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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Let love be without dissimilation. Abhor
that which is evil, cleave to that which is
good. Be kindly affectioned one to an
other with brotherly love; in honour pre
ferring one another; not slothful in busi
ness, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord;
rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation,
continuing instant in prayer; distributing
to the necessity of saints, given to hospi
tality.—Romans 12:9-13.
The Long and the Short of
The Legislative Session
THE Georgia, Legislature, called by the
Governor into a special session to deal
with tax and fiscal problems, has I
struck sail after a voyage more or less stren
uous and only two days shorter than the de
cisive adventure of Noah. To say that this
adjournment will be as momentous in its ef
fect upon history as was the landing on Ara
rat would, we fear, strain the prosaic truth.
The sun would have continued to rise be
times, even if this extraordinary session had
not been called; and now that the gavel has
fallen sine die, the rain will continue to fall
as aforetime on the just and the unjust—
mostly upon the just, as the bishop remark
ed, because the unjust have made away with
the umbrellas.
Mayhap we are wont to lay greater store
by things legislative, gubernatorial, political
and such like than the facts usually warrant.
How many times has the country been lost,
in the view of a defeated candidate and his
more ardent followers, only to come up smil
ing with prosperity ere the election din had
fairly died away! Truth to tell, the greater
part of human history is made between
plowshares and in schoolhouses, at anvil and
forge and market place, around quiet fire
sides, and in the hearts of men and women
who live faithfully a work-a-day life and who
will sleep at last "in unvisited tombs.”
Leastwise, this should be comforting philoso
phy for those who may be prone to look too
lugubriously on the omissions if not the com
missions of our Georgia solons.
The Journal questioned the advisability of
the call for the extra session; but the Gov
ernor having spoken and the issues being
joined, we urged that all pride of opinion be
put away for a united effort to serve the
common weal. To what extent has this been
done?
Some there are who regard the session as
a flat desert of failure, with never an oasis
of good amid the rolling waste of words. Not
so thinks The Journal. That the House
and Senate were unable to agree on a State
income tax proposal was by no means alto
gether unnatural; nor, in the judgment of a
number of business-minded observers, alto
gether unfortunate. For our own part, we
were not affrighted at the thought of
an Income tax, provided it should be rea
sonable and equitable, and were heartily op
posed to any policy or mere obstruction. But
if there could be no agreement, at this ses
sion, on an Income tax plan that would be
economically sound and politically just, then
assuredly the best to be done for the com
monwealth was to let the matter be. Inac
tion may seem inglorious, but rash action
may be ruinous; and the Hotspurs are more
oft’ in error than the Slows.
So experienced and devoted a State of
ficial as Comptroller General Wright said
months ago that under efficient government
ffenrgla’s existing tax system would produce
ample revenue if it were but made duly en
forceable. Well, three specific bills for that
purpose were passed at the special session.
There is the general tax act, which orders
sundry changes in the present law assessing
general and occupational taxes. There is
also the act establishing a state department
THE ATLANTA TRI-WEEKLY .TOUKYATI
of revenue, "charged with the enforcement
of collection of all special taxes, such as ciga
rette and cigar taxes, inheritance taxes, and
occupational taxes.” Moreover, there is the
i act cretting a State audit system, which
is "to audit the books of all state depart
ments and institutions” with a view to
checking extravagances in expenditure. Final
ly, the tax equalization law stands unre
pealed. The fruitage of these measures is
yet to appear, and it may be that they leave
problems of fundamental import untouched.
But there are confident predictions from
more than one quarter that their combined
effect will be to add many thousands of dol
lars to the State treasury.
If so, the recently-adjourned session of the
General Assembly will not have been a
Sahara unredeemed, as some disconsolate
scribes would have it. We doubt that the
Governor would have issued his call, had
he foreseen the precise outcome; but only the
gods can be as wise before the event as
after. The Legislature, we take it, has done
no better and no worse than any like as
sembly of Georgians would have done in
the circumstances —even though you and we,
esteemed reader, had been numbered
amongst them.
