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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Warn them that are unruly, comfort the\
feeble-minded, support the weak, be patient
toward all men. See that none render evil
for evil unto any man; but ever follow that
which is good, both among yourselves and
to all men. Rejbice evermore, pray with
out ceasing. In everything give thanks: for
this is the will of God in Christ Jesus con
cerning you. Quench not the spirit. De
spise not prophesyings. Prove all things;
hold fast that which is good. Abstain from
all appearance of evil.—First Thessalonians
5:14-22.
Georgia s Widening Markets
IMPROVEMENTS in transportation and in
storage facilities make it quite feasible
for Georgia producers of poultry and
dairy products to enter markets a thousand
miles away. Journeys that consumed days
when Atlanta was Marthasville are reduced
to hours and minutes. A crate of eggs or
a firkin of butter can be shipped from here ’
to New York in less time than formerly from |
Macon to Savannah. The opportunities thus
opened are of immense import to the State’s
agricultural and business interests.
World history for the last hundred years
has been, largely, an outgrowth of indus
trial changte and commercial expansion. Mod
ern invention and modern motive power so
vastly multiplied the output of manu
factured goods and at the same time so
vastly extended the range of territory into
which they could be speedily carried for
sale that a new economic age was inevitable.
Textile mills, steel plants, and other mechan
ical titans by an ever-increasing production
made new markets needful: while railways,
steamships, telegraph, telephone and other
genii of transport and communication by
continually widening the field for new mar
kets invited commercial enterprise and ad
venture. The forces thus working, along
with the problems thus engendered, have
ruled the fortunes of the mightiest nations,
as well as of the obscurest corners and low
liest peoples of the earth.
These same forces are today of immense
Importance to Georgia, and to agriculture no
less than to industry. Her history for dec
ades* will depend largely upon how well her
farmers adjust their production to the larger
markets awaiting them. Their need'is not
to develop new regions for trade, hut to
utilize those already available, to take
Account of the food requirements of great
centers of population, and to profit by the
fact that the customer a thousand miles dis
tant is now almost as near as were their
grandsires’ neighbors.
Consider, byway of illustration, an ex
cerpt or two from a booklet recently issued
by the Bank of America on “The Egg Market
Os Metropolitan New York.” The annual
consumption of eggs in the Port of New York
district, according to this carefully prepared
publication, is upwards of a hundred and
fifty -six million seven hundred and ninety
one thousand, dozen, of which the larger por
tion comes from the Middle West, while
thousands of dozens are shipped from the
Pacific coast. During the last twelve-month
354,068 cases of eggs were received from
California; from Illinois shipments totaled
.1,378,84 cases; from lowa, 921,046; from
Indiana, 726,323; from Ohio, 514,248; and
THE ATLANTA TRI-WEEKLY JOUVA’AL
from Missouri, 437,529. Georgia, be it noted,
though nearer than most of those states, sup
plied New York with only 2,391 cases. Ala
bama sent 7,938 cases, and Tennessee
251,241.
Says the Bank of America booklet, written
by Mr. Charles F. Junod: “The important
place which eggs hold in the diet of the city
may be realized from the figures of the aver
age daily consumption of 429,567 dozen, or
5,154,804 eggs. In the metropolitan dis
trict there are almost two hundred whole
sale dealers in eggs. . . . New York is known
as a "white egg’’ market, although large
quantities of brown eggs are consumed here.
This market places a premium on the white
egg, ordinarily giving a preferential price of
from five to twenty cents a dozen, averaging
about ten cents throughout the year. . . .
Distance today plays little importance in the
marketing of eggs. Pacific coast eggs reach
New York in splendid condition, due to the
care with which they are packed and to the
improved methods of loading and handling
cars by the railroads. They are shipped in
refrigerator cars, insulated in winter to pre
vent freezing and iced in summer to remove
the danger of spoilage. Breakage and other
losses formerly ran as high as a thousand
dollars a car, but today it is unusual to have
more than a nominal loss. . . . One of the
most significant developments of modern
urban life is the manner in which the entire
country is called upon to supply the needs
,of the great cities. Thus the Middle West
is the great producing center for New York’s
eggs, but most of the white eggs sold in this
city come from the Pacific coast.”
