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ZC- A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
' - Lord Thou hast been our dwelling place
in all generations. Before the mountains
were brought forth, or ever Thou hadst
. formed the earth and the world even from
everlasting to everlasting, Thou art God.
- For a thousand years in Thy sight are but
at yesterday when it is past, and as a
watch in the night. The day of our years
’ are threescore years and ten; and if
by reason of strength they be fourscore
years, yet is their strength labour i and
sorrow; for it is soon cut off and we fly
away. So teach us to number our days
that we may apply our hearts unto wis
dom. Make us glad according to days
wherein Thou hast afflicted us and the
years wherein we have seen evil. Let
: Thy work appear unto Thy servants and
Thy glory unto their children. And let the
beauty of the Lord our God be upon us.—
From the Ninetieth Psalm.
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Just Among Ourselves
THIS newspaper likes to get the views of
its readers. it doesn’t matter that
these views often d-iffer from ou» own.
In fact, that makes it better. We have never
.seen anyone who had a monopoly on wisdom,
.’•of who could claim with any degree of suc
cess that he was always right. We have no
, such thought about ourselves, though it must
ba admitted that we THINK what we think
- is right. If we didn’t, we wouldn’t hold
those opinions.
• • One of Georgia's noblest sons said a great
i thing on this subject as his dying words.
, You may recollect that Washington Dessau,
’ pf Macon, was preparing to address the Su
preme Court of this state. He saluted the
court and began, in measured tones: “From
~.the clash of intellect on intellect comes the
spark of truth.” And as he finished that
‘striking and noble sentence he fell dead.
•i 1 ’
From discussion by sincere and intelligent
and women, wisdom comes. Wisdom is
rd--
J ‘nothing but truth put to a practical purpose.
‘ Now, the other day, under the head that
covers this friendly and homey chat with our
...readers, we spoke our sentiments rather
"’ plainly on the subject of socialism.
It has brought a long—unfortunately," too
long—letter from Brother J. A. Lindquist, of
Route 1, Thorsby, Ala. We would be glad to
I publish his views, as we had previously done,
I but for the fact that we can not spare the
space.
L The gist of what Brother Lindquist says
I is this: “As to your reference to a state of
society under the socialist commonwealth,
you are entirely mistaken, but it is too long
to explain. Anyone interested can get Carl
M*rx’» 'Capital,’ written 1848 to 1873. A
-lot of matter in that, also in the manifesto,
is obsolete at present. But the principles
laid down there will face all objections till
the end of life.”
Brother Lindquist also says he thinks our
suggestion that all who are socialistically in
clined should go to Russia and live with the
Bolsheviks would be turned into a fact but
for the bad climate in that country, that
there would be a great migration from all
countries if it were not so cold there.
We assure him that Southern Russia, down
in the Ukraine, is balmier than Alabama or
Georgia,
Brother B. S. Cox also comes to bat from
Shubuta. Miss. His letter is short enough to
be printed, so here goes:
“In your issue of November 13, in com
menting on the letters of feme of your cor
respondents, you say: ‘Just what socialism
is, we have never known for sure.’ You are,
then, very ignorant for an editor to be, espe
cially when there have been parties in the
United States advocating socialism ever since
1892, and they have had presidential candi-
Fixit, who will quick
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THE ATLANTA THI-WEEKLY
dates in the field at every presldentHl elec
tion for the last thirty years, and they have
always had a published platform and every
one has advocated the public ownership of
public utilities, which is the great funda
mental principle of justice and is the only
way to stop 'dividing up,’ or to keep the
capitalist class (‘no-account neighbors’) from
getting what the ‘hard-working, sober and
efficient man’ produces. So you see you
have got the cart before the horse, which
demonstrates that you don’t know for ‘sure.’
“Now, you have been informed what it is,
so please publish this that your readers may
be informed.
“Yours for justice,
“B. S. COX.”