Pershing at Sixty-F our
General* john j. pershing win be
sixty-four years old on his next birth
day. But "Black Jack” will not go
on the retired list. They are going to waive
the statutory age limit for General Pershing.
• Secretary Weeks has requested the passage
of a bill in Congress to authorize the gen
eral of the armies to remain on the active
list, de’spite the provision of the Act of June
30, ISB2, which states, "When an officer Is
sixty-four years of age he shall be retired
from active service and placed on the retired
list.”
In his letter Secretary Weeks says: "Dur
ing General Pershing’s service of forty-two
years he has had intimate contact with every
phase of the military profession and has
reached a pre-eminence attained by few in
our military history. His vast fund of ac
cumulated’experience as commanding general
of our armies in Europe and his virile inter
est in our military establishment in questions
affecting the national defense are reasons
which convince me that a great mistake will j
be made if the present law on the subject of j
retirement is allowed to bar further active
military service to the nation by him.”
Every element of logic and propriety and
sentiment is on the side of Secretary Weeks
in this request, which undoubtedly will be
acceded to with promptness and enthusiasm
by the national Congress. And citizens of
the nation will rejoice in the continuance of
General Pershing, a great American and a
great commander, as chief of staff.
Besides, "Black Jack” Pershing is by no
means old enough to go on the retired list',
no matter what the Act of June 30, 1882,
may say about it.
No Place for Partisanslnfa
THE Democratic leader of the House,
Representative Finis J. Garrett, scores
for his party in Congress when he
declares, touching the matter of income
tax reductions, that it will co-operate
‘‘whole-heartedly with members of the oppo
site faith, whether the standpat or progres
sive faction, with the sole object of promot
ing the public good.” Regardless of the
fact that Republicans refused to support tax
reform when it was a Wilson policy in 1919-
20, the Democrats of today, says Mr. Gat
rett, "will pursue at every stage and upon
every important question a sound, construc
tive course.”
This should silence once for all the ru
mor that they will play an obstructionist
role. .If some within Democratic ranks are
so inclined, they do not represent their party’s
prevailing opinion any more than they do its
true interests. Partisanship has no rightful
place in a question involving so much for
the country’s common good as does tax re»
form. Secretary Mellon, of the Treasury,
has proposed certan revisions, which, in
principle at least, are sound, and which look
to a lightening of the burden, as well as a
quickening of the prosperity, of the rank
and file. To aid in achieving those ends
will be the part of wise Democracy and of
good Americanism.
MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irvin S. Cobb
In a certain southern town resided a large
coal-black person of the female se :, who
was a master cook in a community of good i
cooks, but who, by reason of accosional in- I
diligences in gin, was subject to outbursts t
of violent temper, which militated against j
her holding a steady job.
On one of these occasions, after having
w’ords with a white lady in whose employ
she had been for a couple of weeks, she
seized a butcher knife from the kitchen
table and, armed with this, chased her mis
tress to an upper floor of the home where
the beleagered lady remained behind locked
doors for some hours, until assistance ar
rived in the person of her husband.
A few weeks later a neighboring family
found itself without a cook and in the
emergency hired the blacy woman, though
aware of her proneness to go on the ram
page -when irritated. On her first morning
in the new position the head of the house,
a lawyer by profession, called the cook into
the dining-room where he sat at breakfast:
“Mandy,” he said, “I’d like to have a lit
tle understanding with you. I'm the quickest
person to take a hint that you ever saw. Any
time a feeling should come over you that
you'd like me to go upstairs and stay there
awhile, a word from you will be amply suf
ficient. You need not feel called upon to
reach for the butcherknife. I’ll be gone long
before you get it!”
ABE MARTIN SAYS
If “taxpayer” got paid for his newspaper
articles he wouldn’t have t’ worry about
taxes. College girls’ feet hain’t gittin’ big
ger, they're only givin’ ’em more rope.
(Copyright, 1923.)