Butter also is imported into metropolitan
New York by hundreds of millions of pounds,
most of it coming from the agricultural
west, and appreciable quantities from over
seas, notably from Denmark, Holland, Aus
tralia, New Zealand and the Argentine. From
figures compiled by the Bank of America,
it appears that in these imports for the year
1922, Minnesota led with 80,588,659 pounds.
lowa followed with 43,488,617 pounds. Then
came Illinois, Nebraska, 'Wisconsin, Ohio,
Michigan and Indiana, all of whom profited
by large sales to the distant metropolis of
the east. Georgia, be it noted again with
regret, supplied less than ninety-six thousand
pounds of this lucrative trade, although her
natural resources for the production of but
ter and cheese are rarely if at all surpassed?
Alabama sold 124,198 pounds to New York;
North Carolina, 245,555, and Tennessee,
1,184,864. The growth of the dairying in
dustry is indicated by the fact that in 1921,
the last twelvemonth for which complete of
ficial statistics are available, the value of
the butter output was five and one-half mil
liqn dollars more than that of the cotton
crop. “Cows are being used Increasingly,”
we are told, “not only to augment and sta-
bilize the farmer’s income, but also to main
tain the land. During the past few years
when the prices of the major farm commodi
ties have at times reached levels where it
has been difficult for the farmer to show a
profit, the dairying industry has been an
important source of income, and has served
in a substantial way to bridge over this
period of depression.”
Some Georgia counties, Turner for a fa
mous example, have realized this truth, and
are making, it the foundation of new free
dom and unprecedented prosperity. Happily,
•too, more and more farmers are adopting i
the “hen-cow-hog” program, with its assur
ance of a cash income the year around and
its bulwark against the innumerable hazards
of a one-erpp system. But the vaster part
of the State's opportunities for food produc
tion and food marketing lie still unexplored.
New York City Is but one of scores of great
centers of demand to which Georgia pro
ducers can sell in this age of dwindling dis
tances. The field is not to be adventured
without due knowledge and organization, nor
to be mastered without sustained efficiency.
But it lies open and inviting, a magnificent
empire, to men of enterprise and resolution.
Meanwhile, let us observe that Georgia’s
own cities consume more butter and eggs
than the entire commonwealth now produces.
A Cure for Pessimists
TO ALL the dejected and misanthropic,
as well as to those who lament the
passing of the old simplicities and
fancy themselves fallen upon times of love
less discontent, we commend this idyl from
the McDuffie Progress:
When the bread is perfectly baked,
the coffee strong and hot, the steak
juicy and fragrant, the hash well built
and appetizing and the battercakes light
and smoking as the melting butter is
absorbed, the spirit of the Lord descends
upon that household like a dove and the
caverns of the lucky man’s soul echo
with "Glory, Hallelujah!” It beats
bridge, it lays golf In the shade, it makes
the job in the shop look like thirty cents.
The girl who can cook is a divinity. She
is the delight of a man’s soul and a
glory in the sight of God.
So long as such poetry burgeons from the
Georgia press and finds its multiplied reali
ties around Georgia firesides, all's well with
this part of the world, how fiercely soever the
heathen may rage or the pessimist imagine
a vain thing.
Too many men sit down in easy chairs
! and close their eyes when they are looking
| for opportunities.
FLOWING GOLD
BY REX BEACH
CHAPTER XHI
Mrs. Ring Is Surprised
MA BRISKOW always had been known
as a woman without, guile, but of
late she had developed rare powers of
dissimulation. She was, in fact, leading a
double life, and neither her husband nor her
daughter suspected the extent of her de
ception.