We knew as much as Brother Cox knows:
that is, that one of the details of socialistic
doctrine is public ownership of public utili
ties. A lot of people who are not socialists
believe in it, too. But that is no piore a defi
nition of socialism than to say socialists be
lieve In health and happiness.
There are some principles>of socialism that
everybody indorses. One of them, to express
it broadly and generally, is that the pro
ducer, the worker, should get a fair share
from his labor and skill, and that middlemen
and non-producers should get less or nothing.
No one can abject to such a principle.
In fact, the organization of southern farm
ers into the co-operative cotton marketing
associations aims to do that very thing for
members, and, praise be, IS doing it. But
it is not a socialistic movement, though so
cialists profess the general principle.
We stick to our definition that socialism
means that hard-working, sober and efficient
men shall share what they earn with their
no-account neighbors.
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Q. Why does H. G. Wells in his “Outline
of History” give the date of the birth of
Christ as 4 B. C.? W. G. G.
A. For many centuries the exact date of
the birth of Christ was based on the calcula
tions of Dionysius, a learned monk of Rome,
of the sixth' century. Subsequent investi
gations, however, demonstrated that Diony
sius’ date is at least four years too late. The
discrepancy was discovered by a comparison
of the historical records of Rome with the
Scripture records of the birth of Christ. Ac
cording to Scriptures, Christ was born at-th*
time of a census or enumeration made in tbo
territory of Herod, in accordance with the
decree of Augustus, when Quirinius (in Bible
Cyranius) was exercising authority in the
Roman provinces of Syria. This was four
years earlier than the date of Dionysius.
Q. Are olives grown in the United States?
R. N,
A. The region in which the olive may be
successfully grown for the commercial pro
duction of fruit in the United States is not
so great as for most hardy fruits. Com
mercial olive growing has been confined to
portions of California and Arizona, although
the trees will live and bear some fruit in
portions of all of the southern states of this
country.
Q. When were felons first sent to a Brit
ish colony? J. E.
A. The first instance of this sort was
when the king sent 100 prisoners from Eng
lish ' prisons to be sold as servants to the
Virginia planters.
Q. When were fire engines first used?
W. H. G.
A. Machines for extinguishing fire were
known from a very early date. They were
employed by the Romans, and are mentioned
by Pliny. Fire engines of a sort were used
in England at the end of the sixteenth cen
tury. The first steam fire engine was devel
oped by Braithwaite in 1829 or 1830. John
Ericsson worked on the problem about the
same time.
Q. Please tell me how the recor£ of Poca
hontas’ burial reads? H. S. M. 5
A. In the parish register of Saint George's,
Gravesend, there is the following entry:
“16(16 (1617), May 21, Rebecca Wrothe, wyff
of Thomas Wrothe, gent, a Virginia lady
borne, here was buried in ye chauncill.”
Q. What persons have walked across Ni
agara river at the Falls on a tight-rope?
K. L. S.
A. Tight-rope walkers who have crossed
Niagara Falls are Blondin, 1859; Marla
Spplterina, 1876, and John Dixon, 1890.
Q. Does the Darwinian theory of evolution
include the proposition that men are descend
ed from monkeys? R. H. G.
A. This is the popular conception of the
theory of evolution. What Darwin said,
however 4 , was that man and the apes evolved
from a common ancestor. Concrete evidence
of the ancestor of man, the so-called missing
link, has not so far been discovered.
Q. What food* supply iron to the body?
N. E.
A. Among the iron-giving foods are lean
beef, eggs, oatmeal, whole wheat, dried lima
beans, dried peas, navy beans, spinach,
prunes, apples, raisins, milk, corn meal,
pearl barley, dandelion greens, dates and
olives.
Q. How long a period was required by
Edmund Burke to deliver his speech on
“Conciliation of the American Colonies?’’
C. G.
A. The delivery of his speech took three
hours.
FLOWING GOLD
BY REX BEACH
CHAPTER XXIII
The Game of Wits
* NEW strike in one of the western coun-
Aa tries had become'public, and a brand
x new oil excitement was born overnight.
