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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 25, 1913,
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"Echo no more returns the cheerful
sound,
Of sharpening scythe; the mower sink
ing heaps
O’er him 'the humid hay, with flowers
perfumed;
And scarce a chirping grasshopper is
heard
Through the dumb mead.”
Summer time is truly on us. The
long days, if one rises with the birds,
allows ample time for many pleasures
that have been in one’s mind, but could
not be realized before.
I have been renewing my acquain
tance with the insect world, and it seems
to me that many others have, too, for
among the good things I have read right
on this line was an article that I read
in the American Magazine.
Henry Fabre, a peasant of Provence,
has been hailed as “The Insects Homer.’*
His life has been a varied one, yet to
-many it would have been such a series
of discouragements that they would
never have acomplished anything.
He atended the village school till he
was allowed free instruction at the col
lege of Rodez, as a reward for singing
in the choir of the village church. His
parents died when he was fifteen and
he had to leave school and earn a liv
ing. His ambition was to be a teacher
of mathematics and then began his
struggles. He could not afford an in
structor, but by courage and persever
ance he succeeded in mastering the
science and was given a place in a col
lege in Corsica at a rediculously small
salary. He was an excellent teacher
and greatly beloved by pupils and as
sociates.
While at Rodez he became interested
in insect life, enjoyed Virgil especially
because he gave accounts of bees and
turtle doves. While in Corsica he was
encouraged by a great botanist to go on
with his nature studies. The great man
recognized Fabre's genius and they must
have enjoyed many hours in the woods
and fields studying insect life.
As usual with geniuses, he married
at twenty, and added responsibilities
made it necessary for him to add to
his salary. The harder work and longer
hours put the realization of his dreams
as a naturalist, with nothing to do but
study the insects, in the dim, dim fu
ture.
Ts a stepping stone to something
better he was appointed professor of
mathematics at the Lycee in Avignon
and while there concieved the idea of
making a dye from the. madder roots
around that city. •
The factory w r as in course of erec
tion when analyne dye was discovered.
Shall we call this his second or third
“jold from fortune’s car?”
These things did not disturb the
sweetness of his dispostion. He con
tinued to study the habits of his in
sects friends and wrote of them dur
ing the intervals of his duties. After
struggling for fifty years his writings
brought him sufficient income to allow
his to retire from active work. With
his own hands he built a litle cottage
at Serignan and settled down at the
age of seventy to carry out the dre^m
so long cherished. This pathetic little
paragraph tells how he felt:
“The wish is realized. It is a little
late. O my pretty insects! I greatly
fear that the peach is offered me only
when I have no teeth wherewith to
eat it. O my busy hymenoptera, to en
able me to add yet a few seemly pages
to your history, or will my failing
strength cheat my good intentions?”
That was twenty years ago, and this
lovable old philosopher is still writ
ing of his “pretty insects.” A devoted
daughter lives with him and he has the
friendship of some great men. He has
never thought of fame, but has in
spired others to such an extent that
they have won renown. Maurice Maeter
linck is a most notable example, for it
was talks with Faber that prompted
his masterpiece, “The Life of the Bee.”
Darwin greatly admired the gentle Pro
vencal and called him “the incompar
able observer.” Mr. Frank Harris, the
English critic, has said of his magical
ly written “Entomological Memoirs.”
now being published in English, “the
wisest man and certainly the best read
in the books of nature, of whom the
centuries has left us any record.”
This great* man reached his four-score
years comparatively unappreciated. In j
fact, only a few months ago feome Eng
lish and American newspapers heralded
his achievements and the sordid fact
that he was on the verge of starvation.
This made the French nation bestir
itself and settle a pension on the mod
est old man. Let us hope that he
may live many years to enjoy it, and
enrich posterity with his observations
and poetic chronicles.
There is nothing more absorbing than
to have a mind at ease, such as the
gentle provencal longed for, and study
any of the insect family. The ants are
about the best organized. I believe
they not only have armies, slaves and
nurses for their young, but the aphis
serves as a cow. Bees have their queen
and workers, but there is not the sys
tem or organization, so far as long dis
tance observation has taught me. I was
told by an Englishman that I’d have
no trouble with swarms if a sheet, or
any white cloth were spread in front
of the hive. That they would stop right
there. I once heard of a swarm that
was majestically (?) sailing down a
street and all stopped on a white um
brella. Have any of the readers of
this page used the white cloth?