FLOWING GOLD
BY REX BEACH
CHAPTER XXVIII
A Bank Changes Hands
rp WO callers were awaiting Gray when,
late that afternoon, he mounted the
stairs to his office—Tom Parker and
Judge Halloran —and something in their
formal, awkward greeting sent a quick chill
of alarm through him.
The two old men were talking, one lamely
supplementing the other's efforts to lead up
to the object of their visit. Gray turned a
set face to Tom Parker finally, and inter
rupted by saying:
| “Permit me to ease your embarrassment,
sir. You object to my attentions to your
daughter. Is that it?” Tom dropped his
eyes and mumbled an uncomfortable affirma
tive. “Not, 1 hope, because you question the
nature of my intentions?”
“Oh, no!'
"I'd say yes and no to that,” Halloran
declared, argumentatively. “Tom and I are
gentlemen of the old school; we live by the
code and ‘Bob’ is our joint property, in a
way. Any man who aspires to the honor
of—well, of even paying attentions to that
girl must stand the acid test. There must
be no blot upon his ’scutcheon.”
“You imply, then, that there is a blot
upon mine?”
Tom Parker stirred; irritably he broke
cut, “I'm damned if I think you did it!”
“Did what?”
Tom remained silent, but when his com
panion drew a deep, preparatory breath, Gray
lifted a hand. He rose nervously and in a
changed tone continued:
“Again let me speak for you and shorten
our mutual distress. First, however, I must
make my own position plain. I—love your
daughter, Mr. Parker.” The declaration
came at great‘cost, the speaker turned away
to hide his emotion. “I think—l hope she
is not indifferent to me. 1 would give my
life to marry her and. God willing, I shall.
So much for that.” He swung himself about
and met the eyes of first one man, then the
other. Harshly, defiantly, he added: “Under
stand me, nothing you can do, nothing on
earth—nothing in heaven or in hell, for that
matter—will stop me from telling her about
my love, when the time comes. Now then,
Henry Nelson has told you that I was—that
I was sent back from overseas In disgrace.
You want to know if he spoke the truth. He
did!”
After a moment of silence Judge Halloran
said, with stiff finality: "Under the circum
stances there is nothing more to talk about.
You amaze me when you say—”
‘‘Perhaps you’ll understand when I say
that I propose to clear myself.”
"How? When?”
"Soon, I hope.”
"And in the meantime?”
Gray considered'this question briefly. "In
the meantime—if you will agree to say noth
ing to ‘Bob,’ I will promise not to declare
my feelings, not to see her alone.”
“That's a go,” said the father.
Without further ado, the two men left.
The Nelsons’ bank was known as the Se
curity National, and it represented the life
work of two generations of the family.
Bell’s father had founded it, in the eariy
cattle days, but to the genius and industry
of Bell himself had been due its growth into
one of the influential institutions of the
state.- Other banks had finer quarters, but
none in this part of the country had a more
solid standing nor more powerful names'
upon its directorate. Bennett Swope, for in
stance, ■ was the richest of the big cattle
barons; Martin Murphy was known as the
Arkansas hardwood king, and Herman Gage
owned and operated a chain of department
stores! The other two—there were but sev
en, including Bell and his son—were north
ern capitalists who took no very active in
terest in the bank and almost never attend
ed its meetings. For that matter, the three
local men above named concerned them
selves little with the actual running of the
institution, for the Nelsons, who owned nine
tenths of the stock, were supreme in that
sphere. It was only at annual meetings when
directors were re-elected—and invariably
they succeeded themselves—that they fore
gathered to conduct the dull routine business
which is a part of all annual meetings.
In spite of the fact that the program this
year was as thoroughly cut and dried as
usual, the day of the meeting found both
father and son decidedly nervous, .for there
were certain questions of management and of
policy which they did not wish to touch
upon, and their nervousness manifested it
self in an assumption of friendliness and
good fellowship quite unusual.
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Q. M hat is the difference between red
pepper and cayenne pepper? O. J. G.