Trains were crowded, roads were jammed with
racing automobiles; in the neighborhood of
the new well ensued scenes to duplicate those
of other pools. For the first week or two
there was a frenzy ®f buying and selling, a
speculation in all acreage and town lots.
The Ndlsons, of course, were early on the
ground, for in spite of the father’s conten
tion that they could ill afford, at the moment,
to tie up more money in unproductive proper
ties, the son had argued that they must have
“protection,” and his arguments had pre
vailed.
Now, oddly enough, this new oil discovery
did not develop as had been expected—-in
fact, the excitement died out quickly—and
when Henry Nelson undertook to dispose of
his holdings he was faced by a heavy loss,
for Gray was offering adjoining acreage
low prices.
Following this unhappy experience, the
scandal about the Jackson well became public
—the Atlantic company having at last located
the leak in its pipe line—and the whole Red
river district enjoyed a great laugh.
Miss Packer, of course, was deeply chagrin
ed at her connection with the fraud; neverthe
less, the banker felt his flesh turn cold at the
narrowness of his escape.
About this time a big gasser blew in north
of the Louisiana fields, and wise oil men be
gan to talk about Arkansas and quietly to
gather in acreage. Less than a week later
one of Nelson’s field men brought into the
bank a youth who owned some property in
the latter state. This yoker was a sick man;
he was thin and white; he /had a racking
cough, and ha,knew nothing about oil except
from hearsay. All he knew was that he would
die if he didn’t get to a warmer, drier cli
mate, but the story he told caused Henry
Nelson to stare queerly at his field man.
That very night the latter left town.
On the third night thereafter, in answer to
a telegram, Nelson and the Arkansas farmer
slipped unobtrusively out of Wichita Falls.
It so happened that Brick Stoner, en route to
Hot Springs for a little rest, was a passenger
on the same train.
Stoner returned in due time, much rested,
and he brought with him a large check to
the firm’s account.
“We timed it to the minute,” he told Mc-
Wade and Mallow. "That gasser couldn’t
have come in better if we’d ordered it. Nel
son's dickering under cover for more acreage
near what he’s got, but I tipped off who he
was.”
“He fell easy, eh?”
Stoner grinned. "He was so pleased with
himself at swindling an invalid, and so scared
somebody would discover those seepages that
he couldn’t hardly wait' to sign up. If it
hadn't of been for the general excitement, he
might ot insisted on time to do some explor
ing, but he’s pulled a rig off another job and
fee’s sending it right up.”
"We’ve got some good news, too,” Me Wade
asserted. “Avenger Number One is trying
hard to come in.”
“No?”
“I tell you Gray’s got a rabbit foot. If we
continue to trail along with him, I’ll be losing
you as a partner, Brick.”
“How so?”
“Why, I’n be turning honest. I<t seems
to pay.” /
“Um-m. Probably I’d better keep all this
Nelson money and leave you— ”
“Oh, not at all,” the junior partner said,
quickly. “That isn’t an oil deal, strictly
speaking, for you say there ain’t oil enough
on the land to grease a jackknife. I look on
it as a real estate speculation.” *
With a laugh Stoner accepted this explana
tion, and then announced that he was hun
gry for his breakfast.
This time Mallow spoke up. “I’m bally
hooing for a new joint; Fulton’s Fancy
Waffle Foundry. Follow me and I’ll try to
wedge you in. But you’ll have to eat fast
and pick your teeth on the sidewalk, for we
need the room.” in answer to Stoner’s stare
the speaker explained big interest in the
welfare of Wichita Falls’ newest eating place,
and en route thereto he told how Margie Ful
ton came to be running it. “Gray did it. He
got the Parker girl to help us, and we had
the place all fixed up by the time Margie goi
here. She’s tickled pink, and it’ll coin money
—if it isn’t pinched.”
“Pinched?”
"Sure! Bennie’s the cashier, and he palms
everything from dimes to dishtowels. Force
of habit! Better count your \ change till 1
break him of short-changing the customers."
