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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Then said He, “Unto what is the king
dom of God like, and whercunto shall I
resemble it? It is like a grain of mustard
.seed, which a man took and cast into his
garden, and it grew and ivaxcd a great
tree; and the foivls of the air lodged in
the branches of it.” And Again he said,
hereunto shall I liken the kingdom of
-God? It is like leaven which a woman
took and hid in three measures of meal
'till the ,whole was leavened.” —The Gos
pel of St. Luke 13:18-21.
Robert E. Lee
A FEW months ago there appeared upon i
the American stage a great drama of '
the South in which the leading char- i
acter was Robert E. Lee. The actor who ■
undertook to portray Lee was a man of j
genius; in stature, in weight, he was almost!
1
a counterpart of the general; his
make-up was a triumph of art and the
words placed In his mouth were manly and
-jsincere. Abroad, and in some sections of
America, the character and the drama were
Kc&epted and praised; but the South rejected
them. Confederate veterans, sons and
daughters of Confederate veterans, yes, and
even the grandsons and granddaughters, rec
ognized the counterfeit. As to the South the
enterprise was a flat failure.
Commenting on this event a Northern
crltfc said, briefly, and with no evident in
tention of speaking an epigram, that the
trouble, the insurmountable difficulty, which
confronted the play, was that every South
erner, old and young, carried in his or her
heart a picture of the real Lee, and that art
could not match it. No finer trib te to any
man, no grander testimonial to faith and
love has ever been recorded.
But there was another difficulty in the
jiath of that drama, which had to do with
psychology. The actor was forced to reduce
his character to the dimensions of living
manhood; to offer him in the form of an
actual man; and from such environment the
mind of the South has long since lifted Rob
ert E. Lee. Ordinary men, even men who
attain fame in our midst, diminish staturo
with the years. Looking down the long per
spectives we find ourselves, often, amazed at
the dwarfing of figures that once appeared
gigantic among those of their generaticu.
How shrunken, how little and futile they
seem; how hollow their eloquence, how
puerile their wit. Time has estimated and
measured them and revealed their true pro
portions. The great, the truly great, are
those who grow larger as the perspective
deepens.
And therein is the problem that no art of
the stage can solve. It is a task for art of
another kind, and the great sculptor, Gutzon
Bcrglum, has that art. Brought to the issue,
his psychology reacted to that of the South,
and he saw the great leader in a perspective
of mountains and of clouds, the figure of a
giant. With an unthinkable skill, with a
vision prophetic and with an energy hardly
conceivable, he has brought back and re
corded in proportions commensurate with na
ture’s mighty environment, the head of the
South’s great chieftain. When today the veil
is drawn aside, it will be as though the clouds
have been parted, that once more we may
look into the eyes of our immortal dead.
In giving first place, without debate, to
Robert E. Lee, we of the South do iot forget
the illustrious men qn whom he relied, and
who Justified his faith in them; but he was
I their inspiration, and the measure of his
stature was the measure they sought to at
tain. The art of the sculptor will comfort
them. No history would be complete as
to their beloved captain which failed to
testify that his faith in them was justified;
TH!? ATL'XTA TRLWLEAIA’ JOURNAL
! no art would be true that did not divide his
: immortality among them. This, too, was
I the unerring vision of Borglum, and hence
1 it is that when the mighty rock has been fin
i ished, Robert E. Lee will be staged among
the actors who, with him, produced the
greatest drama of Americ i history; gigan-
I tic figures on the face of a mighty moun
tain, the only stage that can hold them.
There is a story familiar to the past gen
eration of an old English blacksmith, to
whom was given the task of forging a gl
! gantic ship cable; of how he labored, over it
month after month, with forge and ham
mer, adding link to link; finishing each with
perfect honesty; so that when the work was
done, in all its length there was no flaw.
The time came when the ship that carried
I this chain, its sheet anchor at its end, was
I driven at night in a hurricane toward the
rocks. Anchor after anchor was let go,
only to be torn from their cables, and then
down went the mighty sheet anchor. It
caught and the blacksmith’s cable held. A
cable is no stronger than its weakest link;
this one had no weak link. It held because
of the character of the old smith who was
faithful. When morning came and the sun
rose the good ship floated safe on waters
grown calm.