Y r es, Ma had slipped the leash. She was
a robber baroness; she dwelt in a rock “fast
ness” —whatever that was—surrounded by
a crew of outlaws as desperate as any that
ever drew cutlass and dagger, and she ruled
them not only by native strength of charac
ter, but also by the air of other forces, for
she was on friendly terms with the more
prominent wood sprites, fairies, and the like,
and they brought her wisdom.
The Notch hotel was altogether too rich
for Gus Briskow’s blood, so he sought a
more congenial environment. He found-It
in the village, in a livery stable; there, amid
familiar odors and surroundings both agree
able and economical, he spent most of his
time, leaving Ma to amuse herself and
Allie to pursue her routine of studies laid
down by her tutoress. .
Now Ma had not gone wild all at once;
her atavism had been gradual—the result of
her persistent explorations. Ever deeper
into the wilderness she penetrated, but
with the sly caution of an old fox return
ing to its lair, for she was always being
followed by wicked people. Having baffled
them all, she laughed scornfully, flung de
ceit to the winds, then hurried straight to
the “fastness,” and there .uttered the tribal
call. At the sound her gypsy band came
bounding forth to meet her.
Having accepted their homage and heard
the details of their latest raids against her
enemy, the false Duke of Dallas—he whose
treachery had made her what she was—she
assumed her throne and held formal court.
The throne was a low, flat rock beside
a stream, and usually Ma removed her shoes
and stockings and paddled her feet, in the
water while she gave audience to visiting
potentates.
Thus would Ma Briskow spend one morn
ing. Another perhaps she would be an
altogether different character, but always
she was young and beautiful and full of
grace, and only when it came time to go
did she assume the disguise of an aged,
wrinkled, ben* old woman. Sometimes she
ran miles and miles at a stretch, darting,
springing like a fawn, rushing through the
soft, green leaves, leaping rock and rill,
her laughter echoing, her bare limbs flash
ing, her gold hair streaming, her scanty
silken draperies whipped to shreds behind
her by the very swiftness of her going. Oh,
the ecstasy of that! The excitement!
Os course Ma did not actually run.
Neither did her bare limbs flash—being in
cased in flannels. And her hair was not
gold. It was gray, what little there was
of it. No, she ambled a bit, perhaps, where
the grass was short and the ground smooth,
then she stood still, closed her eyes, and
ran and leaped and swayed and darted—•
with her arms. Anybody can do it.
Ma Briskow had never dreamed that the
world was so clean. She blessed God for
making oil to lie in the rocks of the
earth, and she prayed that none of “them
hotel people” would discover her retreat.
But, of course, somebody did discover it.
Mr. Delmater, the dancing instructor, for
one, stumbled upon it while Ma Briskow
was in the midst of one of her imaginary
games, and he reported his discovery to
the day clerk.
“What ails that old dame, anyhow?”
he inquired, after recounting Ma’s peculiar
behavior.
“Not a thing in the world except money,”
the clerk declared.
Doubtfully Mr. Delmater shook his hand
some auburn head. “People with good
sense don’t act like that. She was doing
an Isadora Duncan when I saw her. Danc
ing—if you care to call it that! Anyhow,
her hair was hanging, she was flapping
her arms and jiggling up and down.”
Delmater laughed at the memory. "There’s
a big, awkward bird—sort of a crane or
buzzard of some kind—that dances. I never
saw one, but she reminded me of it. And
she sang! Gee! it was fierce!”
“Did she see you?”
“Scarcely. I don’t mind being alone with
Allie"—Delmater’s teeth shone in a smile,
then, seeing his reflection in a convenient
mirror, he studid it with complacent favor.
He tried to smile again, getting it
to his better satisfaction, concluded—“don’t
mind it a bit, but a bosky dell with a mad
woman is my idea of no place to be.”
<( Allie? The clerk lifted his brows.
“So—‘Allie’! Has it gone as far as that,
Del?”
