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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
•
And God said, Let us make man in Our
image, after Our likeness: and let them
have dominion over the fish of the sea, and
over the fowl of the air, and over the cat
tle, and over all the earth, and over every
creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.
So God created man in His own image;
in the image of God created He him;
male and female created He them.—Gen
esis 26, 21.
Panama Canal Profits
UNPRECEDENTED growth has marked
the operations of the Panama canal
during the last fiscal year, both in ton
nagfe and in tolls. According to the report
of Governor Morrow, Issued this week, the
■net tonnage Increased from eleven million
four hundred and seventeen thousand tons
in the twelvemonth ended June 30, 1922, to
eighteen million six nhundred and five thou
sand in the corresponding period which
closed last June; while tolls mounted from
eleven million one hundred and ninety-seven
thousand dollars to seventeen million five
hundred and eight thousand. The net Income
from transit revenue exceeded ten million
dollars, compared -with about three million
four hundred thousand for the year preced
ing. Net gains from auxiliary operations, in
cluding the Panama railroad, amounted to a
million one hundred and forty thousand.
Profits from the canal thus totaled twelve
million sixty-three thousand dollars. All
things considered, this is a surprisinglj- good
return on the four hundred million-dollar
cost of construction and fortification.
One's first inference from the figures
would be that international commerce, in so
far as it moves through the Panama water
way, had undergone a remarkable expan
sion. But the phenomenal increase is set
down to another circumstance—to the devel
opment of oil fields in Southern California,
which has taken Mexico’s place as the chief
source of supply for the eastern seaboard of
th# United States. "The movement of Cali
fornia oil through the canal," says the re
port, "began in October, 1922, and has in
creased with each subsequent month until at
the close of the year (June 30, 1923) oil is
furnishing sixty per cent of the eastbound
cargo, and tanker tonnage in either direction
is approximately as great as all other com
mercial tonnage combined.”
This outstanding traffic, however, should
not be'thought of as minimizing the canal’s
usefulness in other directions. Its service to
world shipping is substantial; its value to
America, beyond measure; and its justifica
tion of the faith of its builders ever multi
plying.
WHILE President Coolidge’s message to
Congress left no doubt touching his
own power of decision and boldness
of conviction on major Issues, it remains to
ba seen what strength of actual leadership
he will develop within hLs party's conten
tious ranks. Will he harmonize the reaction
aries and tne radicals, the conservatives and
the damagogues, the ambitious politicians
who few fighting one another and also con
spiring against him? This Is Indeed a task
for the highest courage joined to the shrewd
est diplomacy.
An impartial and Interesting opinion on the
problem is given by the Journal of Com
merce when it says that Mr. Coolidge can
win the nomination and election "only if he
appears before the country as the head of a
party whose leadership is undisputed." Fur
ther: "He must defeat the insurgents in his
own ranks, no matter whether they be old
guard or progressive, and must show the
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capacity to carry into effect the program out
lined in his message, at.least so far as re
lates to the essential or fundamental Issues.
Lacking success in this endeavor, he will be
forced into somewhat the same position as
President Taft at the time of the latter’s
second candidacy. Should the session of
Congress result merely in a stalemate, with
nothing done, but with an evident growth of
disintegration and lack of control in the
party, his success will be rendered corre
spondingly unlikely. Viewed frdin another
standpoint, this merely means that the Pres
idential campaign is likely to be fought out
in Congress this winter, and a preliminary
judgment made up with respect to it."
It may be too much to expect that the bat
tle will be- altogether lost or won In these
latter days of a retiring Congress; but cer
tainly the events of the session should give
rise to important omens.
Her Vocation
MAKING a home and bringing up a.
family is not a one hundred per cent
job for a woman, says a noted novel
ist. And the novelist is a woman; a woman,
unfortunately, who has fallen into the error
of believing that the making of a home and
the bringing up of a family is a woman’s
avocation, rather than her vocation; and
that, before the life of the family, there
comes first the woman’s own life.