A. Red pepper Is the powdered ripe pod,
both flesh and seeds, of any variety of capsi
cum, the plant which gives us the edible
fresh pepper, but which bears no relation to
the true pepper plant. Cayenne pepper is,
by ruling of the board of food and drug in
spection of 1906, distinguished from red pep
per as being obtained only from small fruit
ed varieties of capsicum.
Q. Can cotton stalks be used in the manu
facture of paper? R. T.
A. Cotton stalks are not used for the pro
duction of paper. Considerable experimenta
tion in regard to the use of this material
has been carried on, but without success
commercially.
Q. How many rooms are in the Senate and
House office buildings? C. L.
A. There are 410 rooms in the House
office building, which is south of the cap
ital, and ninety-nine rooms in the Senate of
fice building, which is north of the capitol.
Q. In what battle was the artillery fire
heaviest? H. A. C.
A. In tKe Battle of St. Mihiel the artillery
fired more than 1,000,000 shells in four
hours. This is the most intense concentration
ot artillery fire in history.
Q. M hat was the name and nationality of
C E ll^ 1 Wh ° discovered the Heaviside layer!
A. The Heaviside layer, that is, the layer
of ironized air in the upper atmosphere was
first described by Arthur W. Heaviside, a
Biitish scientist, who was experimenting
with Sir William Preece in 1 8 92, with paral
lel telegraph lines.
Q. Are there any ruins to substantiate the
story of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?
A. All that is known of these wonderful
gardens is what is stated in a few sentences
by ancient writers, dealing largely with tra
flition.
Q- May a search warrant be issued for the
search of a private dwelling under the na
tional prohibition act? P. D.
A. This can not be done unless the dwell
ing is being used for the unlawful sale of
intoxicating liquor, or unless it is used in
part for some business purpose such as a
store, shop, saloon, restaurant, h’otel, or
boarding house.
Q. What is the meaning of the phrase,
“Obdarmivit im Christo?” M. I. J.
A. This is the Latin version of “Asleep
in Christ.’’ i
CONGRESS STARTS WITH A ROW
OUT in the northwestern states there is
much unrest and disputation. It be
gun in war time. Senator La Follette,
of Wisconsin, wag put under fire as a pacifist,
and for a while it looked as if they would
court him in congress, if not in the courts
of Wisconsin.
But he waded through his difficulties. And
while he was reaching the shore of safety he
began to say things about the way the United
‘States government was run, and how the
big interests had gotten a strangle-hold on
the plain etc., and what the common
people could do to preserve civil government
by the people. The louder he talked the
more intently they listened.
They had less and less use for foreign wars
when their sons were drafted to carry them
on. The profiteers made big money, etc.
Thus the argument prevailed until Bob
La Follette grew bigger and more important
in the estimation of his listeners, and Wis
consin was placed on the map as La Follette
country. The change crawled over into Min
nesota and Michigan, and a good’ many new
people appeared in the house of representa
tives, and a few in the senate.
When congress convened last Monday the
votes of Wisconsin blocked the speakership
game. For two days and nights there was
no speaker. La Follette's gang held it off.
It is apparent that the game can be contin
ued indefinitely. The storm signal will lie
kept flying. A worse blockade occurred in
the early fifties between Whigs and Demo
crats. The election of speaker was held off
for a month or more. Finally, Hon. Howell
Cobb, of Georgia, won the speakership.
It is not an occurrence of frequent men
tion, but it does happen in perilous times.
The Whigs lost out, then the War of Seces
sion destroyed what was left of the old Whig
party.
The schism in the Republican party may
get deeper and wider, and may mark the be
ginning of the end. In the west it looks like
a third party may loom up. And there may
be enough discordant elements in various
states to make a national party, pledged
against Catholics, Jews, foreigners ard ne
groes. Such a third party can cripple and
possibly divide the solid south.
When Mayfield, the Texas senator’s case
comes up in Washington City there will be
something doing on this line. The country
is waiting'the denouement with particular
interest.
Before the Civil war, when we lived on
our plantation, great numbers of mules,
horses, cows and hogs were driven through
Tennessee by Kentuckians and Missourians,
by men mounted on horses, and distributed
throughout middle and lower Georgia.