I have been told that I need a hive of
bees on this place. I may need them,
but I don’t want them. See the differ
ence?
Poets have had ae much to say of
bees as the butterflies. Even Milton,
Shakespeare and Virgil have paid tribute
to the little workers. The poet Smart
touches the point that to me is most
wonderful:
* ♦ * “The chemist there
May with astonishment invidious, view
His toils outdone by each plebean bee,
Who at the royal mandate, on the wing.
From various herbs and from discord
ant flowers,
“A perfect harmony of sweets com
pound,”
Another poet calls the bee “a cunning
architect
Who at the roof begins her golden work,
STnd builds without foundation.”
well as to themselves.
This is just about the time of year
for the Japanese to be building sand
piles and sand forts and long ridges
along the roadside, near their doorways,
and wnerever there is a probable path,
lest some unfortunate be forgotten.
These are stuck full of a kind of in
cense about the size of knitting needles
and it is set fire to. That is done year
ly to propitiate the spirits of those
friends or relatives who as insects
might have been stepped on. Truly they
who worship other than the true God,
and our Savior, Jesus, are in bondage.*
There are eighteen different insects
mentioned in the Bible, and in Leviticus
we are told which may be eaten, and
which are unclean. Have you an idea
which are the ecTibles? We have such
an abundance of other things, more ap
petizing, that none of them appeal to
us. But in the far east, where millions
of people live a miserable, actually hun
gry* existence, they are eaten. I have
seen children over there eat the larvae of
wasps. The unsohisticated rustic con
siders them a dainty if fried in oil. And
I’ve watched men fishing with grass
hoppers. They always bit off the head
before putting the body on the hook.
Don’t get disgusted. Live and learn.
And read*your Bibles enough to “gently
scan your fellow man.”
Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
WHO IS HELA?
Dear Miss Thomas: Twice recently I have
come across the name Hein. I know, or feel
feure that its a myth, and in some way con
nected with death, but I want to be certain.
There are probably others as Ignorant as I am,
so please tell us. A. G. W.
Answer—It Is not surprising that you do noi
know about Hela (Death) for , she is a Scan
dinavian creation. Hela was mistress of the
Scandinavian hel and must have been a most
amazing creature, a heartleiss monster, half
black and half blue. She lived daintily (?) on
the brains and marrow of men. Her domain
was anything but enticing, the air was a fog
and gloomy rivers flowed through it. Dead wom
en were her companions.
Hela was one of Loki’s three children and
when Odin decided that they might do too tnrf i
mischief to gods and men, he had them separ
ated. The serpent he threw into the sea. this
one, Hela, he gave power over nine worlds or
regions, there she distributes all who die of telc*-
ness or old age. Her hall is Elvidnir. Hunger
is her table, Starvation her knife, Delay her
manservant, Slowness her maid, Precipice her
threshold, Care her bed, Burning Anguish forms
the hangings of her apartments.
It is interesting to read of the wolf Fenrlte,
the third child. Odin had great trouble having
him captured. Finally the gods sent a messen
ger to the mountain spirits who made a won
derful chain. It was fashioned of sis tilings
that I want to pay attention to, you may neeu
a remarkable chain one of these days, though I
am not saying you can get the duplicate. This
one was composed of the noise made by the
footfall of a cat, the beards of women, the roots
of stones, the breath of fishes, the nerves (sen
sibilities) of bears, and the spittle of birds.
This was as (soft and smooth as a silken string.
Almost every country has the same myths with
a local coloring, but those of Scandanavia have
always fascinated me.
ELIZABETH ZANE.
This dauntless pioneer maiden’s name
Is Inscribed in gold on the scroll of fame;
She was the lassie who knew no fear
When the'tomahawk gleamed on the far fron
tier.
If deeds of daring should win renown,
Let us honor this damsel of Wlieelingtown,
Who braved the savage with deep disdain,
Bright-eyed, buxom Elizabeth Zaue.
Twas more than a hundred years ago,
They were close beset by the dusky foe;
They had spent of powder their scanty store,
And who the gauntlet would run for more?