Avocation Is a strange word to apply to
motherhood and wifehood; to apply to those
relationships on which is builded not only
the life of the individual, but the life of a
nation.
Perhaps this is the cause of the discontent
of the women in the home —those who have
no typewrite!*, no boss, no secretary. They
have been, made to think, by just such
thoughtless expressions as that of the woman
novelist, that the work they are doing is
not the work which should be of primary
importance, but is, rather, the secondary
duty of the emancipated woman.
How foolish such a belief really appears is
manifest at once when one considers a single
home which is made up of more than elec
trical toasters and sweepers. When, such a
home, a real home, is considered, how in
significant seems all the other duties of the
world in comparison to the accomplishment
of that woman who has made the home!
And where, in the professions, in the of
fices or factories or stores is there any job
comparable to that undertaken by the woman
who is the center of her home, and about
whom the life of a real family radiates?
QUIZ
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Q. Please give some information about the
Sailors’ Snug Harbor on Staten Island. H.
W. Y.
A. Sailors’ Snug Harbor, the home for ol,d
and disabled seamen, was planned by Captain
Thomas "Randall and founded by his son,
Robert Richard Randall. He bequeathed his
farm, known as Minto farm, lying just south
of Union Square, Manhattan, for the pur
pose. The will was prepared by Alexander
Hamilton and Daniel D. Thompkins, and
Governor DeWitt Clinton helped to secure
the charter. The home was founded in 18C1,
though the cornerstone was not laid until
1831; the first building was opened in 1 833.
Q. How many years before Christ did King
Solomon reign? S. L. C.
A. The exact date of the death
of Solomon is a controversial subject. He
was born between 1033 and 1093 B. C. and
died between 830 and 920 B. C. He ascend
ed the throne probably between twelve and
fourteen years of age and reigned forty
years.
Q. Where are the highest waterfalls in the
world? M. M.
A. Victoria Falls, on the Zambesi river, in
Rhodesia, South Africa, are the highest falls
in the world. They fall from a height of
over 400 feet. Livingstone, the great Afri
can explorer, was the first European to see
these falls, which he discovered in 1855. The
Grands Falls in Labrador are probly the
highest falls in North America. They drop
from a height of about 325 feet.
MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irvin S. Cobb
Two Eastsiders strayed far off their cus
tomary beat. The middle of the afternoon
found them in one of the fashionable side
streets, just off Fifth avenue. They were
tired and flungry, too; it had been a long
time since breakfast and their business,
whatever it was, which had brought them so
far uptown, had kept them from lunch.
They saw the entrance to a smart res
taurant much frequented by what in the me
tropolis are known as tea hounds. They en
tered; but immediately the surroundings
abashed them. There was so much of mag
nificence on view; an orchestra was playing;
smartly dressed couples were dancing in an
open space; the waiters were superior-look
ing persons in clean shirts.
"Ike,” said one of the aliens, “dis ain’t
our kinder place—we gotta go slow and not
make no breaks. Leave us slip into a coupla
seats at a side table an’ see what the rest
of these guys is takin’ before we gives 'our
order.”
To Ike the idea seemed a good one. They
sought out a comparatively quiet corner and
made themselves small and inconspicuous.
But. their ears and their eyes were busy.
Two slick-haired youths of the lounge liz
ard type sank gracefully down at a nearby
table.
"Well, old top,” said one in an affected
English accent, "what shall it be?”
"I have it,” said his companion brightly,
after a moment’s thought; "we'll split a
bottle of White Rock.”
The eavesdroppers made a mental note.
Next another pair of dancing men dropped
into their immediate vicinity. After an al
most affectionate argument these two agreed
to split a pot of tea. But one of them must
have felt like being extravagant.
"Tell you what,” he added, "suppose, old
dear, that besides splitting the tea we cut
up an order of toast between us?”
At the adjoining table Louie straightened
himself. He had the cue to a proper mode
of procedure now.
"Ike,” he said, "I’m onto de curves of
dis dupip now. I’ll tear a. wid you!”
(Copyright, 1923.)
