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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Though I speak with the tongues of men
ind of angels and have not charity, I
im become as sounding brass or a tinkling
:mybal. And though I have the gift of
prophecy, and understand all mysteries
ind all knowledge; and though I have all
'aith so that I could remove mountains, and
have not charity, lam nothing. And
hough I bestow all my goods to feed the
poor, and though I give my body to be
burned, and have not charity, it profiteth
me nothing. Charity suffereth long and is
kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunt
eth npt itself, is not puffed up, doth not
behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her
own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no
evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth
in the truth.—First Corinthians 13:1-6.
Signs of Prosperity
IN a. , current report to, its stockholders
the Southern Railway company presents
a striking brief for prosperity. Diversi
fied farming animal husbandry, it points
out, are bringing marked improvement in
Dixie's agriculture. As for Georgia, the
peach crop amounted this season to eight
thousand eight hundred cars, an increase
of some fifteen hundred over the year pre
ceding, while production of tobacco is in
creasing rapidly and yielding substantial
traffic. Building activity has' been south
wide and well sustained, one of its partic
ularly gratifying aspects being "the large
number of school houses both in urban and
in rural communities.” Southern iron and
steel have had a thriving year; "important
additions are being made to plant capacity.”
The stride of the cotton textile industry con
tinues in seven-league boots. During the
twelvemonth ended July 31, 1923, the net
increase in southern spindles was three hun
dred and seventy-one thousand, as compared
with eighty thousand for all the rest of the
United States. Notable, too, is the year’s
growth in dyeing, bleaching and finishing
cotton goods in this region. Two extensive
finishing plants have gone up, and three
others are under construction.
These vigorous conditions are reflected
in the Southern Railway company’s own
business. For the first eight months of the
current year its operating revenues were
*?C,417,379, a gain of some eighteen mil
lions over the like period of 1922. Its op
erating expenses during these months were
175,007,347, an Increase of approximately
eleven and a half millions. Taxes advanced
to >4,555,494, an addition of more than
eight hundred and twenty thousand. Touch
ing this item, President Fairfax Harrison
says that with an equitable distribution of
the tax load, "no complaint should be made
of an Increase in taxes even at the rate of
twenty-five per cent If the money thus made
available to the tax-gathering authorities is
n<f more than is required for the economical
administration of governmental functions;”
but that "the ready market created by the
exemption of state, county and municipal se
curities from federal income taxes has laid
a heavy burden on a railroad. By reason of
the outpouring of such securities with this
privilege a railroad which seeks to provide
for the expansion, of transportation facilities
required in the public service must pay
higher interest rates successfully to compete
In the moijey market.”
Os especial significance among signs of
business betterment is the fact that for the
first six months of the period under review,
•xiin aTLAaIA f -'aja. iff JOI k AL
the number of tons freight carried perl
train mile increased 8.31 per cent. At the
same time the freight revenue per train mile
declined 4.18 per cent, this being ascribed
to “substantial reductions in freight rates,
first on farm products and later on all traf
fic.” Through an enlarged volume of traf
fic, along with far-sighted management and
efficient operation, the Southern has entered
its autumntide with full-steaming prosperity.
In this It examples the record of the South’s
railways in general—carriers all growing
apace with the region they serve.
The Fountain of Youth
THE excited discussion between Dr. Mor
ris Flshbein, associate editor of the
Journal of the American Medical As
sociation, and Dr. Harry Benjamin, repre
senting the Steinach theory of renewed
youth through transplanted glands of certain
animals had scarcely died away before the
whole subject was brought up again by Dr.
William Held, of Chicago. The doctor, it
is said, “uses chimpanzees, but does not
transplant their glands. The substance
which brings on senility in humans, he
says, is ‘cholin’ (a toxic crystalline base al
lied to the bile). The chimpanzees are ‘de
cholinized’ by a special process. They have
not been penalized by the vices of civiliza
tion. Injections of this serum are claimed
to restore the conditions of normal youth
in the human body. In the near future,
says Dr. Held, an age of one hundred years
will be considered mere infancy.”