She snrang to the portal and shouted “I;”
Tis better a girl than a man should die;
My loss would be but the garrison’s gain,
Unbar the gate,” said Elizabeth Zane.
The powder was sixty yards way,
Around her the foemen in ambush lay;
As she darted from shelter they gazed with
Then wildly shouted. “ A squaw, a squaw!
She neither swerved to the left nor right,
Swift as an antelope was her flight.
‘‘Quick, oren the door!” she cried amain, ^
“For a hope forlorn, tis Elizabeth Zane.
No time had she to waiver or wait,
Back she must go, ere it be too late;
She snatched from the table its cloth in haste
And knotted it deftly about her waist;
Then filled it with powder—never, 1 ween,
Had powder so lovely a mazagine;
Then scorning the bullets, a deadly rain,
Like a startled fawn fled Elizabeth Zane.
She gained the fort with her precious freight!
Strong hands fastened the oaken gate;
Brave men’s eyes were snffused with tears
That had there been strangers for years.
From flint-look rifles again there sped,
’Gainst the skulking redskins a storm of lead,
And the warwhoop sounded that day in vain,
Thanks to the deed of Elizabeth Zane.
Talk not to me of Paul ti ^ evere : . . .
A man on horseback with naught to fear.
Nor ^>f old John Burns, with Ins bell-crowned
He’d an army to back him, so what of that?
Here’s to the heroine, plump and brown,
Who ran the gauntlet In Wbeeliugtown.
Here is a record without a s’aln—
Beautiful, buxom Elizabeth^.,
(So many requests come for recitations I
shall from time to time publish some. Please
put them in your scrap books.!
'So much for the Insects we can i
dse, but what about the potato |
itle, the worms in squashes, the mos- j
;to and boll weevil,” suggests my J
ntor. Thus far I haven't found them
i unqualified delight, but all’s for the j
jt. If this old world should be freed j
, m the depredators we would not ap- j
iciate the fruits of our labors. It’s
3 things that we work for and even !
ffer for that seem most precious,
en as man must earn his bread by
> sweat of his brow there must he
re than the famous fifty-seven ways
moistening that brow, and keeping the
!e cts off of things certainly is . one of
sm. Be glad that you live in a coun-
r whose religion does not teach that
en the pestiverous insects may be
parted relatives whose lives here fit-
them for a plane of existence that is
oomfortable to people and animals as
APPLES OE GOLD
Dear Miss Thomas: There seems, no time
for so many things that I planned to do this
summer. I am having such a good time; but I
determined two months ago to yo '’
mu* this page means to me, and hundreds who
look for It as eagerly as for the letters from
h °l' e ’stnrted to say, the letters from per
sonal friends, but took time to remember that
Mrs. Alexander and those olessed babies;
Rowgan and his sister. Busy Bee with her
cheery, yet straight to the point religious
views: Ala. May. who makes her letters
so far apart: Vera Noble, who promised to
do better than two a year: Eula Lee, whose
last letter is better every time; B. Plain-
man and Mrs. B. Plainman. who have our
sympathy in the loss of their little boy; Cricket
on the Hearth, whose letters are gems to be
treasured; Country Contributor, who comes
just often enough to let us know she loves
iis; all these and a hundred more are like
personal friends to me. I lived my early life
on a farm and we had no dear neighbors.
There were not many duties for me to per
form and I am sure I don’t know what I
would have done but for Our Household. I
used to lay the paper aside with a deep
drawn sigh and feel just as If I had been
visiting some of the nicest sort of people.
This has been a very different year. I bad
the pleasure of considerable travel In the
spring and thus far the summer has given
me infinite variety. The boys are off at
schooP, one is in Germany, we are located in
a pleasant town and my conscience does not
hurt me when I leave my parents, as it did
the years we were in the country.
Miss Thomas. I’ve been reading some of the
books you like. Do you remember your com
ments on “The Road to Providence” and “My
Brother’s Keeper”? Of course you don’t, hut
they made me turn my attention to those au
thors and I’ve had a great deal of pleasure
reading their hooks. I waa near the sup
nosed scene of Octave Thanet’s book, “By
Inheritance.” and I can say that she has
done a great work by “setting down In writ
ing” the facts. They were well told and
pi overt ‘‘eye openers” to some who have never
been south.