«■ FLOWING GOLD ■
BY REX BEACH
CHAPTER XNVIIT—CONTI NLED
SENATOR LOWE, the bank's attorney
and secretary, was arranging his minute
books, his reports and his miscellaneous
papers, Martin Murphy was telling his latest
story, when a knock came at the door to the
directors’ room. Bell himself answered it,
but his protest at the interruption died upon
his lips when he beheld Calvin Gray, Gus
Briskow, and the latter’s son, Ozark, facing
him.
Gray spoke sharply, and his words fell
with the effect of a bomb, at least upon Bell
and Henry, for what he said was: "We are
attending this meeting as stockholders, and
we came early to enable the secretary to re
cord the necessary transfer of our shares.”
Disregarding the president’s gasp of as
tonishment, the speaker pushed past him and
entered, then introduced himself and his
companions to the other men present.
Henry Nelson .experienced a sick moment
of dizziness; the room grew black before his
eyes. It was Bell who broke out, harshly:
"Stockholders? Where did you get any
stock in this bank, I’d like to know?”
"We bought it. Picked it up here and
there—” ,
"I don’t believe it!” Bell glared at the
speaker, then he turned his eyes upon Swope,
upon Murphy, upon Gage. "Did any of you
sell out?”
“We don’t own enough to make it -worth
while,” Swope said, dryly. Murphy and Gage
agreed. Bell’s pecular display of emotion
surprised them; they exchanged glances. "I
thought there wasn’t any stock outside of
what’s owned by our group. W hut's the
idea?”
Gray answered easily. "There is now a
considerable amount outside of that. A very
considerable amount.”
Henry Nelson made himself audible for
the first time, and sneered angrily. ."Quite
theatric, Gray, this eleventh-hour move.
How much have you got?” What’s your ob
ject? In spite of himself his voice shook.
"My object is purely selfish.” Gray’s tone
was equally unpleasant. He had expected to
create a sensation, and he was not disap
pointed. "Mr. Briskow and his son are look
ing for a secure investment, and I have con
vinced them of the soundness of your institu
tion. My operations make, it necessary for me
to establish a close banking affiliation—one
where I can ask for and receive considera
tion”—his mockery was now unmistakable —
“so where should I turn, except to my
friends? I assume you make no objection to
the stock transfer? Very well,” He drew
from his pocket a bundle of shares and tossed
them across the table to Senator Lowe.
Henry made liis way to his father’s side;
they withdrew to a corner and bent their
heads together, murmuring inaudibly, Gray
watched them with unblinking intensity; he
nodded to Buddy Briskow, and the latter, as
if heeding some prearranged signal, removed
his hands from his pocket and stepped far
ther into the room. He, too, watched the
agitated pair.
“Why—look here!” the secretary gasped,
after a moment of two. “This —this gives
you control!”
Bell Nelson raised a stricken face. "Con
trol?” he repeated, faintly. “Control?” He
strode to the end of the tabled and with shak
ing hands he ran through the sheaf of neat
ly folded certificates. “Sold out, by God!”
He fell to cursing certain men, the names of
whom caused Swope and Murphy and Gage to
prick up their ears.
Gray was still staring at the junior Nelson;
it was to him more than to the father
he spoke; “Sold out is right! It came high,
but I think it was worth the price. We intend
to vote our stock.”
"By that 1 infer that you're going to take
the bank over—take its management away
from Bell and Henry?” Bennett Swope ven
tured.
"Naturally.”
The elder Nelson voiced an unintelligible
exclamation.
“That’s a pretty rough deal. Bell has put
his life into it. It is an—an institution, a
credit to the community. It would be a mis
fortune if it fell into the hands of—into the
control of somebody who—” The ranch
man hesitated, then blurted forth, angrily:
“Well, I don’t like the look of this thing. I
want to know what it means.”
“I'll tell you.” Henry cried, unevenly.
“I’ll tell you -what it means. Persecution!
Revenge! Hatred! I quarreled with this
man, in France.. He’s vindictive; he followed
me here—tried every way to ruin me—cost
me thousands, hundreds of thousands of dol
lars. Father and I were—we were pinched.