When the storms of battle left the South
j almost on the fatal rocks, and clouds blotted
' out the stars, it was the character of Robert
IE. Lee that saved her from utter wreck. He
j had won not only the love of his own people,
| but the respect and admiration of their late
enemies. He had signed the parol of a na
tion and not one man of that nation ever
broke the parol. He counseled peace, and
a now Union, and set an example of indus
try, and left the vaporings of fanatics to die
in the proud silence which was his shield
and armor. The South was saved because
Lee was immovable in his grandeur, and the
chain that linked him to the South was
without a flaw.
The sculptor, Borglum, Is above all things
a poet. We have it from him that as he
labored by night and day in the heat of the
sun, in the cold of the blizzard, clinging to
the mountain far up above the tallest pines,
he sensed something going into his work,
more than the image of his model. He sus
pected what the mystery concealed, but
i shrunk from confiding it to the careless
I world. He was in the midst of his great
i >
i dream; around him were the-, men who had
j written the greatest page of history; the
j men who had marched and fought and starved
' for four long years and faced death on
a hundred battlefields, inspired by Lee. He,
the stranger, had caught the contagion of
achievement; he was, among them all, a
Confederate soldier that did not know when
he was whipped. And so in the storm, and
the stress, he labored on by night and by
day, cheering his men to prodigies of vic
tory, sleeping only when his eyes would
not open; eating what his script held. That
which he sensed as going into his work, was
the unconquerable spirit of Lee and his
gray heroes.
And by this we arrive at the supreme
thought, in the mighty Memorial on Stone
Mountain —Lee with his generals, and the
marching line of infantry, cavalry and artil
lery—gigantic figures all. Before it, through
all the centuries, boys and girls of the South
land are to stand and thrill over tho
thought, that among the immortals on that
mountain are their ancestors; that to be
worthy of Lee and the gallant men who fob
lowed him, must be the sum of their ambi
tion; that the new Union Is theirs to fight
and die for If need be; that if this great
country bo at length overrun with foreign
races whose ideals war with ours, then, here
in the South, their backs to the eternal
mountain, their great chieftain above them,
the children of the old Confederacy will
make the last stand for liberty.
May this never come to America. Rather
let us pray that all the generations of the
land will pass as in review beneath the rec
ord of this mountain, and joy-that it per
petuates the glory of our common country:
the manhood of America; the ideals which
make for Christian civilization; the hour
when enemies became brothers and (he
Union and the flag came back.
Yes, and pray beyond, that here may come
the best of those who suffer from age-old er
rors and long for peace, in lands oilier than
oursf, and from our carven records may
draw new hope, new faith, new inspiration;
and, seeing, may take heart again.
The Master-Builder works from plans too
vast for human vision, but we know that
He doeth all things well. We can only wait
and trust; and some of us may dream along
tho lines of faith. But it is not all a dream
that long after the youngest of us have
■ passed into the silence, Robert Edward Lee
i will rank among the great victors of the
I world, and this republic will have gathered
I Stone Mountain into its foundations.
AH FAVORITE STORIES
> By Irvin S. Cobb
Jan ambition to become permanent
A shabby colored person halted a well
known actor in front of the Lambs’ club tho
other night. He poured out a hard luck story
and asked for financial relief.
> The man he had accosted happened to be a
. i Southerner. He slipped a half dollar into the
' j palm of the darky. As the 1 .ttcr, with pro
l j fuse thanks, started to shamble off. the ben
,l efactor hailed him.
i “You haven't been up North very long.
5 j have you?"
“Naw. suh, I ain't.”
! * Where do you come from?”
r J “I come from Macon, Georgia. And. Bosv
?i lemme tell you dis much: if ever I gits back
I there agin I ain’t never, as long as I lives,
! uwine to be from nowhere? no more a<all.”
;■ tCo i ...ghted, 1924.)
THE LOVE TRAP
BY HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
What lias gone before —Gail Martin
has boon engaged to George Hartley for
two years, when she discovers that he is
in love with Fay Morrison, a visitor to
the small town of Dalesburg'. Gail gives
George his freedom, but when he asks
Fay to marry him she laughs at the
idea. Gail urges her mother to help her
get out of town.—Now go on with (lie
story.