If the doctor can demonstrate his theory
to the satisfaction of even a limited num
ber of the idle rich grown aged, there will
undoubtedly be a corner in the chimpanzee
market. We may expect to see “chimpanzee
common” and “chimpanzee preferred” prom
inently posted, and wide fluctuations, on re
ports of African epidemics. The preferred,
presumably, will represent the chimpanzees
that have not been “penalized by the vices
of civilization,” while the others, grouped
under the classification, “common,” will in
clude those chimpanzees that have led an
Irregular life and burned the candle at both
ends. Clearly, if renewed youth is to come
to the race through the chimpapzee, and, if
his previous condition, and mode of life, are
important factors, then the missionaries
should be given wider fields and a new de
partment added to Ellis Island. Only chim
panzees from the best African circles should
be admitted to our country.
Labor Rejects Separatism
PROPOSALS at the recent convention of
the American Federation of Labor
that a separate workingmen’s party be
formed, appears to have been taken by the
rank and file of the delegates about as seri
ously as a whisk from the tail of Don Quix
ote’s horse. They voted the adventure down
by a majority of more than twenty-three
thousand, thereby evidencing the good sense
and the sound Americanism that have made
the Federation a pqwer in national affairs.
Government by classes is anything but
democratic, and, if one may judge by the
experience of European countries that have
gone furthest with that system, anything but
efficient. Italy, where parties long have
been so numerous that none could muster
the strength to control, pays today under the
fist of Mussolini the penalty of unending
political divisions. Government by parties
must be responsible if it is to be responsive,
must look for guidance to a body of fairly
unified and broadly representative opinion.
But this cannot be when citizens group them
selves by little prejudices instead of large
convictions and by their narrowest instead of
their wider interests. Where that is the case
issues are not settled, but interminably pro
longed or befuddled; rights are not vindi
cated, but sunk in petty bickerings; govern
ment is not stable and constructive, but a
continual wobble of cliques and compro
mises.
For this brand of foreign politics the
American Federation of Labor shows as little
liking as for Sovietism. Its overwhelming
vote against recognition for Bolshevist Rus
sia and its equally emphatic repudiation of
communist cults as represented by one hold
ing credentials to its own membership, bear
witness to a steadiness of mind and a loy
alty to American institutions that are no less
gratifying because expected.
Magnus Hurries Home
Magnus Johnson has disappointed
the New York Communists beyond
expression. They seem to have talcen
his campaign speeches seriously, and on his
arrival in the big city ralliej enthusiastically
around his headquarters with all sorts of
slogans. They also brought a flag that bore
no resemblance to the Stars and S-tripes.
The Last of the Vikings” was clearly sur
prised to see them, and distinctly annoyed.
He foresaw the printed word decorating his
senatorial name, and heard the American ‘
horselaugh echoing from Kennebeck to the
Rio Grande. His address was one of the
shortest ever delivered by an American
statesman and least noisy. It was a pitying
smile and a backward wave of the hand,
which dramatic critics usually construe to
mean, “Nay, nay! Pauline!”
When will these alien Quixotes learn the
American politician? So far as Magnus is
concerned, the revolution is over. His it is,
from now on, to placate with place and
promise, the opposition, and this opposition
includes the very ones whom the Com
munists want him to assault under the bon
ny black flag. Nothing doing! Magnus, in
stead, exchanged the other half of his trip
ticket for a seat in a train bound for Minne
sota.
FLOWING GOLD .
BY REX BEACH
CHAPTER XIV x
Allie Shows Her Teeth i
ONE accomplishment that Allegheny mas
tered with gratifying ease was danc
ing. It came naturally to her, for both
she and Buddy were full of music.
Having schooled her in the simpler forms
of ballroom dancing, Delamater suggested a
course in the deeper intricacies of fancy
dancing.
“You’re getting on,” he told her, one day.
“That last was splendid—top hole—abso
lutely.”
It was on that afternoon that Delamater
had told the 'clerk of discovering Ma Briskow
alone in the woods. There was an open golf
tournament at the Notch, prominent ama
teurs and professionals were competing, and
the hotel was crowded to its capacity with
players, fashionable followers of the game
and a small army of society reporters and
sports writers.
Delamater was especially agreeable today,
more than Usually flattering. Not for some
time did his scholar Uecome conscious of the
subtle change in his demeanor.
They had become well acquainted by now
and were on a basis of easy familiarity, nev
ertheless it came as a shock to Allie to be
called by her first name —such a shock that
she missed a step and trod on Delamater's
foot. They came to a pause.