It was a blue day for Henry Nelson when
Avenger Number One came in, for it made
necessary immediate drilling operations on
his part. And the worst of it was the well
was not big enough to establish a high value
for his holding. It was just enough of a pro.
ducer to force him to begin three offsets, and
that, for the moment, was an undertaking
decidedly inconvenient.
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QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES
' Miss Forte Was a stickler for discipline,
and she was most keen of all to have all the
pupils of her class attend regularly and
punctually.
“Henry,” she said sternly to one of her
little charges one morning‘s “have you
brought a note of excuse from your father
saying why you were not here yesterday?”
“No, Miss Forte,” was the reply.
“Then will you kindly tell me why you
were away?”
“I had to go to the dentist with a tooth
ache,” replied the child.
“Well, that’s too bad,” said the in
tones that were now sympathetic. “Does it
still ache?”
“I don’t know,” said the child.
“You don’t know! Henry, are you trying
to deceive xne? How is it that you don’t
know whether your tooth aches or not?”
“Please, Miss Forte,” came the answer in
shaky tones, “the dentist kept it.”
On board ship the passengers quickly
strike up acquaintance with one another, and
there was no exception to this rule on a ship
that was cruising round the coast of Sweden.
Among the passengers was a young doctor,
who struck up a sligHt acquaintance with a
French student, who seemed in remarkably
good spirits.
“You seem happy,” remarked the doctor
as the student came up to him with a laugh
and a skip.
“Who wouldn’t be?” was the reply. "I’m
on my honeymoon.”
“On your honeymoon?” said the doctor,
surprised. “Then, where is ”
"Ah!” said the student,' “you wonder
where my wife is? Well, the money wouldn’t
run to two, so I had to come alone.”
“And below ns,” murmured the romantic
son, as with a sweeping gesture he took in
THE COTTON SITUATION AS I SEE IT
THIS morning an alarm of fire was again
heard in the town I live In. Just a
week ago we had a bad fire, destroyed
the opera house and played havoc in its rav
ages for awhile. Another alarm today car
ried the most of home-staying people out
into the street.
As the news came back to us it was not
a house afire, but a grass-grown field that
made a blaze. The first person coming back
toward us was a well-known cotton buyer,
and my mind turned to cotton and its price.
"Going easy at 34 cents, Mrs. Felton.” And
he went in a hurry to get down to the ware
houses, and, doubtless, to enter into the
game himself.
I did a sum in mental arithmetic without
any delay. Thirty-four cents means less
than three pounds to the dollar, and a 500-
pound bale will bring $170! clean cash, and
then I began to regret that I hadn’t waited
awhile longer to sell my cotton. *
The morning paper tells of a crop made
by some boys near Griffin, and they made a
bale to the acre. I searched further and
a Chattooga farmer made three bales to the
acre.
This extra good price, coming after so
many people had prophesied we wouldn’t
make anything because of boll weevil,
makes a farmer feel good. He can pay off
his debts and start a crop year with a
light heart. It surely has helped everybody
that had anything to risk in farming affairs.
For one, I believe the boll weevil has gone
over the peak and is going down grade, be
cause the pest has played his game and has
found defeat following its failure.
I heard a wealthy farmer tell of his farm
ing experience the other day. His tract com*
prises 4,800 acres. How much of it he had
planted in cotton he did not say, but he did
say that his cotton did well, for he averaged
One-Arm Pete and One-Toed Lucy—A Georgia Romance
Chronicled by the Me riwether Vindicator
ONE-ARM PETE and one-toed Lucy have
again entered into the joys of family
unity. After a period of several years
of separation they have joined hands once
more and are traveling life’s pathway to
gether.
In days gone by .there were disputes and
aggressive differences but that was in the
heyday of youth, when they had strength
and vigor to fling dishes accurately and pre
cipitate each other into the depths of wash
pots laden with water.