‘Oh, you know how it is! A lesson every
day, soft music, arm around the waist, a
kind word. The girl is human. I’m prob
ably different to anything that evei- came
into her young life. Look at my ward
robe! She’s not so bad .to take, eßher, and
yet—” The immaculate speaker frowned.
"Father smells like a horse, and mother’s a
nut! Gee! It would take some coin to
square that.”
Allie Briskow was in training, both phy
sical and mental, and the application, the
energy she displayed had surprised not only
her parents, who could but dimly understand
the necessity of self-culture, but also Mrs.
Ring, the instructress. Mrs. Ring, a hand
some, middle-aged woman whose specialty
was the finishing of wealthy young "ladies ’’
had been induced to accep-t this position
partly by reason of the attractive salary
mentioned in Calvin Gray’s telegram and
partly by reason of the fact that she needed
a rest.
Allie possessed character and will power.
For some time she bad accepted Mrs. Ring’s
tU’torship without comment or question
Calvin Gray had recommended it, therefore
she obeyed blindly—but one day, after they
had become settled In the mountains, she
came out with a forceful declaration.
She knew full well her own shortcomings,
so she declared, and she was not content
.o learn a few things day by day. She
demanded intensified training; education
under forced draught.
"Very well. Riding is a smart accom
plishment. Can you ride a horse?”
<«^ s^aw ' can ca rry a horse.”
"loud look well in a habit, and with
baths, massage, dancing, and a little diet
f ,^ are sa Y you can reduce.”
( ' 1 11 starve." Allie asserted. fiercely.
But that ain’t half enough. You gotta give
me more studyin’. I got callouses on my
hands and I’m used to work. We'll act
up at davlight—”
"Good heavens!” Mrs. Ring exclaimed
faintly.
/‘How long yon allow it will take?”
The elder woman shrugged. “Years ner
haps.” ’
“Years?”
"Real culture, social accomplishments, are
the result of generations of careful training
I m not a miracle worker. But whv this
impatience?”
"I got ”
“I have.”
“I have a reason. I can’t take a genera
tion; I’d be too late.”
“Too late for what?”
But Allie refused to answer. “We’ll start
in today and we’ll work double power till
one of us plays out. What d’you say?”
At first Mrs. Ring took this energetic
declaration with some reserve, but before
long she realized with consternation that
Allie Briskow was in deep earnest and that
this was not a soft berth. Instead of obtain
j ing a rest she was being worked as never
I before. Allie was a thing of iron; she was
BY MRS. W.
THE TAX HEARINGS
ACCORDING to newspaper reports the
tax revisers have completed the circuit
laid out for them to follow by Gov
ernor Walker. These gentlemen are als«o
expected to present a report to the governor,
and which report, if it is considered worthy
of mention, will go to the extra session of
the legislature during next month. What
the legislature will do with it remains to be
seen. Will they obey these teachers?
The same legislature struggled with it in
July and part of August. The taxpayers
have seen their acrobatic performances and
it has cost the state $25,000 to pay their
mileage and per diem already.
If they got an inch nearer to the subject
during that expensive annual session there
appears to be nothing in evidence to show
for it, so far as this scribe can discover. The
house voted down the tax equalization ap
pendage in 1920 and the senate defeated the
movement by a small majority. A clear
case of jobbery.
None of us can forget the hullaballoo that
filled the state from Dade to Chatham in the
year 1922. 'Their failure to obey the man
date of the voters was declared to be a
heinous betrayal of the state, and the legis
lature was condemned and berated without
ceasing. But, alas! The newly elected gen
eral assembly has out-Heroded Herod—-in
doing the identical same thing. They failed
utterly.—even more so.
This traveling commission, chaperoned by
his excellency the governor, is also divided
in their plans—if the newspapers are cor
rectly informed. The D. D.’s have been also
heard from, but the plain folks have been
too busy trying to gather crops and pay
their debts to even listen to the wise men.