Next week my parents are going to chaperon
ten of us on a trip to the coast, not a health
resort nor a watering place, but just a # fine
place for an outing. They often tell us of
going in their own carriage with servants and
all necessary arrangements and keeping house
at some springs that now have fine hotels
and one couldn’t rent a cottage lor the season
short of a small fortune. Mother says that
once grandmother hunted high and low for her
best tablecloth, or the best she took on such
a trip, and when the sheets were brought from
the boys’ cottage, an annex about a hundred
yards away, what should she behold but her
damask table cloth! Her son had said once or
twice that he certainly was sleeping in cool
sheets. The housemal dsaid she certainly found
It In the sheet trunk. My greatest joy will
be the swimming in the salt water and I ex
pect to be as brown as a berry when I come
home. Miss Thomas, I met a friend of yours
who says that you have used the Atlantic,
the Pacific, the Inland Sea of Japan and the
North Sea between Japan and Siberia for your
swimming pools. We got a good map and she
traced some of your route for me. Five dlt*
Por July 27th. Ex., 4;29-6-l.
mJMJUU __
Golden Text; “Blessed are they that mourn; for they shall be comforted.”
Math., 5:4.
When Moses had offered all the ob
jections he could against going back to
Lgypt, and when every one had been
answered by God, he left for his long
journey. He was a different man from
the one who had left Egypt nearly forty
years before. The difference was due
to the preparation he had had. but the
chief difference was due to the vision
he had had of God in the burning bush,
by which his self-confidence had been
taken away and replaced by confidence
in God.
He had some desperate Illness, or
narrowly escaped some terrible danger
on the way. until he removed .the evi
dence /of his neglect of God’s require
ments by circumcising his son. over the
protest of his wife.
MOSES MEETS AARON.
While he was on the way to Egypt
a message came from God to Aaron in
structing him to go and meet Mos0s in
the wilderness. He obeyed immediately.
I can picture to myself better than I
can describe the meeting of these two
brothers after the lapse of so many
years. Aaron had been In Egypt and
was thoroughly in touch with the
trouble against his people. He was
also linguistically fitted to do the work,
while Moses’ long absence had dulled
his ability to speak the Egyptian lan
guage verj' mateidally.
When they met, Aaron kissed and
kissed him after the manner of
Orientals, and then they had a long con
ference over the things that had oc-
cured. Aaron must have told Moses of
the death of 'Thutmose ITT; of the suc
cession to the throne of Anenhoep II;
of his cruelty; of the* distress of his
ferent nations wore your companions at somo
time or other, our own, the Canadians, Hawal-
ians, Japanese, Koreans and Russians. Yet
she says you’ve settled down to your chickens
and garden with as much enthusiasm as if you
had been raised on a farm. Wish me “bon
voyage" on this excursion to the coast, for T
am counting on such a good time.
Sincerely,
MIGNON MARSHALL.
HOW ABOUT THIS?
Dear Miss Thomas: Sometimes, as I read the
letters I wonder if mine is the only heart filled
with discontent. I am thirty years old, the old
est of six children, and the only one that has
even been expected to give up everything that,
to me, made life worth living. Mother’s health
was miserable at the time I should have gone to
college; father wouldn’t have given me the
money had it been otherwise. I’ve been up
with the birds and to bed with the stroke of
ten a great many years and all day long mv
feet and hands and mind have given faithful
service. What have I to show for it? Victuals
and clothes and a shelter.
“More than many a married woman” I’ve
been told, but all of ns think that if we had
been allowed to do things our way success
would have crowned us.
he boys were given colts, or calves, and
when they sold them there was no question
as to who owned the money. Butter I churned,
from cows I raised went into the general fund.
Eggs sold from heus I raised were not consid
ered mine. True. I had all I asked for, but
that’s not like having a little money with no
strings tied to it. Even my church assessment
went from my faither’s pocketbook, not mine.
I must have been an attractive girl, for 1
had friends in school and during my earlier
years, but there was always some excuse (1
don’t say reason) for me to go with my parents
or stay at home until it took the edge off my
pleasures ami I’ve gradually dropped out of the
social life.
Very different has been the life of my sister.
She went off to school, married as soon as she
graduated and today expects me to keep the
children while she goes away for her summer
outing. “The children are better off at grand
pa’s than in a hotel, and one needs to enlarge
one’s mental horizon by a complete change” is
the way the case is put to me.