It was generally a peaceful expedition, and
always an interesting sight to me, in my early
prime. One day I saw a big drove of horses
go down the road towards Cartersville—big,
fine horses—in good order. They had hardly
time to reach Cartersville \y>hen the leaders
saw a big freight train with a noisy engine
pull into town. It was possible this particu
lar drove ne.ver had encountered a railroad
before. They began to buck and to back, to
turn and to run. The drovers told it after
wards that the horses seemed to go crazy
with fright. They whirled on the main body
and came back our way.
In the short three miles they became a
frantic herd. I could glimpse the road for
nearly a mile. Their feet pounded the earth
and made a regular roar as they came in
sight. They passed our house like every one
was a. race horse and going at record speed.
The drivers were left far in the rear.
We were told later on that they never
slacked speed under six miles. A good many
horses were "winded.” Several died. It
took several days to get the drove in good
shape to start over again.
Why It Rains on the Lake
By Dr. Frank Crane
DID you never wonder why it rains on
the lake?
We are presumed to be under the
direction of a purposeful Providence who
does 'things for reasons. But why should
water be lifted from the seven seas only
to be poured back again upon those already
deeply wet acres?
And why do weeds grow by roadsides and
■superfluity of seeds sprout between corn
rows?
If you were general manager of the uni
verse would you make a million blossoms
to produce a bare thousand apples? Why
this apparent waste in nature, this prodigali
ty of fish-roe and hen's eggs, this teeming
over abundance of summer insects and polar
ice?
When we think it over we are driven to
the conclusion that the smug explanation
of cause and effect, means to end and the
like is to skimp. Nature, God bless her! is
no miser or penny-pinching house-wife, nor
is she a dull chemist.
When she makes a world she makes a
ti’lllion of ’em, of fishes a sea full, of men
myriads, and of rocks, heaped up moiyi
tains.
Her table is like a dinner on the old
farm, with more upon it than the family
can possibly eat.
She is royal, liberal, bounteous, not count
ing what she gives but throwing it and
scattering. (Yet her recklessness is but
seeming, for she re-uses all fragments.) Be
generous then, as God is, for it is written,
"The Lord loveth a hilarious giver.”
We love abundance. We were born into
the world "full of a number of things.” And
perhaps our deepest craving is for the in
finite.
The strongest appeal of the night sky
is the countless stars that crowd it and the
knowledge that each of these is a world
like our own. Something of its vastness
descends upon us as we gaze at it.
We love the forest more than the single
tree, for it is the myriad trees that crowd
our souls with peculiar rest.
There is a joy in being upon the ocean
out of sight of land. It is the measureless
distance, the hugeness of the great water,
that gives to us a message which the river
or lake does not have.
We love the city and that love can be
partially explained by the fact that it is
overflowing with lives.
Great numbers have a peculiar fascina
tion. People like to read about billions and
trillions.
A new-rich family in Cleveland, who were
beginning to put on a lot of airs, hired a
colored girl just arrived from the south
to act as their serving-maid. The mistress
insisted that all meals should be served in
courses. Even when there wasn't very much
to eat it was brought to the table in courses.
At the end of the week the girl threw up
her job. Being pressed for a reason for quit
ting so suddenly, she said:
“I'll tell you, lady—in dis yere house dey’s
too much shifting of de dishes for de few
ness of de vittles!”
On my last visit to Kentucky I heard of
a somewhat similar incident. A colored gin,
having been hired for dining room service,
failed to give satisfaction and was dis
charged.
"I’se glad to go,” she announced. "Yes
sum, I’se downright glad. Dis ain’t no place
fur me. Befo’ now. I alluz has wu’ked furl
de real quality. W’y, you w’ite folks, yere, !
you ain’t even got enough style to pass '
’round de toothpicks w'en you gits th'ough
eatin.’ ”
(Copyright, 192 3.) j
THE COUNTRY HOME
BY MRS. W. H. FELTON
TUESDAY, DECEMBER IS,
As I remember the sight of those mad
dened beasts, scared to madness by fright, I
have an idea that I may compare the rush
of frantic politicians, when they go wild in
congress.