When the legislature begins again to func
tion, the chances are that the house will
(for the third time) vote down the tax
equalization act* and the senate will pro
ceed to knock that proposition in the head—
for the third wtime. It’s only a jolly game,
and the little men will mount the dummy
horses and shout and scream until another
$25,000 has found its way into their jeans—
and the thing will be postponed until the
next regular session in 1924. As plain as a
common mud fence!
I leave R to the readers of the Country
Home Column to pass judgment on this ca
boodle of tommy-rot politics. It is simply
disgraceful— unworthy of grown-up men—
and it would be a tragedy if it was not such
a howling farce! My mind goes back to the
campaign of 1922 when the conspirators put
heads together to defeat any movement to
relieve the people of Georgia from the “in
famous tax equalization law,” to quote Gov
ernor Walker s publicly expressed opinion
of it. A year has gone since the governor’s
ticket was elected to do his bidding—on this
identical subject—with the result, as here
noted—in very mild language—-considering
its character. Looking backward I can hear
the fervid oratory excoriating Governor
Hardwick for failing to do what the people
demanded should be done in the election of,
1920 —and surprising to relate, Governor
Seven-Year-Old Country Ha
SEVEN-YEAR-OLD country cured peanut
fed ham; sound as a dollar, mellow as
old wine, rich in flavor, and altogether
<he most delicious ham we have ever tasted!
And we have eaten Westphalia ham and the
famous Smithfield ham that comes from
“Old Virginia.”
This seven-year-old ham came from Brooks
county, Georgia, in which more hams and
better hams are produced annually than in
perhaps any other county in Georgia, and,
with some misgivings as to the propriety of
it, we are going to mejrtion the fact that it
came from one of the farms of R. C. Mcln
tosh, brother of the senior editor of the
Herald.
The Herald, as its readers well know, has
been consistently advocating diversified agri
culture for south Georgia for many years,
and has urged the farmers of this section to
raise their food supplies for both man and
beast at home. “Hog, Hominy and Hay”
was an agricultural shibboleth that was
sprung by the Herald more than thirty
years ago and flashed in Rs columns every
day for a decade or more.
More recently we have been urging the
raising of more hogs and curing of meat at
home, and have often taken occasion to
point to what was being done in Brooks
county, where the average farmer not only
cures enough meat for his own use, but
some for ma'rket. We have argued that if
R can be done in Brooks county it can be
done in every ' other county in south
Georgia.
But We are about to get away from that
seven-year-old ham. As we have already
said, it was the most delicious ham we have
ever eaten, and others who had the privilege
of sampling it spoke of it in the same terms
indefatigable: and her thirst for knowledge
was insatiate; it grew daily as she gaineu
fuller understanding of her ignorance. Most
things she apprehended readily enough, but
when she failed tq learn, when mental or
physical awkwardness halted progress, then
she flew into a fury. Her temper appalled
Mrs. Ring.
At such times Allie was more than disa
greeable. Hate flamed in her eyes, she beat
herself with her fists, she kicked the furni
ture, and she even butted her head against
the wall, uttering language meanwhile that
all but caused her companion to swoon.
Mrs. Ring resigned after this final exhi
bition, but, lacking the courage to face Allie
in a mood like that, she went to Gus Bris
kow.
“It is simply impossible to remain,” she
told him. "Already I’m a physica l wreck,
for I never got a moment's rest. The salary
is attractive, but Allegheny is too much
for me.”
“You’re kinda worked up, Miz’ Ring.
Mebbe I can make it pleasant for you.’’
"In what way, may I ask?”
"Well, by payin’ you more.”
“You are generous. The salary we> agreed
upon isn't low.”
“Try it, ma'am, for a little while. Mebbe
it won’t bother you so much after you get
used to it. Allie likes you.”
“And I—l am interested in her. She is
progressing, too; in fact. 1 have never seen
anyone learn more rapidly. But—she is so
unusual. Still, perhaps 1 am the one—per
haps it is my duty, under the circum
stances ” -
With this disposition to compromise the
father had little difficulty in dealing, so the
daily routine was continued.