The dancing master was tall and slim, h’s
face was on a level with hers, and now he
smiled into it, saying, “My mistake, my
dear.”
“I—l reckon it was.” The girl’s eyes were
glowing queerly, and the man was amused
at her evident agitation. Her first word had
thrown the poor thing into a flurry.
They began to dance again, and, after a
moment, with a gently rising inflection, Del
amater murmured: “You heard r hat 1
called you?” He approved of the sachfet
tha? Allie used, and he became acutely con
scious of th© jewels resting in the palm of
his left hand. “You don’t care?” he said,
with his lips close to her ear.
“Humph! I’m not caring for anything or
anybodjr today.”
It is the lot of any man in the heat of his
desire to make mistakes, and Delamater
erred gravely at this moment. He kissed
Allie. Without warning he kissed her full
and fair upon her red, half-open lips.
For the briefest instant of amazement th<
two stood motionless in the middle of the
polished floor while the phonograph brayed
on; then Allie shook herself free of her part
ner, and in the same movement she smote
him a mighty slap that sent him reeling.
With a cry he scrambled to his feet. “What
the hell—?” he growled, savagely.
Allie’s face was chalky. Breathlessly,
curiously she inquired, “Wha’d you do that
for?”
“What did Ido it for? Say! You ought
to be complimented—tickled to death.” De
lamater rubbed his cheek and glared at her.
“By God! I wish you were a man. Oh, don’t
worry, I won’t touch you again!” Who the
| hell would, after that?” Adlie opened her
lips to speak, but he ran on more angrily as
the pain bit into him. “Thought I meant
it, eh?”'
Delamater Surprised
K Delamater was surprised 'when his pupil
turned her back upon him, strode to the
nearest window, and flung it open as if for
air; his surprise deepened when she faced
him again and moved in his direction. Her
expression caused him to utter a profane
warning, but she continued to bear down
jupon and when she reached out to
seize him he struck at her as he would have
struck at a man.
To those who are familiar with Burlington
Notch, it will be remembered that the hotel
is pitched upon a slope, and that the rooms
on the first floor of the east wing arh raised
a considerable distance above the lawn. The
windows of these east rooms overlook the
eighteenth green, and during tournaments
they are favorite vantage points of golf wid
ows and enthusiasts who are too old to fol
low the competitors around the course. To
day'they were filled, for an international title
was at issue and Herring, prince of amateurs,
was,playing off the final round, of his match
with the dour Scotch professional McLeod.
A highly enthusiastic “gallery” accompa-
I nied the pair, a crowd composed not only of
spectators, of officials, defeated
players, newspaper writers, camera men, cad
dies, and the like./
Out of the air 'overhead came the sound
of a disturbance, and every face turned. A
most amazing* thing was in the way of hap
pening, a phenomenon unique in the history
of tournaments, for a man was being thrust
forth from one of the hote'l windows, per
haps twenty-five feet above the ground—a
writhing, struggling, kicking man with fawn
colored spats. He was being ejected pain
lessly but firmly, and by a girl—a grim
faced young woman of splendid proportions.
For a moment she allowed him to dangle;
then she dropped him into a handsome Dor
othy Perkins rosebush. He landed with a
shriek. Briefly the amazon remained framed
in the casement; staring with dark defiance
down inK> the upturned faces, her deep
bosom was heaving, her smoky hair was
slightly disarranged; she allowed her eyes
to rest upon the figure entangled among the
thorns beneath her, then she closed the
window.
Mrs. Ring was waiting on the veranda for
Gus Briskow when he returned to the hotei
about dark. He had learned to dread thd
sight of her on the veranda, for it was her
favorite resigning place—what Gus called
her "quitting spot,” and it was evident to
night that she was in a quitting mood, a
mood more hysterical than ever before. It
was some time before he could get at the
facts, and even then he could not fully ap
preciate the enormity of the disgrace that had
overwhelmed Allie’s instructress.
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QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES
Little Isabel had been to stay with her
aunt, who was one of those old-fashioned
aunts who still exist, although we do not
hear so much about them as we do of old
fashioned mothers.
This particular lady had very precise no
tions of how people should speak, and she
soon got little Isabel into her ways.
The child came home, and one day. she
went out- for a walk with her dolls’ pram.
While she was out a terrific thunderstorm
took place, and when the little girl returned
her mother said to her:
"Isabel, surely you haven’t been out walk
ing in all that rain?”