This republic has prospered and endured
longer than any which ever bore th© name.
It has weathered many storms and gained
quiet harbors. But horses will always run,
like horses—and men in political races have
gone nearly to the limit, frantic with sectional
hatred and race antagonisms, as it appears
to me. •
Doubtless if we go under we will start
with a military dictator, or be absorbed by
foreign intrigues and alliances with other
countries,
CIRCUS SHOWS IN THE EARLY TIME
I HAVE been reading about Barnum’s cir
cus and Forepaugh’s circus in early days,
but my earliest view of circus shows ante
dates them both, because Barnum and Fore
paugh traveled by rail, and there were no
railroads in Georgia for a number of years
after I was born. My impression that my
first circus attendance was John Robinson's,
and exactly a wagon affair. Where the pro
cession started from I do not know, but that
veteran showman traveled the principal
southern states, with horses and wagons. I
remember iny father took me to the first one
of the kind, and he and I had a jolly time,
when we went on a lark, always. They had
animals to exhibit, but my concern was with
the clown, the riding actresses and the
music. We attended in the afternoon and
traveled a number of miles in a barouche to
get there. Crowds were immense. The cir
cus was advertised weeks ahead with pictures
galore. In those primitive days it was a tre
mendous sensation. There were only two
performances—afternoon and evening. We
had to drive home after the performance in
the afternoon, and were glad to make it
safely. After we moved to town I saw much
more of the traveling circus shows, and the
sameness became apparent to even such
young people as myself.
I saw one of Barnum’s big circus shows in
Washington City in the middle seventies. He
prepared well for the occasion. Congressmen
and senators could be seen all about and
around.
Barnum was a born showman.
During the full tide of sensations that day
he was pointed out to me, near to us, by
some one who knew him before. He was
entirely engrossed with the exercises going
on in front and he had seen the congressmen
and senators before. They did not seem to
interest him. The bareback riding was mag
nificent. His pictures made him look like a
portly person, but he would really have
passed without particular attention in . the
prime of his business activities as a fairly
well-to-do hustler in plain stores and modest
surroundings. As I watched him I remem
bered he had invited Jenny Lind to America,
th© “Swedish Nightingale.” He offered her
the largest salary any woman had ever ac
cepted up to that time. He pulled off that
stunt admirably.
Even Daniel Webster acclaimed the real
greatness of P. T. Barnum, after Jenny
Lind's success. When you recall conditions
in the south; when circus shows in rural dis
tricts made great sensations, before there
were railroads or telegraphs, and only weekly
newspapers, we can understand their suc
cess, also their money-gathering ability.
Horse racing was the only rival as notable
and exciting. And horse racing was in its
prime in old Georgia—then and later.
A race horse had to run four heats—each
four miles long; and other four heats, six
teen miles in all—to win the money, and a
good many horses did run such races and
great racing prizes.
THE UNIVERSAL QUEST
By H. Addington Bruce
PASCAL once wrote:
“All men seek to be happy; to this
there is no exception. However differ--
ent the means which are employed, they all
tend to this end. The will takes not the least
step except toward this object. 1
"And yet, for so .many years, not a soul,
without faith, has reached the point toward
which all so continually gaze.
"All lament—princes and subjects, nobles
and plebeians, the old and the young, the
strong and the weak, the wise and the ig
norant, the well and the sick —in all coun
tries, times, ages, and conditions.”
Faith—that is in truth the indispensable
to happiness. And it must be a dynamic,
a static faith. It must be a faith impelling
to earnest effort to contribute to the work
ing out of the divine plan for human prog
ress.
A merely static faith —the faith that
would receive without giving, the faith that
deems it enough to recognize the fact of
the divine in the universe —will never
achieve happiness. For such a faith of it
self runs counter to the great purpose
evinced by the altruistic, gregarious, co-op
erative instinct implanted in every human
being.
