook in it, the lamb that stretches its graceful limbs in the pastur, all of these buties of nature ou ENTIRELY OVERLOOKED) e s “Tie LIMB BRACELET ! WEE" weE' __._.__.__T___,——- WEE' WEE' N (Y . = \ 4 » ) , ‘:\ ’ I&\\} o 7 SR W(\ W Ll 7 ({“.‘f'\,} 5 W ok / /fl"‘o a Mgl .// gg‘i’[/yfl (Wi ‘V h“/‘ ‘ \ ’~‘--v & '/“ oy DA W= e g e) Sl .' SR \'l( i&é " | ) \ SAI | B i vg ! are pleesing to the human eye & the soul of a thinker like me, l What a awkward way to begin a essay, sed Ma, to say The buties of ’Nuturn are very butiful. It is like \ saying the halr on a dog is vary hairy. Doant imterrupt me till I bave fin ) ished, sed Pa, this is how {'end my part of Bobbie's essay: From the beginning of all time man has looked up to & adored the buties of Nature. The leg¢ves on the tree are green in the summer & so \ls the grass on the ground. This are a green that no artist has eyver i matched. What grate painter, except my brother, evver painted a flaming forest in the Autumn, all crimson & goald. 'The buties of Nature can not be did oaver by man, but eternal & sublimely butiful thay shall butify Nature until the planet has crumbled away to dust a bhillion years from now or maybe a billion & a quar ter yeuars, I think you better let Bobble rite Lis own littel essay, sed Ma. The teacher will think the poor child is very dumb if he starts off his es say like that, Is that so? sed Pa. I doant think yvou are much of a critic, séd Pa. You nevver rote anything yureself & certainly if you cant rite vou cant criticise.. To be a critic, ‘one must be a riter, too. Well, med Ma, if that I 8 the case you arent much of a critic eether. 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