We had to realize some quick money to pro
tect our oil holdings—offsets and the like—
and we sold a lot of our stock with the under
standing that we could—that we would buy
it back at a higher figure. We only bor
rowed on it, you might say—hypothecated
it. We thought we were dealing with friends,
but Friends! My God!” The speaker
seized his head.
“The stock was not hypothecated. You
sold it.” Gray said, quietly, “and we bought
it in.”
"Is that true, Mr. Gray?” Swope inquired.
"Substantially. But I’m waiting for Colonel
Nelson to tell you more; to tell you the whole
story of our antagonism.”
Martin Murphy, who had been a silent
onlooker up to this point, made himself
heard. "Mr. Gray, I don’t like the looks of
this any better than Swope ooes. You say
you paid high for your stock; do you intend
to wreck the institution, lose a for
tune ?”
“I had ventured to hope that you three
gentlemen would remain on the board.”
“He doesn’t want the bank,” Henry Nelson
exclaimed, hoarsely. “That’s all a bluff. He
wants his price. How much, Gray? What’ll
it cost us?”
“Oh, there is a price for everything! Mine
will surprise you, however, it is so low.
Can’t you guess what it is?” The speaker’s
intent gaze had never left Henry Nelson's
face; it was fixed there now, as cold, as
relentless as the stdre of a python.
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’ PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS
An experienced wife is one who can tell
whether her husband is being dignified or
pouting;—Baltimore Evening Sun.
A true "mystery car” is one that’s such
a heap of junk that you can't understand
what makes it keep running.—El Faso
Herald.
While all the girls who patronize the beau
ty shops are content if they get a permanent
wave, an exchange remarks that most men
are perfectly satisfied if they only get per
manent hair. —Portland (Ore.) Journal.
MUSINGS OF ABE MARTIN
We like t’ git Christmas cards, fer if we
jest feel sure our friends are thinkin’ of us
we'll gladly buy our own loungin’ robes an’
safety razors. ’Bout th’ only real, safe way t’
fool with wheat is t’ go in th’ bakin’ busi
ness,”
(Copyright, 1923.)
SENSELESS AND SINFUL SENSATION- I
ALISM
A NEWS dispatch from New York, which i
appeared recently, read as follows:
“Tom-toms thundered and great I
bowls of incense sent a gray film of smoke
through the rainbow-tinted church, while the
rector, Rev. Norman Guthrie, invoked the
gods of the Indians. Weird Indian music
was played and cabalistic accompaniments
were used to interpret Indian dances. The j
church was St. Mark’s in the Bouwerie. The
service was started by the invocation of the j
Holy visions from Hako. Then came a re
sponsive reading from an Omaha ritual, fol
lowed by a choir-anthem from the Pawnee
ceremony in which the thin wail of an In
dian chant conjured up campfire rites.”
When the church, in which this profane
performance was exhibited, was dedicated, a
prayer was made in which this pious petition
was made: “Vouchsafe, O Lord, to be pres
ent with us, who are here gathered together
with all humility and readiness of heart, to
consecrate this place to the honor of thy
great Name; separating it henceforth from
all unhallowed, ordinary and common uses,
and dedicating it to thy service, for reading
thy holy Word, for celebrating thy holy Sac
rament, for offerings to thy glorious Majesty
the sacrifices of prayer and thanksgiving, for
blessing thy people in thy Name, and for
all otiher holy purposes.”
The pagan spectacle, described in the press
dispatch quoted, was the nullification of this
prayer of consecration and the negation of
every part of the ritual of the Episcopal
Church for the dedication of chapels and
churches. It was a perverse and impious
use of the building in which it was produced,
and it was utterly foreign and antagonistic
to the holy uses to which the house had been
solemnly set apart. Sensible and devout peo
ple everywhere, who read the account of the
performance, will deplore and condemn it as
a gross profanation of a place of worship.