Most miserable are they who repress and
thwart this instinct. In testimony we have
the voice not of religion alone but of mod
ern science. Your modern scientist whose
special business it is to help back to health
the wearied of mind and the nervously ex
hausted, preaches to all of these in one way
or another, the gospel of self-forgetting ef
fort.
“You will not be well again, you can not
be well again,” is the burden of his preach
ing, “until you learn to think less of your
own well-being and more of the well-being
of others.
"Busy yourself in some task making for
the common good, Jetting it instead of y®ur
self occupy your thoughts. Then the fears
and doubts that now torment you, the fa
tigue that exhausts you, the aches and pains
that plague you, will cease from troubling.
You will have your health again—and you
will be happy.”
What is this, after all, but a repetition
and a validation of old-time religious doc
trine —-aye, and of the doctrine of old-time
philosophers? Recall, if you please, the
words of Seneca:
"No man can live happy who regards
himself alone, who turns everything to his
own advantage. Thou must live for another,
if thou wishes to live for thyself.”
There is the paradox of happiness.
Object of the universal quest, it is gain
able only by those who self-forgettingly labor
to aid others in the gaining of it. Almost'
from the earliest days of man his truth j
has been proclaimed. Will men in general I
ever learn that it is a truth they can dis-j
regard only at the cost of never knowing'
the happiness they crave?
(Copyright, 1923.)
POINTED PARAGRAPHS
You can’t pay a girl a much finer compli
ment than to say she is worth her weight in
turkey.—Duluth Herald.
Safety first. Look out for trains this win
ter while picking up coal along the railroad
tracks. —Petersburg Progress-Index.
HER MONEY
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
What has gone before.—Althea Cros-
■ by inherits a fortune on condition that
j she marry before she is thirty-five. She
falls in love with handsome young Dr.
i Peter Graham and marries him without,
telling him about the condition in ttlt'
■ will. Eventually he hears gossips dis-
■ cussing it and assumes she married him
; to get possession of the fortune. He be
i comes cool and she assumes he married
| her for her money. She becomes very
' jealous of her husband's attentions to.
Mrs. Ruth Williams, a wealthy patient. '
Althea meets Kenneth and his
gayety attracts her.— Now gi on with
the story.
CHAPTER ANN I [
PETER had invited a colleague to dinner,
a physician from she west. In the
course of conversation Dr. Small re- •
ferred to the difficulty a young man must
experience in getting established in a large
city like New York.
“It is hard,” Peter acknowledged, "and
slow. But when one does succeed the re
wards are, I believe, greater than else
where, both as to pecuniary advancement,
j power to do good, and the chance for special
I work not found in smaller places. Our hos
pitals are so well equipped, our opportuiW
! ties for consultation with the greatest <
scientists so arranged that one forgets the
struggle in the joy of what comes after.”
"But the cost of living is so great here
that unless a young man has a bit of the \
wherewithal to care for himself until he be
. comes established I can't understand how *
many of them exist.” Dr. Small answered.
Then with a smile: “Unless they marry wom
en with money.”
“Many of them do,” Althea said dryly.
“They show their good sense in that,” tije
physician returned, still smiling, “for accord
ing to your husband they should soon be in.
a position to not need it and be able to re
turn it. But I am rather old-fashioned. I
believe in marrying for love even if one
doesn’t get on so fast.” „
“You are right,” Peter replied, to Althea's
surprise. "To marry for self-advancemerit
never means happiness.”
He was thinking of Althea, thinking that
she had married him only to get her legacy,
while her.thoughts were upon him. She was
thinking that he had married her only to ad- *
vance himself. Neither had an idea now
that love, real affection, had any part in their
union.
And Peter had realized that marriage to
her hadn't brought happiness even though
it had enabled him to mount the ladder of
independence more quickly. He had just
declared himself.
The conversation changed and the subject
was not. mentioned again, yet it was loiig *
before Althea could dismiss it —Peter’s frank
avowal that marrying for self-advancemerit
never brought happiness.