Her aunt’s teaching was clearly shown as
she replied sedately:
"No, mother, I was just in that part of
the rain that was falling in my neighbor
hood.” \
MUSINGS OF ABE MARTIN
Audiences stay put better since th’ saloons
went out, but ther’s more drinkin’ in plays
an’ pictures than ther eve: wuz. Os all th'
crazy questions, askin’ a balloonist when
he’ll be back is th’ worst.
(Copyright, 1923.)
ROMAN GLADIATORS AND AMERICAN
PUGILISTS
ALL the chapters of human history unite
with one voice in declaring that in all
climes and all times as wealth increases
men decay.
Habits of indolent luxury and extreme
self-indulgence become widely prevalent.
Life becomes sated and stale, and con
stantly calls for new and more powerful
stimulants to impart to it zest and interest.
Satiated with all possible enjoyments, people
become obsessed with a mania for amuse
ment. Spectacles and sports engage their
attention absorbingly, and more serious mat
ters are despised and neglected. Every
added day requires more exciting sensations,
and the sports and diversions ejnployed to
relieve the jaded faculties run rapidly to
sensual gratifications, and, at length to ex
hibitions of startling cruelty.
Such was the case of the Roman com
monwealth during the period of its “decline
and fall.”
Chariot races, not unlike the horse races
of our day, excited the passions of the
people to an alarming degree. Which of the
four parties designated by the colors worn
by the horses and drivers would win at
the next race, whether the red or the
green, the blue or the white, was- the all
absorbing question /which commanded the
intense attention of Rome for days in ad
vance. The Roman satirist Juvenal says,
“Does the green lose then is Rome struck
aghast as after the defeat at Cannae.”
Eventually the chariot races became too
tame to satisfy the craving for stronger
excitement, and the gladiatorial contests
became universally popular. All classes from
the highest official of the state to the slaves
of the street, flocked, in multiplied thou
sands, to witness these bloody bouts.
The vile exhibitions began with a pom
pous parade of gladiators in full armor.
Before the emperor they lowered their
death-dealing weapons and cried, “Hail,
Imperator! We who are about to die. salute
thee.” The most > horrible scenes followed.
Nearly naked and without armor, their
only weapons being a dagger and a trident,
each tried to throw a net over the head of
his antagonist in order to-deal him a death
blow. While accounted a mere sport, a
gladiatorial show became ‘an arena in which
mortal wounds were inflicted daily, while
the people with insahe delight gloated over
fallen and dying men.
Among the spectators were men and
women of all ranks—senators qnd knights,
women magnificently attired and vestal vir
gins -in' their sacred garb, common people
and country-folk, sdldiers'and slaves, farm
ers and tradesmen, mechanics and litera
teurs. In the amphitheater laughing, talk
ing, jesting, and love-making multitudes
lingered for hours upon hours, indulging
the horrible pleasure which these brutal ex
hibitions afforded them.
If a gladiator fell alive into the hands of
his opponent, the men giving the heartless
entertainment left the decision of life or
death to the spectators. The vanquished
begged for his life by holding up a finger.
If - the onlookers waved their handkerchiefs,
his life was spared; but if they turned up
their thumbs, it was the signal for the
stroke which doomed him to death. Women,
even girls of tender years, often turned up
their -thumbs and demanded his death to
give them “a new thrill” —as a phrase now
current might have been used to express
their delight at the fatal ending of the fight.
The dare-devils who despised death were
vociferously applauded, while the timorous
combatants, who begged for their lives, ex
cited the indignation of the people who con
sidered it an affront if a gladiator would
not die- cheerfully for their entertainment.
The people of our country are shocked by
the story of these brutal and brutalizing
combats. They are anfazed that such ex
hibitions were tolerated at the Roman
capital—the center of the wealth, fashion
and culture of the empire. But are. not
many of them seeking similar diversions
which are daily drifting toward the same/
cruel forms and murderous ends?
What means the mania for prize-fighting
which is spreading over our country like a
deadly epidemic? x •
Under the guise of “boxing bouts,” con- !
ducted for the amusement of the participants
and the entertainment of their friends and j
MY FAVORITE STORIES—Irvin S. Cobb
One of the oldest stories'in the world, and
deservedly, I think, one of the most popular,
has to do with a shipwreck. Two hardy
mariners escape from a sinking craft on an
improvised raft. . So far'as they know, they
are the only survivors of the crew. They
are in perilous plight. The angry waves
threaten to engulf their flimgy raft and a
pair of huge triangular fins circling in the
water give proof that at least a brace of
hungry sharks are waiting for dinner to be
served.