Unfortunately it does not stand alone, al
though it is a peculiar type of the profana
tion of churches which in various forms is
all t-oo prevalent in our day. Many others
,do what is essentially the same thing, al
though they do it in different -ways.
'There has entered the minds of many, In
cluding not a few ministers, a false concep- I
tion of the nature of the church and, by j
consequence, they hold erroneous notions I
concerning the methods which are fitting for
promoting its success. The idea common to |
many such persons is that the church does i
not differ much from a commercial enterprise
or a fraternal order.
PHYSICAL EDUCATION —By Dr. Frank Crane
1' EDUCATION is a large word. It ought |
to cover the whole training of the
child.
In our present school system our chief in
heritance is the idea of merely training the
mind (it might be more accurate to say the
memory), for the most important part of the
mind’s functioning, the business of thinking,
judging, and of exercising the creative imag-'
ination, does not yet receive sufficient em-1
phasis.
There are other needs in education. A
child needs to be trained to exercise and
strengthen his inhibitions, which is the sub- ;
stance of what We mean when we speak of !
morality.
He should be trained to work: that is, he |
should be able to do some skillful and useful ,
labor for which the world is willing to pay !
him money. That is the one kind of effort '
that is worthy to be called labor. .
But most of all he needs a trained body. ’
We cannot get away from the fact that j
we are fundamentally animals, that our.gen
eral efficiency as well as our happiness de
pends largely upon the perfection of our !
bodies.
The so-called athletics in schools and col
leges are far from being the kind of training |
children need. What they really need is to !
know how to eat and drink and exercise in j
such away as -to make their bodies sound ;
and strong. «This is as much a science as
arithmetic is. It has its laws, which the ;
teacher ought to know.
John R. Quinn, national commander of the
American Legion, says that in spite of the
thirty-two state laws which in greater or less ‘
MACHINE INDUSTRY
By H. Addington Bruce
EVER since the invention of the steam
engine changed the industrial system
from one of cottage to factory pro
duction, there has been an outcry against
machine industrialism in its effect on the
lives of the workers. In especial it has been
charged that machinery has robbed the work
of one of life’s greatest satisfactions, the
consciousness of creative activity.
With the passage of time and the multi
plying of inventions permitted ever greater
specialization of labor, this charge has been
intensified. Today it is vehemently alleged
that the factory system has become positive
ly “soul killing” in the monotony of the rou
tine imposed on all who labor at machines.
And unquestionably it is not good for
man to be obliged, day after day, to do
wholly mechanical tasts, and those tasks of
a narrowly limited sort —as in the shaping
of heels for shoes, or the making of some
small part of an automobile. Unquestion
ably this sort of thing is not merely mo
notonous but impels to depression and dis
content, through its blocking of the urge to
a satisfying self-expression.
Yet it is too generally forgotten that with
the increasing application of machinery to
industry there has been a progressive short
ening of the working days Except in partic
ular industries men no longer have to toil
long hours daily. The great mass of work
ers have more leisure—more time to them
selves—than in the days of cottage produc
tion.
As one English commentator on tire fac
tory system has truly said:
“When the worker’s trick at his machine
is over he is free. He need carry no burden
of responsibility home with him. He has
fairly earned his leisure, and can employ it
how ho will.”
If he employ it unwisely, if he regard it
as simply so much time to be "killed”
pending his return to his machine, then in
deed the gaining of increased leisure at the
cost of purely mechanical, uninspiring labor
will avail him nothing. But what if he use
some part of his larger leisure for the pur
suit of a hobby which will give him the sat
isfaction his routine work fails to give?
That, in a few words, is the one sure "way
out” for the machine worker.
He cannot emancipate himself by the
wholesale smashing of machinery and a com
pulsory re-establishing of the cottage system.
This is manifestly impossible, and even were
it possible all society, including the worker
himself, would suffer incalculably as a result
of diminished output and consequent rise in
the cost of living.
No, machinery is here to stay, and to
play an ever greater part in the life of the
world. The problem is not its abolition but
its mitigation, and machinery itself holds the
solution of this problem in the increased
leisure it provides.