Where is my change? It is going to her
house a week every spring and fall and sewing
until 1 hate the sight of clothes.
Tell me what you would do?
VIRGINIA MIDDLETON.
people for so long until his oppression
drove them to prayer for deliverance.
And Moses told Aaron of his life as a
shepherd; of his family; of his settling
down to the life of the desert; of his
well-nigh abandonment of his early as
pirations to deliver his people; of his
discouragement. Then he told Aaron of
the vision of God, and of His com
mands to‘him; of the part he had to
play, and of God’s promise of His pres
ence; of what’s Pharaoh’s attitude
would be, but of their ultimate victory.
Aaron was convinced that God had
sent Moses. The first victory had been
won. Moses must convince the people
and Pharaoh; but his first skirmish was
successful.
MOSES MOULDING OPINION. -
The next^step (upon reaching Goshen)
was a difficult task, more so than we
together, and convince them that God
had sent Moses upon this mission. This
was a difficult task .more so than we
might imagine at first. Think of it, a
man without followers, without wealth
or Influence, without reputation (ex
cept one that would be unsavoury in
JSgypt) coming to take from probably
the most powerful nation in the world-
one of its most valuable possessions, a
million or more slaves! Nor was the
most difficult part of the task the Egyp
tian end of it. It was far more diffi
cult to convince the slaves themselves
of his ability to overcome the Egyptian
obstacles, This faith hi him on their
part was absolutely essential to success.
So Moses began that part of his task.
The elders were called together first,
and to them Moses and Aaron recited
the story of Gpd’s dealings and His
promises. They were ready for de
liverance; they appreciated keenly the
need of the people; they had faith in
God, and were convinced that Moses was
j His messenger. The seoond skirmish
was successful.
Then the people were called together.
I can Imagine the interested groups all
through the land of Goshen, as the va
rious elders told the groups under them
of the stranger who had come from
the land of Midian and of the vision
I he had had. No doubt many of the
: older ones remembered the young gen-
i eral who had led the Egyptian army to
success over Ethiopia, and who had,had
to leave Egypt, because of his over-
zealous defense of his countryman. Pos
sibly some were old enough to remem
ber the strange happening after his
birth and the remarkable way his life
had been spared. Others recalled possi
bly the noble sacrifice he had made, re
fusing the throne of Egypt and iden
tifying himself with them. All of this
helped to win their favor; but it was
not sufficient.
The small groups coalesced; before
all the people, Aaron told the story of
Moses’ call to this particular service,
and Moses showed the signs (the rod-
serpent and the leprous hand) in the
sight of all the people. They were con
vinced. The third skirmish was suc
cessful. Moses had moulded their opin
ion, had accomplished a stupendous
task. That is where God’s hand is man
ifest, for while we do> not know how
long it had taken, it was incredibly
short for such a work.
MOSES MISUNDERSTOOD.
The task now before him was Pha
raoh. He entered upon this with the
knowledge beforehand that he would
be unsuccessful at first. It was no
easy job to begin a thing knowing it
would fail. But Moses had orders: his
business was but to ooey. How dif
ferent our lives and the world would
be if we obeyed as implicitly, disregard
ing results. Your job and mine is to
obey; it is God’s business to look after
.he results.
So Moses and Aaron went in unto
Pharaoh and asked that he let the peo
ple go three days into the wilderness
to sacrifice to their God. This request
was not tneirs, but was their order from
Jehovah, the God of Israel.
Pharaoh treated the request with
contempt. “Who is Jehovah that I
should obey his voice? I know not Je-
novah, neither will I let Israel go.”
Tradition says that he had a diligent
search made among the records of the
gods of Egypt to find the name ot
Jehovah, and failing to find the name
among the gods whose authority was
recognized, he gave this answer.
Some have thought that he detected
in Moses’ request a sly trick—that they
wanted to get a three days’ start, and
would not return. This is highly im
probable. He could have easily over
taken them with his army and compell
ed them to return. Moses would not be
ordered by God to act a lie. The people
were not ready to leave. These and
other reasons made the statement al
most impossible.
The religious spirit had to be crys-
talizc-d, the promise of freedom had
developed, the yromise of freedom had
to be given to fan the feeble hope of
deliverance into flame. Those wgre the
reasons for the order.