You will doubtless recall an incident told
by me about Lucy throwing Pete into the
pot from which he could not extricate him
self. \
They had daily and nightly scraps in those
days. But now the fires of passio'n do not
burn so fiercely in their bossoms.
Lucy spent years at the state sanitarium
and she has become somewhat subdued in
spirit.
Pete, during her absence, lapsed into leth
argy of movements and he is not so handy
in a scrap. Besides this, he mourned the
absence of his spouse and is mellowed in
spirit.
But now in the glee of second childhood
they are walking downward to the river’s
brink. Not that even yet there fails to be
an occasional cloud on the horizon, but
there is not much thunder and lightning.
The storm passes more swiftly and with less
force in its scope. Occasionally there are
still mutterings which break upon the home,
but they are the kind easily made up and
mended. \
HEALTH EDUCATION
By H. Addington Bruce
LESS than four years ago, in an educa
tional conference at Washington, pr. L.
Emmett Holt, chairman of the Child
Health Organization of America, lamented
that the opportunity the school offered for
health education had hardly been recognized.
As Dr. Holt rightly pointed out:
“In the school the child is under continu
ous observation for eight or nine years. He
Is at a teachable age, in a teachable mood,
and the school has the machinery for teach
ing.
“The long period of school life permits a
great variety of teaching, from the simplest
things taught the youngest to the wider
knowledge which can be given the oldest.
Much more can be done in school than even
in the most enlightened home. In fact, the
home itself is often best reached by the
child.’’
In the short time that has elapsed since
Dr. Holt offered these exceedingly practical
suggestions, much has been done to give
them effect. In many schools today health
education is an established fact.
It is a forceful fact, too, thanks to the in
genuity with which the laws of health are
presented and health habits developed in the
children of the schools wherein health edu
cation now is part of the regular teaching.
The instruction is largely through gdmes
and competitions. There are toothbrush
drills and frequent quizzes as to the faithful
ness with which the children conform at
home to such elementary health require
ments as regularity in washing face and
hands, bathing, sleeping with windows open,
and drinking plenty of water.
In some cases, where the so-called Health
Crusader movement has been adopted in the
schools, parents are expected to co-operate
by signing a weekly report to teachers re
garding the home health habits of the chil
dren. This has the two-fold effect of help
ing to keep the children up to grade, so to
speak, and of impressing on their parents
the importance of personal hygiene.
In not a few schools there is daily or fre-i
quent recitation of health rhymes. An there
is occasional presentation of health plays,
written for the special purpose of educating
in health through amusement and entertain
ment. -wealth fairies and health clowns are
popular visitors to many schools today.
The effort, in short, is to avoid so far as
possible dry-as-dust textual instruction, and
to appeal primarily to the imagination of the
children. Some formal imparting of facts
there is of necessity, but this happily is min
imised.
(Copyright, 1923.)
The horizon, “lies the mystic city of Bagdad.”
“A very appropriate name,” growled the
uninterested father as he glowered at his
hotel bill again. •
.A Scottish footballer was as bald as a bil
liard ball, but managed to keep his baldness
concealed by means of a cap and wig.
In one match, however, as one of his op
ponents took a red-hot shot at goal, “Wiggy”
got his head in the way of the ball, and the
wig and cap were ..nocked off.
When the first player saw the result of his
shot he seemed thunderstruck for a moment,
and then exclaimed:
“Guid heavens! I’ve scalped the mon!”
ABE MARTIN
Who’s goin’ t’ make th’ sewer connections,
an’ do th’ farmin’, an’ newspaper work, an’
shovelin’ after we’re all educated? Hain't
it grand t’ receive a business lookin’ letter
an’ wonder what your wife’s been chargin’,
an’ then tear U open an’ find it’s only an
announcement? I
(Copyright, 1923) A
THE COUNTRY HOME
BY MRS. W. H. FELTON
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 27. IMB.
two bales to three acres of ground in cultiva
tion. He used arsenate of calcium. He be
gan when the plant had two good-sized
leaves, but he put the poison down In the
bud and thus reached the terrible pest,
where it could “get ’em.”