Allie was sitting alone in her room one
evening, fagged put from a hard day. Some
people were talking on the veranda outside
her window, and she heard one say:
“The girl can look really stunning.’’
"Exactly. 1 don’t understand where she
gets her looks, for her parents are—impos
sible. Wouldn’t you know what they were?"
Allie needed no clearer indication of who
was under discussion.
"She’s a glorious rider,” the first speaker
was saying. “She passed me the other day,
going like sin, with her face blazing and that
big, lively chestnut running flat. The way
she took that curve about the Devil s Slide
brought my heart into my mouth."’
The breathless eavesdropper felt a hot
wave of delight pour over her, her flesh
seemed to ripple like the fur of a cat when
it is stroked.
“Oh, she's a picture, mounted! Seems to
THE COUNTRY HOME
TUESDAY, OCTOBER I*l. 1028.
H. FELTON
Walker’s failure has been remarkable, and
the outlook is so unpromising that the wise
men have been conscripted to do and say
things which the people’s representatives
have brazenly refused to do or to enact into
law.
If time and space were granted me on
this oceasion I would copy from my scrap
book <he story published by Hon. Mr. Dean,
of Gainesville, Ga., when he felt obliged to
lay his political burden in the lap of the
late Senator Thomas E. Watson —in the city
of Washington. Os all unique political con
fessions this always remains the limit. He
called in Commissioner J. J. Brown, and the
latter also journeyed to the national capital,
begging for help—and finally the same com
missioner carried the gubernatorial candi
date with him, and all, poured out their
complaints and prayed for Watsonian assist
ance and speedy succor.
If a cartoonist should feel inclined to
score a hit, the picture of these mighty men
of valor, on their knees before the sage of
Thomson, begging his pardon for all the
scurvy things they had each championed
against him in the notable campaign of
1920, and with streaming tears and sob
bing promises of repentance they cried,
“Help me, Cassius, or I sink!” Nothing
more opportune could be imagined or de
sired at this writing to portray the hypoc
risy of the present situation.
It is as easy as droipping off a log to
scratch off the tax equalization act from the
constitutional law of 1877. It was tacked
on for a purpose—well recognized at this
time—and when that appendix is removed
they should command the tax receivers and
tax collectors to carry all doubtful tax re
turns to the grand jury of the'county in
which the tax' returns were duly made and
sworn to by such tax-dodging persons. The
penalty will be a saving proposition to the
state, and with the limit of five mills, and
taxes on luxuries, the state will have suffi
cient funds to do a land office business.
Should the traveling pilgrims look about
them for clinching arguments for economy;
remind them that the state is almost in ex
tremes, not only with tax tyrants, but an
overplus of new officials. The judges are
really crowding each other—and still thev
make new judges. Whether the most of
them split fees fifty-fifty with solicitors, this
deponent saith not, but it is noted as late
as the present week that new judges are
already contemplating "greener fields and
richer pastures,’’and usingpolitical chicanery
to step up on rungs on the ladder—by the
political pull of this era—of scheming graft
ers cohabiting with political tricksters—a
ring within a. ring—and a wheel within
wheels—to raise higher salaries and make
ten officials where six at least are super
numaries and not needed.
The grasshoppers which desolated Kansas
in the early 90’s are not a circumstance to
the swarming hosts, who draw big pay from
the state treasury on the governor’s war
rant. And that’s th.e last record of who
really gets the money or how it is distrib
uted- There was no chance for a state au
ditor's bill. It was nothing but a farce—a
grinning joke.
n—From the Albany Herald
of superlative praise. And this was peanut
ham. There was nothing “soft” or flabby
about it, either. The fat was firm and the
flavor delightful.
The excellence of this ham demonstrates
two important facts: First, that hams can be
cured and kept indefinitely hqre In south
Georgia; and, second, that the peanut hams
are of superior quality and flavor.