Rulers seem to be frequently near
sighted. Had Pharaoh har far vision
he would have seen that the very best
thing for his kingdom, even if the peo
ple were to be kept in slavery, would
have been to have granted this re
quest. Every nation is strengthened
by fostering the religious life of the
people. The Bible in the public schools
will do more to strengthen this nation
than any one thing in the state can do.
But he refused. Furthermore he so mis
understood Moses and the movement that
he concluded the request was the re
sult of illness. They did not have
enough work to do, therefore they were
wanting a vacation. With that promise
there could be but one conclusion—give
them work to do. # The order went out
to the overseers—the same number of
bricks each day must be made as here
tofore, but they must furnish the straw
for the binder. (As interesting confir
mation of this has been discovered in
recent years. In Pithom, one of the
granaries has been unearthed the low
er courses of bricks being made with
straw, later courses without straw.)
The Egyptian overseer beat the He
brew taskmasters when the laborers did
not produce the required number of
bricks. These went direct to Pharaoh to
either complain or to express the im
possibility of the task before them. But
they got no encouragement from him.
Coming away from his presence they
met Moses and Aaron, and cursed them
bitterly for increasing their burdens.
It was a hard place for Moses. He
was misunderstood by Pharaoh; he was
misunderstood by the very people he
was longing to help. Instead of light
ening their burdens, his work in their
behalf had only increased them, and
their leaders were now cursing him for
coming.
MOSES’ MEDITATION.
Moses did not understand it himself;
but he had obeyed orders and that was
all he could do. In other days he
would have taken up the cudgel for self
defense, but he had learned better. He
had failed at that too dismally to de
pend upon that any longer. He knew
what to do. He had obeyed orders,
he would go to headquarters and get
more orders.
I am glad, he did. The orders he re
ceived constituted one of the most glor
ious revelations of God. See if you do
not find in these verses (Ex 6-2-8) a
three-fold statement of the omnipres
ent God, a four-fold statement of what
he has done, and a seven-fold statement
of what he will do. Moses was reas
sured and took the next step.
My brethren, your job is to obey.
When obedience brings you before an
insurmountable obstacle, go to head,-
{uarters for orders.
The Evening Story
Dry Cleaned
(Copyright, 1913,by W. Werner.)
Katharine paused and looked hesi
tatingly at the sign: “Skirts sponged
and pressed, 35 cents; dry cleaned,
$1.00.” She was on her way home
from work. Without doubt her black
skirt needed pressing. Last night she
TO TAKE REFUGE IN
DRUG STORE.
walked home (that is, to the rooming
house she called home) in a driving
rain, and it hung in wrinkled folds.
The manager had looked at it signifi
cantly three times that day. In the
spick and span candy store where she
clerked she had to cross the aisles
; from counter to counter many times
a day. A wrinkled skirt was notice
able. And the manager had hinted that
trimness was essential if one would be
a succesful saleswoman.
Yet, could she spare 35 cents with
pay day half a week away? She
counted and decided that she could.
Anyway, she simply wouldn’t dare to
wear that skirt next day, and her
landlady scowled at using gas for
ironing. She hurried down the last
two blocks, changed the skirt for a
shabby navy blue, a relic of the days
when her father was living, and she
didn’t have to buy the black required
by employers, brought the wrinkled
skirt back and told the young fellow
that she must have it that same night.
He demurred. That was too little
tirne, he said. But she explained with
out any false pride that she couldn’t
go to work the next morning without
it. The black serge and the navy
blue constituted her whole wardrobe, as
far as skirts were concerned.
“All right, 10:30,” he promised.
“Sure we keep open till then.”
Katharine went around to the small
basement cafe in the next street for
supper. She was hungry, and she or
dered pork and beans, a dish of which
she was not particularly fond. But
the amount of pork and beans pur
chasable for 10 cents outclasses any
other in filling capacity and $7 a week
Is restricting.
At 10:30 she went back for the skirt.
He pushed it toward her in
cardboard box.
erous rain that fell heavily one minute
and withdrew in favor of a shining sun
the next. The sun was shining when
she steppe^ out of the. store, so she
started to walk home as usual. Nick
els were far too scarce that week to be
wasted unless a steady downpour
cover the two miles between the loop
and her rooming house before a heavy
shower came, but half way it caught
her and she had to take refuge in a.
drug store and wait until It lessened.