The people who worked their crop con
stantly and dusted or sprayed constantly
were rewarded with success.
The lazy ones, that played with their job
and failed to stir the ground and failed to
pick the bugs and *fight them all the way,
made precious little of the staple. But I
desire to go on record that cotton farmers
must raise enough to eat for man and beast,
and sufficient corn, fodder and hay to make
the crop without going in debt for such sup
plies, or they will drop behind In future
farming attempts.
The busy people are raising poultry#- eggs
and chickens. Others are selling milk and
butter, and the wise farmer will endeavor to
raise cattle for the fertilizer to be made at
home, along with acid phosphate, etc.
This big wealthy farmer said he mixed his
own fertilizers and he knew what he was
using when he put it under the cotton rows.
I am expecting to write him to procure his
formula, and when 1 get it I’ll, pass it on to
you, if I am spared to do it.
I have been used to cotton farming ever
since I can remember. My father was a
wheat raiser, because he had flour mills,
and that was before the west could ship
wheat or flour to us, but when he raised
cotton it was a surplus crop and ready cash
when he sold it. - •
I guess cotton is so scarce in the markets
of the world that the price has gone up in
lofty figures. Do not allow yourselves to
plant nothing but cotton in the year 1924,
or you may drop down to SSO a bale, instead
of $l7O.
The old negro seems to love with all the
krdor of old age and is happy o’er the re
united hearthstone. He occasionally comes
around to the Vindicator pffice and looks
lovingly at the scenes which met his gaze so
frequently in the long ago, when he was the
mqtive power of the paper.
' He was as strong as a mule then, and
with his one arm could run the papers off
faster than a gas engine. It was in the dry
less days and he loved his dram. With
about three under his shirt he could sing the
old songs all day long, and the more his
liquor was felt the more religious he became.
He sung with unction and emptied his soul
through his voice.
On Sundays he attended divine services
clad in one of my suits, twenty-seven sizes
too large for him, and wore his garments
with great pride and dignity. The thing he
was most proud of was a derby hat several
sizes too small for him, which reclined on the
tip of his head. He was hearty in his amen
approval of the preacher’s words and shouted
with the zeal and power of a soql just re
deemed from the bottomless pit.
During his enforced widowerhood, when
Lucy was held as a hostage by the state, he
moped in sorrow and frequently expressed
his disgust of a court that declared insane
one so brilliantly lucid as she. But now he
is happy. Hope deferred has become hope’s
fruition and now One-armed Pete and One
toed Lucy, reunited in the bliss of conjugal
felicity, walk hand in hand down the ways
of life towards the sea* of eternity.—H. H,.
Revell in Meriwether Vindicator.
MY FRIENDS IN THE COUNTRY
By Dr. Frank Crane
Back in the city after my vacation, I sit
in my study and think of my friends in the
country.
Trees. One lone tree in a meadow, a
giant cottonwood, with cows under it.
Massed trees in the forest' at a distance.
Armies of trees swarming up the mountain
side. A procession of trees along the road
side. , •
The Brook, happiest, playfulest, brightest
of all Nature’s children. The Waterfall. I
can close my eyes and see Its silver surface,
its mounting spray, its flashing jewels, and
hear its thunderous note.
The Cliff, standing out grimly, sturdily,
everlastingly defying the waters.
The Field. The waving surface of golden
grain, the sweep of meadow and upland.
The Sea. For days I floated on a flhip,
a little speck lost in the immensity of sky
and water. The infinity of it haunts my
mind.
Greenness. Acres, miles, worlds of green
grass and leafage. God’s color.
The smell of earth, and the salt tang of
the ocean. The odor of the fresh plowed
field, of the new cut hay, of the stacked
wheat and oats, of Barns and barnyards, of
orchards and woods.
Long stretches of railway.
Birds. Vultures poised motionless high
in the air. Seagulls circling, swooping,
mounting, diving tirelessly.
Wild things. A bear, a deer, scurrying
squirrels. They are peeping among my
memories now as they peeped at me from
among the leafage.