Says one:
"It looks to me like we’re in-the middle of
a mighty bad fix. Do you know a prayer?”
His drenched companion shakes a forlorn
head.
"Well, can you remember a hymn? Maybe
it would help if we sang a hymn tune.”
"No,” confessed the second castaway, "I
don’t know no hymns, either.”
"Well,” states No. 1, "we certainly ought
to be doing something religious. Let’s pass
the hat!”
. I can parallel this with a small experience
out of real life. A friend of mine, formerly
active in politics in the south, on his
way to a settlement up in the mountains of
Virginia to fill a speaking engagement. He
left the railroad train at the end of the line.
From this point he had to depend on horse
THE BETTER PATRIOTISM
By Dr. Frank Crane
The better psnriotism is the desire to
make one’s own country serve the world
better than any other country serves the
world.
We do not make progress in civiliaztion
except as our natural instincts become more
rational, and are brought more in accord
with our intelligence. Love does not become
a civilizing agency except as it evolves from
a mere animal appetite to become an ideal.
Worship ceases to be an agency of cruel
fanaticism and becomes a refining and hu
manizing power only as it cleans itself from
and grows into accord with in
telligence. So patriotism can only cease to
be a cause of wars and become the handmaid
of universal peace as it rids itself from the
spirit of savage struggle and becomes a com
petitor in service.
Patriotism is destructive when it is a j
sentiment directed toward making our coun- .
try the ruler over others, and merely ,grati- j
fying our vanity with the idea that our '
country shall be stronger and wealthier than
others and so dictate to them. ,
And the patriotism that functions only in i
preparing one’s own country to defend itself ;
from the attacks of others is really' but the
desire to rule masquerading in humility.
For the only safety is in service. What is
true in business is true among nations. A
business house can prosper only so long
as it *is of service to the community; and
a nation can have real prosperity onlj’ so
long as it is of service to the world.
Above all nations is humanity. Unless !
patriotism recognizes that its place is sec- |
OLD-TIME RELIGION,
BY BISHOP W. A. CANDLER •
THURSDAY. OCTOBER 18; 1923.
others, prize fights appear almost, every
night in most of our large cities. Boldly,
and in defiance of the laws of the land,
these brutal exhibitions are advertised, and
to them thousands flock, including officers
of cities and states, and not a few women
supposed to be educated and refined. These
spectators are not satisfied for the victors
in these coarse contests to “win on points.”
They demand “knockouts,” as Roman sen
ators and matrons clamored for the death
of the gladiators. They pay large sums
in the form of admission fees for the
privilege of witnessing such wretched deeds
of “the ring.”
What immense sums were pafd the two
brutes who fought recently in a contest
which the newspapers reported under glaring
headlines above the most demoralizing de
tails of the diabolical performance. One of
the fighters—the winner—was paid an en
ormous amount which exceeded the earnings
of a successful business man for a lifetime,
and went far beyond the wages of the most
skilled laborer for all his toilsome days.
The loser was compensated with a less sum,
but with an amount which was scarcely less
than startling. Who paid these brutes? The
brutalized spectators, of course.
And who were among the spectators? Sen
ators and congressmen, millionaires and
their modish wives. It is said that the wife
of an ex-cabinet secretary, who served in
the administration of one of our former
presidents, was one who viewed the spec
tacle with the most excited interest -and
keen delight.
To what end will such things lead? We
turn away with abhorrence from the his
tory of the gladiatorial shows of ancient
Rome, but are not thousands of the Ameri
can people treading the same downward
path to utter degradation and destruction?
Will modern education save the republic
from going to such a dreadful end? In
tellectual culture did not save the Romans.
Pliny in his “Panegyric” upon Trajan, praises
that poor creature for the brutal games he
provided, which games, says the philosopher,
“do not enervate the minds of men, but on
the contrary inflame them to honorable,
wounds and contempt of death as they per
ceive even in slaves and criminals the love
of praise, and desire for victory.” .Seneca
called them “light amusements.” The poet
Ovid advised the spectators of those “sports
that killed” to improve the opportunity for
love-making. These were the sentiments,
not of the rude and uneducated, but of the
most cultured and enlightened.