Enlightened labor leaders as well as en
lightened employers appreciate this.
More and more emphatically the gospel of
the wise use of leisure Is being preached by
- OLD-TIME RELIGION,
BY BISHOP W. A. CANDLER
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 20,
Hence, there is a mania for drawing
crowds into the house of God by any and all
methods, both proper and improper. A de
mand is widespread for "preachers who can
draw” and for "attractive programs.” Sen
sational sermonizing and forms of unwor
shipful music are employed to collect crowds,
special appeals being made to catch the ears
of whimsical and worldly "young people.”
Shows are offered to substitute as nearly as
| possible on Sundays the scenes enacted in
the theaters and playhouses on week-days.
The churches and preachers who adopt these
meretricious methods are in the market place
piping for dancers and lamenting for mourn
ers, —doing anything in fact to get gaping
crowds to patronize them. Worshiping con
gregations are thereby displaced to make
way for aggregations of wonder-mongers and
seekers of sensationalism.
But pray tell us what is the use of draw
ing people into the churches, if what is said
and done before them in the churches de
feats the only object for which the churches
exist? Is it possible that the desire to se
cure money to maintain the profaned estab
lishments, and to pay the salaries of the pul
pit talkers (miscalled preachers) who serve
them, is the motive from which these evil
proceedings arise? If so, what shall be said
of reducing a church of God, founded for
seeking and saving the lost, to the level of
a caterer or an entertainer seeking profitable
customers?
Does the Lord Jesus Christ, who drove
the traders and money-changers ' from the
Temple of Jerusalem, look with less indigna
tion upon, such things in places of worship
today?
Let us recall the significant record of that
introspective incident: "And the Jews’ pass
over was at hand, and Jesus went up to Je
rusalem, and found in the Temple those that
sold oxen and sheep and doves, and the
changers of money sitting; and when he had
made a scourge of small cords’, he drove
them all out of the Temple, and the sheep
and the oxen; and poured out the changers’
money; and said unto them who sold doves,
take these things hence; make not my Fa
ther's house an house of merchandise.” (John
ii:,13.) Conscience-smitten the traders fled
■ before the denunciation of one who seemed
■ to them no more than a presumptuous young
; man, without authority over the holy place.
' Their consciousness of profane covetousness
i made them cowards before Him. But while
j the Temple was cleansed, it was not so with
the foul brood who had been nesting in it.
; The traders were cowed, but not cured.
degree stipulate local provision for physical
education, yet the facts are that today not
more than 12 per cent of the school children
of the nation are receiving this fundamental
training.
There is an emphatic necessity that the
federal government act promptly and intelli
gently to co-operate with the states to pro
mote physical educaion.
In the recent war more than a million re
cruits, in the prime of life, were found not
qualified for full military service and many
of tnese men were obliged to spend weeks in
training camps in order to get the prelim
inary physical training.
There should be some comprehensive na
tional scheme of physical culture not only
for the purpose ,of efficiency but of national
defense.
The real walls that protect a nation are
the flesh and blood of its manhood.
The American Legion is wisely urging
congress to determine the method of attack
ing this problem. This organization suggests
the following steps to be taken:
First: Every schoolroom teacher should
be trained so that she can give proper physi
cal culture. v.
Second: A sufficient number of special
teachers in physical education should be sup
plied to supervise this ,work.
Third: Adequate indoor and outdoor space
and simple equipment should be supplied.
Besides this the federal government should
aid the states by making available the best
up-to-date information and advice upon the
subject.
(Copyright, 192 3.)
HELP SANTA CLAUS NOW!
Rural mail carriers are now helping play
the part of Santa Claus throughout the Unit
ed States. They enjoy this work almost as
’ well as the parents and friends who send
- | their gifts through the mails. Especially do
' the carriers enjoy taking the gifts to the
1 children, for they are never slow to show
■ their pleasure in receiving them. The joy of
! helping make others happy repays the car
rier for the great amount of extra work
■which he always has at Christmas time.