The Horizon. Out at sea I saw it In its
purity, with not a building, a ship, a moun
tain or any such thing to break the utter
purity of its line. In the city there is no
horizon.
The Wind. Not little sucking drafts or
street cramped gusts, but vast fronts of it,
miles wide, coming like an advancing army.
Wind fresh and rich and full of the med
icine of the sun and sky and ocean.
The Path, zig-zagging across the heath as
deviously as life itself.
Roads, not streets. Roads, roads climb
ing up mountain sides, roads stretching
across plains, roads arched by trees, bor
dered by weeds and brushwood, roads
straight, meandering, climbing hills, de
scending valleys, crossing bridges.
The River, eternally seeking the sea.
Boats, herds of cattle, droves of sheep,
flocks of birds, heaps of stone, innumerable
stars fretting the vast night.
Huge silences, not disturbed but accen
tuated, by the sound of crickets and frogs.
So I sit in my fchair in my study and
think of my Friends in the Country.
(Copyright, 1923.)
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS
When the old-fashioned girl was grown
she came out,’ but now she simply stays
out.—Rockford Republic.
It isn t a supreme court we need to pass
judgment on some of the laws, but an
alienist.—San Francisco Chronicle.
f
Science has a new substitute for tea and
coffee, but restaurants have been using one
for years.—Allentown Chronicle and News.
The difference between character and rep
utation is that one depends on the heart and
the other on tongues.—Atlantic City Press.
Father insists that the family get up for
church Sunday morning. It gives him quiet
to sleep until noon.—Youngstown Vindicator.
There’s much talk of permanent waves for
men, but most of the old boys would be sat
isfied with permanent hair and let the wave
go.—Albany News, ...
HER MONEY
BY CAROLYN BEECHER (
What has gone before. — Althea Cros
by, an old maid, dying in loneliness and
lovelessness, leaves her fortune to her
' niece and namesake, on condition that
the girl marry before she is 35. Althea
falls in love with handsome young Dr.
, Peter Graham, but does not tell him
about the strange condition in the will.
Eventually he learns of it and assumes
she married him in order to get posses
sion of the fortune. He becomes cool
and she assumes he married her for her
money. She becomes jealous of her hus
band’s attentions to Mrs. Ruth Williams,
a wealthy patient whom he desires to
• please for business reasons. She meets
Kenneth Moore at a party and his gay
ety attracts her. —Now go on with the
story.
CHAPTER XXIII
NO FURTHER reference was made by
either Peter or Althea to Kenneth
Moore, although he called f~»®Bently.
Peter noticed in self-condemnatory fashion
that Althea’s dressing table was now seldom
bare of flowers, choice blooms. He had been
too busy to think of little things—he was
sorry. He had no doubt 'as to who sent
them, but would not demean himself by men
tioning them, save in admiration. If ha
hoped Althea would volunteer any informa
tion he was disappointed.
Occasionally, too, Moore’s smart motor
stood before the door, Availing for Althea to
ride with him. For a time he pretended not
to notice, then one day he said:
“I see you are going for | ride with
Moore.”
“Yes. Have you any objections?”
•‘Oh—l thought—no—” he stammered.
“You take Miss Howard to ride, and
the other day I Mrs. Wllilanrs get into
your car. I haVe the same privileges as you,
I hope.”
“Miss Howard is my nurse. I was going
her way and common decency made me offer
to drop her off. And as for Mrs. Williams,
her chauffeur did not return at the time he
was told to and as I was to make a call near
her home I told her I would take her home,’
Peter explained. v
“Well, I go simply and solely for the pleas
ure it gives me. I make no excuses,” Althea
replied, pulling on her gloves.
“I trust you will enjoy your ride,” he re
turned slowly, then stood aside for her to
pass him.
“I expect to,” was her reply.
Peter stood inside the door and gay chatter
came to his ears as Moore helped her into
the car. He turned into his office with a
sigh., Then straightened his shoulders. He
wouldn’t lose her without a struggle.