Even then her skirt was slightly spot^
ted.
The rain ceased, the setting sun
peeked out for a last glint and she'
hurried on. Two blocks further, as
she skipped across the street, a big
dray turned suddenly. To avoid it
she had to squeeze between Its rear
wheel and a delivery wagon standing
by the curbing. And both muddy wheels
scraped her skirt. On the right the
dray left broad bars of brown mud, on
the left the wheel of the delivery wa
gon left a monstrous smudge of black
slush. Katharine looked down when
she* had reached the farther pavement
in dismay too great for words. Aifd
then the rain began to pour again—not
a spatter of drops this time, but a
furious flood.
She stopped in the doorway of a hall
and waited for twenty minutes until
the heavy shower became a drizzle)
then she plodded on, while her thin
lawn waist clung to ner arms and her
skirt, growing wetter each minute,
hung limply against her tired limbs.
She was brought to a stop by some
—one crying: “Say, wait a minute!”
She looked around. 'Without realiz
ing it she was nearly home, and the
young fellow of the cleaning estab
lishment was in front of her. “I want
to see you,” he said earnestly. “It
was a mistake the other night.”
She followed him inside his store,
“WHAT DOES HE SEE IN HER?”
not quite understanding and without
enough energy to try to understand.
From a drawer behind the counter he
took some change, 65 cents, and handed
ic to her. “I made a mistake. Your
skirt was merely sponged and pressed,
green Say, it needs it again. It’s soaked.
“One dollar,” the young; why didn’t you—” He broke off, red-
man said, nonchalantly. | dening. Of course people who can ride
Why, gasped Katharine, “I; don’t walk when it is raining. 4
thought it was only 35 cents.” . x , . 1
“No, dry cleaning is a dollar." he 1 Kathart ne smiled radiantly. When
told her absently, while he continued one expected to spend 5 cents for
to check some papers. “You distinct- supper it was intoxicating to have 65
JOURNAL PATTERNS
ly said dry cleaning.”
Katharine miserably opened her
purse. She believed him. She knew
too well her annoying trick of absent-
mindedness. Hadn’t she that very day,
at the shop, in repeating a telephone
order, changed candied cherries to cherry
C2ndy, and been reprimanded afterward
by a testy manager? Sixty-five cents
handed over. He looked at her cufi-
ously. “I looked for you last night,”
he said, “but you must have got past
while I was waiting on somebody.” He
hesitated; then, half boldly, “Live
around here?”
“Yes. Just around the corner of the
next street. Mrs. Gibbs’ rooming house.
I guess,” reluctantly,” that I better
9649.
9649.—A practical work apron. There Is
always a certain charm about a dainty^white
house apron. This one is easily made and is
very becoming and serviceable, as well. The
Princess front adds greatly to the dressy
character of the garment. As here shown
white lawn with bands of embroidery was
used. It would also be suitable as a maid’s
apron. Crossbar muslin, linen, gingham and
percale are all suitable to the design. The
pattern is cut in three sizes: Small, medi
um and large. It requires 4% yards of 36-
iuch material for a medium size. A pat
tern of this illustration mailed to any ad
dress on receipt of 10c in silver or stamps.
9662.
9662.—X. A new under garment. Ladies’
combination chemise and drawers.
The practical and sensible feature of this
design will at once appeal to the home-
dressmaker. It is suitable for lawn, nain
sook, cambric, dimity, crossbar muslin, crepo
or silk. The pattern is cut in three sizes:
small, medium and large. It requires 2%
yardk of 36-inch material for a medium
size. A patern of this illustration mailed to
any address ou receipt of 10c in silver or
stamps.
9649
9657
9657—A charming home or afternoon
gown. Ladies’ dress. Lavender linen com
bined with embroidery was used for this
design. Pink chambray with bands of all
over insertion would al6o be effective. The
model is likewise appropriate for ginghqjn,
lawn, voile, cotton or silk crepe, lineue,
foulard or taffeta. The pattern is cut in
five sizes: 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust
measure. It requires 5Ms yards of 44-inch
material for a 36-inch size. A pattern of
this illustration mailed to nny address on re
ceipt of 10c in silver or stamps.