Mr. Mclntosh, who has his own packing
house, including refrigerator, with capacity
for handling 100 hogs at a time, never loses
any meat or thinks of letting any spoil in
the process of curing, and after it is well
cured by his process it will keep indefinitely
in his darkened smokehouse. The refrigera
tor, like the entire farm packing house, is
home-made, and ice is used only when it
becomes nqcessary at a critical period when
there is an unfavorable change in the
weather
He doesn’t consider a ham “ripe’’ or at its
best until It is at least a year old, and he
has kept some for several years. He said
he kept some for seven years just to try out
the aging of hams and to show that it could
be done.
We didn't dare say anything about this
ham without his permission, and- when he
reluctantly gave it it was with the injunction
that we should not subject him to a flood of
letters of Inquiry with reference to his
method, etc.
Mr. Mclntosh is not primarily a farmer,
but farms for the pleasure he. gets out of it.
Farming with him is what golf is to the
golfer—his recreation. But he makes money
on his model twin farms, located some six or
seven miles northwest of Quitman, and finds
hogs his most profitable crop.—Albany
Herald.
have complete’confidence in herself; and the
strength of a giantess, too. But—my God!
when she’s on her feet! And have you heard
her talk?” Evidently the other speaker had,
for there came the sound of low laughter, a
sound that stabbed Allie Briskow like a
bayonet and left her white and furious.
She was unusually silent and somber for
the next three or four days; without vim; at
her studies she was both stupid and sullen.
When Mrs. Ring’s patience was exhausted
and her frayed nerves finally gave out, Allie
rounded upon her with a violence unparal
leled.
In a panic, Mrs. Ring sought out Gus
Briskow and again resigned. By this time,
however, the novelty of her resignation had
largely worn off, for seldom did more than
two weeks elapse without a hysterical threat
to quit. Gus decided, after some considers
tion, to wire Calvin Gray and offer to pay
his traveling expenses if he would come to
Burlington Notch for a few days.
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by Irvin Cobb
A distinguished actor, who isn’t seen on
the stage much any more, spends a good part
of his leisure on a country place where he
plays at being a gentleman farmer. He has
reached the time of life when most men have
begun to exchange their emotions for symp
toms, but he, being a healthy creature, goes
in for hobbies.
He invited a theatrical manager up to
spend the week-end with him. It was in
evitable that the guest would be taken on a
tour of the estate. He professed interest in
the model barn, the sanitary dairy, the new
orchard and the site for the proposed swim
ming pool. Eventually his host brought him
to a field where a flock of sheep were
grazing.
Halting at the gate, the proud proprietor
uplifted his voice in a call, whereupon the
herd came flocking to him, and, thrusting
their noses through the pasture bars, nuzzled
their owner’s hand and greedily gobbled up
the tidbits which he had brought along in
his pocket.
With pleasure alight in his eye, he turned
to the visitor:
“See there!” he cried. “See how these
little creatureg love me!”
“Ah, yes,” said the city man, “but, then, ’
you feed them?”
“My friend.” said the actor, “at my age
we call that love.” i
HER MONEY ■
BY CAROLYN BEECHER ' , '
What has gone before.— Althes Cros-
by, dying, leaves her home and $50,000 < (
' in bonds to her orphaned niece and ’
namesake whom she has never seen.
Her lawyer finds the young woman
working in a department store in New ,
York and leaves with her a copy of the
will which discloses that the $50,000
bequest will not beoome hers until the >
day she marries and that, she must wed
before she is 35. The heiress and her
roommate go to Holden to see her new '
home. — Now go on with the story.
CHAPTER V
THE old lawyer came to see them early
the next morning, bringing a. small bpx
and a bunch of keys.
The box held Miss Crosby’s jewelry, a few
simple pieces, old-fashioned, and of little '
value save as their age and quaintness 'gave
them importance, s After telling the girls
to call upon him for aid or information he
left them.
Althea had asked hint how it happened
her aunt left so much while her father, her
aunt’s brother, had been so poor.