For the first time Althea consented that
night to dine with Moore at a country inn -
dine alone. It was she returned.
Half way up the stairs she discerned a figure
standing On the landing at the top. A mo
ment later Peter’s voice came out of th*
darkness. It was very gentle, almost tender.
“I am so glad you have come. I was be
coming anxious about you.”
Althea laughed sarcastically. "I am cap
able of taking care of myself. You had no
need to be anxious.”
Peter made no reply, save the closing of
his door.
“He does as he pleases, I shall do the
same!” she declared as she undressed. But
there was a bitter smile on her lips as she
said it, a longing look In her eyes that seemed
to contradict the idea that she had enjoyed
herself.
The door bell jangled raucously.
She heard Peter go soft-footed down the
stairs, a murmur of voices, then Peter as
cending again. In a few moments she heard
him go down into his office, then the street
door opened and closed.
She sprang from her bed and looking from
the window saw a car at the curb. Peter
entered it and the chauffeur drove off.
She was eating her breakfast when he re
turned.
He took his place at the table and greedily
drank his coffee. He was pale and haggard.
“You were out all night?” Althea re
marked. >
••Yes—l tried Yo save him, but it was im
possible.” A groan escaped him as he cov
ered his eyes with his hand.
“Save who?”
“Little Glen Williams. His poor mother.
If he had not mentioned the mother Al
thea would have felt pity, for she was by
nature tender-hearted. But the way he spoke
of her,'the tender pity in his voice, hardened
her..
“So the boy is gone?” she said.
“Yes —about an hour ago. It is one of the
saddest cases I have ever known. The father
was not there. She was alone.”
“So yOu stayed with her?”
“Os course. I remained until Mr. Wililams
came in.” .
When Peter rose from the table he went
to his room, bathed and dressed, then went
immediately to his office. How he worked,
how wrapped up he was in his profession!
If be cared half as much for her as he did
.for that weak little boy—but was it the hoy?
Was it not rather the boy’s mother?
Then remembering his delight in being
consulting surgeon at the crippled children’*
hospital, how he labored to help them, to
straighten their limbs, their little crooked
bodies, she flushed with shame at her unkind
thoughts. No, Peter would have done the
same for any child.
Peter went to the boy’s funeral. He did
not tell her he was going, but the day he was
to be buried he came up and dressed in dark
clothes, then went out. It was late when he
returned and he wore a worried, anxious
look. But Mollie was with her, had dropped
in to dinner, so Althea asked no questions,
said nothing.
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MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irvin Cobb
Following the close of hostilities two
members of a colored labor battalion—na
tives of the same Inland Georgia town—
were sitting on a dock at Brest. Naturally,
their thoughts dwelt on what they would
do when they had been shipped back to the
States and mustered out of the service.
“Me, I done got it all flggered out,” said
one. “I been takin’ a lesson from dese yere
Frenchmens. Dey ain’t got no race-feelin’s; "
dey don’t draw no color-line. So, I Aspects
to carry on when I gits back jes’; de same
ez I’se been doin’ over yere—only mebbe
mo’ v>. Things shorely must a changed back
home sence we been away. So, ez soon ez 1
strikes our ole town I’se goin’ git me some
w’ite clothes, all w’ite frum haid to foot—•
w’ite suit, w’ite nocktie, w’ite straw hat,
w’ite shoes, ever’thing w’ite. An’ I’m going
put dem on an’ den I’m goin.’ invite some
w’ite gal to jine me an’ wid on my arm
I’m gwine walk slow down de street bound
fur de ice-cream parlor., Whut does you
aim to do w’en you gits back?”
“Well,” said his companion, “I 'spects to
aet diffe’nt frum you, an’ yet, in a way,
similar. I’m goin’ git me a black suit, black
frum haid to foot, and black shoes, an' I
also is gwine walk slow down de streeL
jest behime you—bound fur de cemetery!*
.(Copyright, 1923.)