It would not be surprising if it should be
discovered that professors of some uni
versities, and perhaps a few preachers, ex
emplars of metropolitan liberalism, feasted
their sight-loving eyes upon the Dempsey-
Firpo exhibition of brutishness. Have not
some men eulogized such things as illustra
tions of “the manly art”? Have them net
said “boxing” qualified men for martial
service in time of war? And yet when the
World war broke upon us, the boxers con
tributed the smallest percentage of soldiers
of any class of men in the country. Where
were the Dempseys then? How many
cowardly slackers were among them, keep
ing their precious hulks out of the hardships
of camps and the dangers of the field? The
Roman gladiators were as far above these
American pugilists as the brave Spartacus
was more noble than the brute Dempsey.
“Boxing matches” do net yield bravery
ss> much as they beget brutishness.
It is time to end these coarse combats by
the enforcement of the laws against prize
.fights. Statutes should not be evaded by
euphemistic phrases concealing brutality
with the misleading term of “boxing
matches.”
More important than even law is a revival
of religion so penetrating and pervasive that
it will purge the nation of these foul blots
upon decency and civilization.
We have nothing more to save the republic
from ruin than what the Romans had to
arrest '''the decline and fall” of their com
monwealth—except the Christian religion.
If our people reject the religion of
Christ, and revert to the paganism of Rome,
they will run to the ruin which fell upon
the Romans. Do they propose to be Chris
tians or heathens? That is the question
which probes them to the depths of their
nature. That is the issue upon which turns
their welfare, or their woe.
power to get him over the knobs. He hired
a native who owned a buckboard and a
team to carry him on the last lap of the
journey.
As they rode along it developed that his
guide was an itinerant Methodist preacher,
and, naturally-; of an exceedingly religious
turn of mind. When, by questioning, he
discovered that the visiting campaigner be
longed to no recognized faith, he was greatly
shocked and said as much.
Presently they came to where they must
cross a mountain stream. There had been
a freshet up above somewhere and the stream
was ’out of its banks. They w’ere midway of
the ford when a small tidal wave came roll
ing down on them. The rig was caught and
swept down the current to catch, finally, on
an upjutting boulder .in the middle of the
channel. There it hung temporarily. x
The struggling team snapped the harness
and were swept away. White as a sheet, the
native cast a rolling eye upon the raging
torrent. It was a good hundred yards to
either shore. He turned his haggard face to
his traveling companion.
"My friend,” he quoth in quivering ac
cents, ‘,‘can you pray?”
"No,” stated the politician, as he prepared
to go overboard, "but it happens I can swim
fairly well.”
(Copyright, 1923.)
/POINTED PARAGRAPHS
When a farmer begins to call himself an
agriculturist it’s time for him to sell the
farm and move to town.
A man never reaches the highest degree
6f contentment until he becomes perfectly
indifferent, and then he has nothing to
live for.
The average woman gets more enjoyment
out of a cry than a laugh.
Some men are born great, but the ma
jority don’t even have greatness thrust upon
them.
ondary, and that the highest good of all is
the welfare of Jhe human race, patriotism
becomes septic.
Some time ago General Ludendorff gave
out a statement which illustrates the short
sight of the reactionary mind, that type of
Bourbpn intelligence which learns nothing
and forgets nothing.
“To be prepared for war,” he said,
“should be the supreme law of every coun
try, and the wealthier the country the more
vital that becomes. For a country having
a large part of the gold of the world con
centrated there, as has America, to indulge
in sentimental pacifism in the present state j
of the world, is nothing short of a crime I
against her own people and fraught with the
greatest dangers, since it invites the very
condition that the pacifists wish to avert.”
(Copyright, 1923.)
HER MONEY '
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
What has gone before. —Althea 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 become 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. Althea finds her aunt’s dairy
which discloses that her loveliness
prompted her to make the unusual cc"«
dition in her will. — Now go on with the
story.
CHAPTER VI
ACTING upon the lawyer’s advice Althea
made a list of every article in the
house. This took some time, but she
saw the wisdom of it, especially if she
should find a tenant. This finished, she
shut herself in Miss Crosby’s room, asking
Mollie not io disturb her. Once more she
read the diary left by 1 the lonely woman.