“Your father took his share when he was
twenty-one and lost it in business ventures, ‘
while Miss Althea took good care of hers,”
he answered.
The two girls went over the house slowly, ,
room by room, examining each until .they
had become familiar with everything in it.
As Althea became acquainted with thee* '
lovely old things, now her own, she thought r
that nothing on earth would ever make her
part with them. •-• 1
The lovely cool vine shaded porch, the i
great sentinel-like trees in the yard, the old- (
fashioned flower garden, all intrigued her—
and they were all her own. •
They cooked everything they liked and <
of which they were deprived in the city, as
Molly had declared they would, and tha
days fairly flew, so swiftly did they pass. 1
They had been there a week before they ,
opened and examined the trunks and bote#
in the storeroom, filled with old-fasliioned
dresses of grosgrain silk, fine hand >m- 1
broidered underwear and linens.
“It's like a Treasure Island,” Althea said
as they sat on the floor surrounded by the
heaps of things. > «
“What will you do with them all?” Mollia
asked.
“Keep them! I can wear these under- 1
things. Aren’t they lovely? I've always <
wanted to wear dainty things like these,
but never could afford it.” She gave Mollie
some of them, laughingly telling her she i 1
could make two garments out of each one
because she was so little. Althea was tkll
and slim like her aunt.
Their time was almost up before Althea i
remembered the little book she had brought
with her. So one night when Mollie de- '
dared she was going to bed early, Althea '
sat down in the living room and broke he ,
seal.
“Why it’s a diary!” she exclaimed as she 1
turned the pages. Then she commenced to i
read. The clock struck hour after hour, and ,
still she sat curled up in a big chair, ab
sorbed. It was two o’clock when she fin- 1
ished the last page of the fine angular (
writing. Yet she made no move to g'o' <0
bed, still sat in the chair, thinking of what '
her aunt had written. i
On the pages she had just read her stunt
had laid bare her very soul—all the loneli- '
ness, the shamed feelings, the emotions of 1
years. She had told of her young maided- i
hood, her chagrin when one after another
of the girls she knew were wooed and wed.
while she remained unwanted. She told of
her battles with her chagrin, her determina
tion never to let anyone know, her pretpnse
that she was happy and did not care for the
opposite sex. She recounted her feelings
when these girls had homes and families,
while she still remained unsought. It was
her tragedy, unsuspected by her nearest
friends.
“To be alone, always alone, hnsoughtr—
can anything be sadder?” she had written. 1
“I long for love, for a husband and chil- <
dren, long until the longing is like pain, yet
never has any man said he loved me, asked
me to he his wife.” i
Toward the end she had written: i
"I shall leave my money to my name
sake, but only on condition that she mar- 1
ries. It would be better for her to be mar- i
ried for the money I leave her than to go (
through life as I have done, hungry for
things other women have and be denied
them. So I shall give her the money only i
on condition that she marries. I wilLg’ivo
her time to know her mind, to decide. But 1
if at thirty-five she isn't married she cannot '
have the money. I do this for her happi- ,
ness, knowing my own loneliness.”
Then even later: . . < 1
“If she ever reads this book, left sos only f
her eyes to see. I trust she will obey my ,
injunction and destroy it once she has read
and understood all T have said—why I hava 1
left my money for dogs and horses if sha
refuses to marry.”'
Tears hung upon Althea’s lashes whila she
read; the poignant shame of the woman un- 1
sought was so plainly revealed. When she (
heard the clock strike three Althea artrte,
and carrying the book went upstairs. 'But ’
instead of going in with Mollie she turned »
into the other, Miss Crosby’s room, and put ,
the book into her desk. She would read 1
it once more, then destroy It. k 1
“I never dreamed not being married •
meant so much to a woman,” she murmured.
“It was the not being wanted that hurt her
most I guess.” Then as she crept in beside '
Mdllie: “Does being loved mean so much <
nowadays? I wonder!”
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