However, there are two things which make
the rural carrier, and every one acquainted
with the facts, heart sick at Christmas
time. These two things are:
■ 1 1. Delivering DAMAGED parcels, contaln-
! ing broken toys, etc.
‘ i 2. Delivering Christmas parcels a week or
i i more AFTER Christmas.
That is why local papers and government
. j bulletins have carried articles headed: “Shop
JNow!” “Mail Now!” and “Wrap and Ad-
i dress Properly.” “Now” is right, with the ac
i cent on the “NOW.” Tomdritew may be too
: late. Christmas mail is less prompt than
other mail because the mails are crowded to
' , capacity.
Please help us play the part of Santa, by
! keeping this outline in mind:
1 (1) Mail Now.
■I (2) Wrap, Tie and Address Parcels Prop
erly.
(a) strong boxes, such as corrugated
■' cardboard.
(b) Pack articles securely In box, so they
will not jostle around in box or be easily
crushed.
i (a) Use strong boxes, such as corrugated
' stronger the better.
(d) Tie with heavy twine, strong enough
to lift package.
; (e) Address plainly with ink or type, giv-
ing street address or house number, post
office box, or rural route. (Even though you
may think unnecessary.)
(f) Put your own return address In the
upper left hand corner of the top of package,
and of the person who is to receive it in the
same relative position which these addresses
occupy on a properly address letter.
Two reasons for this:
1. So your present may arrive on time.
2. So that It may not be damaged.
Please help the carriers to help you.
GARL B. COLLINS,
National Federation Rural Letter Carriers.
Huntington, Ind.
both labor leaders and employers of labor.
•; More and more numerously are fouiid agen-
■ cies—such as university extension systems,
literary societies, community theaters, recre
, ation associations—whose specific aim is to
I aid workers to use their leisure more wisely
, ! than in a sheer killing of time.
So that the outlook for the future is
, j brighter than social pessimists depict it. Al
ready the responsibility of the worker to the
I educational and recreational movement in his !
. behalf is such that it may confidently be pre- ,
| dieted the factory system will never become i
’ the juggernaut it already seems tQ some.
. (Copyright, 1923.) '
HER MONEY aw ''
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
What has gone before.—Althea Cros- £
by inherits a fortune on condition that
she marry before she is thirty-five. She fri
falls in loye with handsome young
Dr. Peter Graham and marries him.'"?
without telling him about the condition $
in the will. Eventually he hears gossips .w
discussing it and assumes she married, JgL
him to get possession of the
He becomes cool and she assumes he
married her for her money. Sh< ’W.
becomes very jealous of her hus-fL
band’s attentions to Mrs. Ruth Wil-«|
liams, a wealthy patient. Althea meets‘lu
Kenneth Moore and his gaiety attracts
her.—Now go on with the story. ,;d
CHAPTER XXXIII
AN idea neither new nor original had
come to Althea; the same idea that
had been the undoing of many younjt
wives—she would accept Moore’s attention#
more freely, more openly. Perhaps if Peter
saw that she was admired, was sought after
by others he might become jealous, might
learn to care. She would be as gay and live
ly as possible; she would make herself at
tractive, not only to Moore but to other
men of their acquaintance.
On the heels of her thought Moore was
announced. She received him with unusual
animation, hoping in a childlike way that
Peter would come in while he was there.
But soon she forgot to listen for Peter,
so interested was she in her companion.
Moore talked well and brightly, occasionally
telling her how charming she looked or
deftly paying other compliments.
It was so easy to please Moore, so hard
to be natural with Peter, that suddenly her
intimacy with Moore took on a new delight.
Almost, she felt, that she could be happy
with him, that! she could lay Peter aside
as a child lays down its old toy when a
new one is at hand.
She saw by the way the color came and
went in Moore’s face, by the blaze in his
eyes, that he would put into words all h#
had been telling her in other ways for
months if she discarded her inhibition of
manner that had so far held him in check.
Should she? Not fully, but to a certain
extent?
The temptation to bind this fascinating
man to her was great. The temptation to
show Peter she was admired, even loved,
was greater. She became aware suddenly
that she wanted to hurt Peter, make him
feel some of the pain that so often had rack
ed her.