The constant regret running through the
closely written pages, Miss Crosby’s depre
cation of herself because of it (so carefully
hidden from the world) affected Althea even,
more poignantly than had the first reading.
On one page were a few lines of poetry.
Althea read them, aloud:
“The days are long
With hopes and fears
For those who wait
In lonely years,
And gaze at life
Through idle tears!”
“How terribly sad!” Althea mused. Sh«
tried to vision her aunt as the lawyer had
described her, cold, dignified, sufficient unto
herself, then to compare her with this other
woman—the Althea Crosby of the diary who
was all sentiment, who longed for romance
so The romance that never even
touched her. /
Slowly she turned the leaves of the littlf
book that mirrored the he’art hunger of her
ancestress. Often she turned back and read
a\page the second time. After this reading
she would follow her aunt’s directions and
destroy it. How pitiful it would be to hav«
some stranger read it, or someone who had
known the stately Althea Crosby in life. Sh«
felt it was a confidence to be held sacred.
Not to anyone would she ever divulge th<
heart-anguish so vividly portrayed.
“She thought she was doing right to leave
the money the way she did,” Althea mused
aloud. “She thought there was no happiness
for a single woman. She didn’t understand
that nowadays girls have other things to in
terest them, to take their time and thoughts.
She lived all her life in this little town—•
lived alone with her lovely old furniture and
her thoughts.”
Althea burned the little book, and felt as
if she were burning something alive. The
curling leaves seenied to speak of lonely
years, unsatisfied desires; to call out for
love so cruelly denied.
She watched until no trace of writing re
mained, then with a little sob turned away.
I Althea Crosby’s secret was safe.
“She wanted to be good to me or sha
wouldn’t have left me all these lovely things
and the house,” Althea told Mollie, who re
ferred to the legacy and censured Miss Cros-'
by for tying it up so Althea couldn’t use it.
“And I love her!” she added so vehemently
thztt Mollie stared.
The day before they were to return to
New York, and to the store, the lawyer
brought a woman to see them. She would
rent -the house but could pay but twenty
dollars a month. She was a widow, with
no children, had lived all her life in the vil
lage, and would take good care of every
thing. Acting on the lawyer’s a.dvice, Althea
let her have it with the proviso that every
year at her vacation time she should occupy
it herself. Mrs. Dayton was to go away for
that time.
“I want to feel it is my very own and I
shouldn’t if anyone were here,” she ex- ,
plained, careful not to hurt Mrs. Dayton’s
feelings.
She selected a few things to make her
room in the city more attractive and sent
them on by express. Then she and Mollie
bade good-by to the little place and jour
neyed. back to the old busy life of the self
supporting girl.
“Think of owning that house, all those
lovely things and really having only twenty
dollars more a month to show for it,” Mollie
said. “Antique dealers would pay you ter
rible big prices for some of those things.”
“I shan’t sell them unless I have to—-
when I’m old and can’t work,” Althea said.
“I may have to part with them some day,
but I.shan’t until I have to.”
Mollie told the girls in the store of Al
thea’s legacy, thp home, and the wonderful
two weeks they had spent. She also told of
the money left Althea, adding there were
strings on it, that Althea could not have it
for some time.
“What if she does have to wait, a little
for it?” one of the salesgirls asked. “I’d
wait a lifetime for half of $50,000.”
The story spread. Althea Crosby was an
heiress, owned an estate in Massachusetts,
the size of the estate growing with each rep
etition. There were stacks and bonds also,
Althea didn’t have to work any more, but
she was a “queer girl,” and was going to re
main in the store,-etc., etc.
Althea smiled to herself as she noted that
the heads of the department, the dignified
floor-walkers, treateu her with a respect, a
consideration never before shown.
“They have heard Mollie talking,” sha
said to herself. “Well, they can believe any
thing they like.”
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Q. What is the proper procedure of a
best man as regards the handling of the
wedding ring? T. I. L.
A. The best man carries in his right
hand waistcoat pocket the wedding ring and
in his left-hand pocket the fee forth? cler
gyman. He joins the groom in the room set
aside for their use and walks with him
to the spot where the marriage is to take
place. The best man stands one pace be
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ceremony, handing the groom his hat and
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much smoke is required? G. N. I.
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