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meant that four and one-third meals, brl the sklrt over and have lt preKsed
must be eliminated from her dietary aga j°
9657
966Z
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kers, and ordinarily require
about 10 days to be filled.
for the next three days. She handed
the dollar over and received the skirt.
The young fellow looked up in time
to catch the unconscious woe of her
expression. “I’m sorry,” he said, cour
teously.
“It doesn’t matter,” said Katharine in
a dreary ton£ that betrayed very well
that it mattered greatly.
Listlessly she carried the dress back
to her room. Even the sight of the
neat, smooth skirt did not cheer her.
All tne depression of three years past
rushed upon her in an overwhelming
flood. She was tired of struggling,
skimping, pretending to be cheerful.
And the next evening she felt worse.
Leta, who roomed next door, came in
and added to her blues. Leta was little
and pretty. Happiness radiated from
her fluffy yellow hair and big blue eyes.
4 Hook my dress, will you, Katharine?”
she asked breathlessly. “I’m late, and
Jim simply raves if he has to wait.
Hot, isn’t it? We’re going out to the
beach. Thanks.” And she rushed back.
Katharine looked disconsolately at
her own prim, brown hair and thin,
tired face. No Jim ever raved because
she was late or took her out to the
beach. She was only twenty-two, yet
she might have been thirty-five, with
graying hair, for all hte attention that
came her way. She wondered some
times at night how it would seem to
rush home, dress in a whirl of haste.
and 1 be taken out to parks or beach.
And usually, being very tired, she was
content to go to bed and sleep so as
to be fresh for the next day.
She went to bed and cried, partly
for the parents lying in the earth and
partly because she wasn’t lying be
side them. When one is ordinary Rook
ing and rather stupid, so that a $7
clerkship is about as high as you will
likely climb, life is a gray affair. Also
that unexpected drain of 65 cents had
nipped her supper allowance and a
sandwich and a piece of pie had not
been satisfying.
And the next day it rained—a treach-
“It looks bad,” he agreed. “I room
in the next block. Lived in the city
long?”
it was Katharine’s turn to look seri-
ous!y at him. There was an undertone
of wistfulness in his voice. She saw
a thin young fellow with nice gray
eyes, smooth brown hair and freckles.
“Yes,” she answered. “Haven’t You?”
“No,” and with a short laugh, “it’s
darn lonesome. I suppose,” more wist
fully, “that the evening don’t bother
you, living here and knowing lots of
people. But I just keep this place open
to have something to do after supper.”
Katharine opened her eyes. She
had not supposed that a man had any
trouble spending his evenings pleasant
ly. And this one was nice looking.
Katharine decided that 3he seldom saw
such nice, serious eyes. She hesitated,
then blurted: “I wish I had a place to
keep me busy evenings!”
“You do! Say,” he leaned across the
counter, “my landlady knows Mrs,
Gibbs. If she introduces me, would
you let me take you out to the beach
some night?”
Outside the sun sent a last faint
sparkle. Katharine’s eyes outshone it.
After all, life and rain weren’t such un
pleasant facts. “Yes,” she said shyly.
MUSIC KILLS INSECTS
PASADENA, Cal.—Mrs. Jeanette De
Long, amateur entomologist, has tried
phonograph music on insects, with the
following results:
The California beetle cannot stand
music. Three playings of a slow piece,
like “Home, Sweet Home,” puts him
out of misery, but ragtime will kill
him in a few bars.
The deadly tarantula falls into a
stupor.
Butterflies are not affected.
The bumblebee flies into a nervous *
fit.
Wasps get wing paralysis.
Worms try to crawl nearer the phono
graph horn, as though pleased.
9674
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, . 9674.
9674—A seasonable aud attractive dress
for mother’s girl. This design was devel
oped In brown llnene, with trimming of
of brown and white checked gingham. It
would also look well in white ratine with
seif or contrasting trimming, and is suitable
for any of this season’s populur dress ma
terials. The deep hip belt may be omittea.
The closing is at ttie left side under the
tuck. The pattern is cut in four sizes: o,
8, 10 and 12 years. It requires four yards
of 36-inch materiul for an 8-year size, a
patteru of this illustration mailed to any
address on receipt of 10c in sliver or stamps.
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