Moore called a few days afterward.
"I am so fortunate to find you,” he said
with his winning smile-. "Where’s the doc
tor?”
“Where would he be but with his pa
tients or at the hospital?” Althea answered
with a laugh. "He’s too busy to have any
time for so uninteresting a creature as a
wife.”
"And such a wife!” He bent and kissed
her hands, first one and then the other,
with lingering lips. It was his first cares#
and It brought the color in a flood to Al
thea’s cheeks. She had a curious sense of
having expected it, and yet not having ex
pected it.
Emboldened, Moore said more than ever
before. He told here how he looked forward
to the hours spent with her. And all th#
time restrained but half-laughing, her words
meant more and more to him—and she knew
it.
When he rose to go she did not try to
detain him.
Alone, her mind was curiously divided.;
Half seemed to bask in the light of appre
ciation when she thought of Moore; the,
other half in cold gray shadow held
image of Petep, her husband.
Moore seemingly possessed all of 'the
qualities that were necessary to a woman's
happiness. At first the qualities that had at
tracted Althea jto Moore had been his looks,
his features, his gayety and air of distinc
tion. Probably, too, that he was sought by
women, hostesses seeking clever bachelors
to give cachet to their functions, helped to
intrigue her.
Moore had told her she was “good to
him.”
Good to him! Grateful because sjie had'
given him a little of her time! Allowed him
to kiss her hands! She had given herself to
Peter —and was he even grateful? She
thought not.
When Peter came in she looked at him
and saw that his face was pal? and drawn.
The light was strong and the gray hair at
his temples showed plainly. At first a wav#
of pity swept over her but It was immediate
ly followed by one of resentment. For years
he had her beside him. hungering for his
love, and for all that time he had treated
her love with a cruel disdain—had Ignored
it. «
"I am free tonight. We will go anywher#’
you like,” he said as he sat down.
"I rdally don’t care to go out, I think,’*
she replied in a low voice. "If you wish tQ
go, go without me. Take someone else.”
"No—l thought you might like to b#
amused, a roof garden, a play. I don’t want
to takq anyone but you!” He spoke savagely,-
"I have had a very amusing afternoon.
Kenneth has been here. I haven’t had a dull,
moment. He is so interesting.” She had said
“Kenneth” i purposely. Never before had she
spoken of him to Peter save as 'Mr.;
Moore.’
"I am glad you have not been dull,” h#'
replied, apparently not noting. But under
his downcast lids his eyes held a world of
pain—and of fear. Was she is love* with.
Moore ?
She had spoken blithely but suddenly #'
gray blankness came over her thoughts; her
unrequited love for Peter made her feel that
nothing, in life was really worth anything
to her. His face repelled her just then. She
wished he would go away and leave her
alone. Then she could think of Moore. Sh#
couldn't with I’eter before her. , /
Continued Saturday. Renew your '~ubscrip»
tion now so as not to miss a chapter of thl#
absorbing story.
**:
QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES:'
Constable—"Jedge, the’ jail ’is party fait,
What shall I do with this here speeder?”
Judge—" Well, send him down to my hous#
and have him speed the lawn mower over my
back yard.”-
_■ ' 'X
Papa (reading the finale of his little girt*#
letter) —“We are all well and happy, llttl#
brother is more sensible than he ever wem
before, and we hope to hear the same from
you.” .♦.
Young Swain—" Are you really quit# hay* ■
py with me, sweetie?” </
The Malden—"Oh, yes, but your brothtf 4
has a much better shave.” .
: ' 'j
Clerk (to lady)—"Besides, there !s
other advantage about these goods, you need
not fear they’ll shrink In the wash, you see, |
it can't be washed at all.”
Pa—“Bln huntin’, eh? How far did ye get
in the woods?”
Bob—" Don’t know ’zackly, but I went
near into the other side.” L
Ta —“No, ye didn't. Ye can only go in as*
far as th» middle, after that yer goln’ out
of ths woods.”