More and more was Peter giving himself
to his profession. He did not realize the
loneliness of Althea s life in the least be
cause he felt himself unwelcome. She had
many friends, went out a. great deal, enter
tained often, yet she was very lonely,- at
times sad. They were husband and wife
but lived almost as strangers. Save at meals
and an occasional evening spent socially z
with others they were seldom alone.
While Peter hungered for Althea's Jove
yet he had his profession, all the interests it
brpught into his life. And she had—nothing.
Had she been an intellectual woman a
woman interested in clubs, suffrage, anti all
the new ideas at which so many women 1
grasp, she might have been happier. But ex- ♦
cept for her home, seeing that it was per
fectly hept and well managed, she had no '
interests aside from social diversions.
A dangerous situation for a ' woman
young, lovely and seldom escorted by her
husband. ,
Peter had thought Althea might take an
lnlei , es t his plans for the crippled children
Jxt , hosp,tal aft er he had talked to her 1
and NeTl Langford, but he was disappointed. (
M U r« Se xv'n nt ev ® nts ~ Althea's jealousy of
Mrs. Williams, her failure to get rid of Miss '*
Howard—had taken from her all desire t>6 '
do anything in the matter.
If Peter held a hope that by rousing her
’ n, _ ei ’ es t in the children he might also lead 1
LL it show more regard for hi,n he did not i
the on! ’ n . any Way ' He sim P l y mentioned
J L ter «i a, , nn,ent as on sueh a date, adding
hey needed all the help they could get. J
Althea made no response and the affair was
not mentioned again.
In the morning paper Althea read on th# ■
day following the event there w as a lonj •
article pertaining to the affair, giving a list
tl/?HnT Omei l WhO assisted ’’n giving the lit.
tie cnples a happy time. Almost at the too <
10 name of Mrs - George Williams. - >
said hiiTri 6 s ( he would be there!” Althea
wi hp I Fou gave her a chance to be '
with Peter. She could read no further her '
,aF *’ ”" y ° th "
T hat because of her own delicate bov so 1
lately taken from her, Mrs. Williams was
theT 0 of at n ely anX L OIIS tQ do for children, Al
thea of course knew nothing. If she had 1
known she would not have believed M?s
Williams to be single-minded, it was to he •
•Jiven e o^ e her7 aS ’ that She had
oiven of her time and strength to the chil
dren Althea could not help reading the rie-
WHH der .° f the arti de. When she saw Mc-
Williams name in the list of those Xvho had
contributed liberally to help carry on the
work she attributed it to the same cause—
-1 eter, her opportunities to be with him if »'
associated with the hospital.
"I never shall have him—never be hapi-
PJ, Althea soliloquized, the paper in her
hand. Thoughts of Kenneth Moore came t/> '
her unbidden—the admiration in his eyes '
when they rested upon her, his evident
pleasure in her society. Well, why not tak*
his devotion, be as happy as she could, sh»
thought dreamily.
Continued Thursday. Renew your subserfp.
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QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES f
"I wish I could think of something to
keep my husband at home in th© evenings,”- 1
said Mrs. Johnson. .
"Give him a motor car,” suggested Mra» f
Smithson. ,
“He’d be out more than ever.”
"No, indeed. My husband bought one last J
week and the doctor says he won't be out for
six weeks.” *
The doctor on his round of golf was croas- !
ing the field with his small negro caadia,
when the latter opened the conversation !
with:
"Doctor, ain’t you got some shoes up yon- ,
der in yo’ locker you don’t want? I need
some bad.” .■ ; <
"Maybe so,” said the doctor. "What size ,
do you wear?”
“I dunno, sah, ’cause I ain't never bought.
none dat-er-way—l either kin get in ’em, or I
I cain’t.” , > ■
The teacher was examining her class In '
what she considered the rudiments of his- j
tory. t
“You, William,” she exclaimed, pointing to
a. small, freckled-faced boy, “fell me where 1
Elizabeth was crowned queen.”
“On th© head, ma'am,” was the startling
rejoinder.