CHAPTER XVII
Mrs. Martin Intervenes
CA AIL finally succeeded in persuading
•y her mother to give her some help in
getting away. Mrs. Martin did not
approve, hut Gail’s feverish pleading moved
her so that she could not refuse. The at
tempt, however, was a failure. Henry Mar
tin had never been free with money. He
parted with it grudgingly, even when it was
spent on necessities, and he stared at his
wife in amazement when she explained what
had happened and made her request.
“Are you crazy, Mary? Have you lost
your senses entirely?”
“But she’s so unhappy, Henry, and after
all, she’s right, a girl in a small town hasn’t
a chance in a situation like this.”
“Gail isn’t the only girl in Dalesburg, is
she? And she isn’t the only girl by a long
shot who’s had an unhappy love affair. She’ll
gee over this, but the amazing thing is that
you would come to me with such a request.
I wouldn’t have a daughter of mine living in
the city alone. Do you think I want to send
the girl to perdition? Do you think I want
to see her with such airs and graces as this
Morrison girl who seems to have turned
Dalesburg upside down? Tell Gail to have a
little pride. I’ll talk to her and tell her what
I think about such an idea.” *
But Mrs. Martin interrupted here.
“I don’t want you to say a thing to Gail.
She's in the mood right now where she’s apt
to do something desperate. You don’t want
her to run away, do you? Promise me, Hen
ry, not to say anything to her.”
“All right,” he said, grudgingly, after a
moment, “but you see that she comes to her
senses. You had no right to fall in with her
plans in the first place, and you know it.”
That night at dinner, Buddy exploded a
bomb in their midst. Gail had sat silent
during the meal. Her spirits were at the
’.owest ebb. Just before dinner, her mother
and father had gone into the living room and
closed the door behind them. Gail had had
no chance to speak to her mother since then,
but she was already conscious that the at
tempt to elicit aid had been a failure. Bud
dy’s shrill voice had startled her and she
lifted her eyes from her plate to find his
hard blue eyes fixed upon her.
“Say, d’ja hear the latest about George
Hartley?”
“Now, Buddy,” Mrs. Martin began.
“Well, it’s all around town. Gail might
as well know. He’s gone daffy about that
Morrison girl wlrh’s visiting Harriet Wil
liams. He spent ajl his money on a swell car
to take her around in, and now she’s gone
off and left him, and Harriet’s gone with
her.”
“Buddy, what are you talking about?”
Gail's voice was sharp.
“It’s true; a gang of us fellows were down
at the station and saw them take the train.
Gee, you should a heard that Morrison girl
bossing Sam Andrews about her trunks. She
had about five of them, and Harriet was all
dressed up and trying to put on airs because
she’s going to the city for a visit.”
There was a tense silence around the table,
broken finally by the irrepressible Buddy.
“Say, every one’s talking about you and
George. They say he gave you the gate.”
Gail flushed scarlet and the quick tears
sprang to her eyes. In a moment she had
sprung to her feet, pushed back her chair
and was flying out of the room. Her moth
er’s voice followed her, remonstrating with
Buddy, telling him that he must never speak
to his sister about this matter again. Was
she never to be free from the ugly fact that
she had been jilted? .Would she never be
able to live it down? Certainly it didn’t
seem so if she had to remain in Dalesburg.
She would go where there were positions,
that was the only way open to her.
CHAPTER NVIII
Violet Spreads Some Gossip
IF Buddy’s crude remarks had failed to con
vince Gail of what had happened, Violet
Fowler's appearance the next morning
left her in no doubt whatever. Violet was,
as usual, bursting with the news of the. town.
Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement, and
her scandal-loving heart was full of joy at
the thought of regaling Gail with the latest
facts.
“It serves him right, and everyone is
tickled to death.” she said maliciously. Os
course. I knew all along that she was playing
with him. A girl like that wouldn’t marry
a man without money.”
‘‘l suppose not.” Gail’s voice was pitched
very low.
“And now I suppose he’ll be coming back
to you.” Violet went on. She was eager to
pry into the recesses of Gail’s heart, she
wanted to know What Gail’s reactions were
ar.\ what she would do should such a thing
happen.
Gail's head went up suddenly, and her
dark eyes blazed with such an intensity of
passion that Violet shrank before her.
“Coining back to me,” she said quickly.
“I don’t think you know what you, are say
ing, do you, Violet? George was here night
before last, and I gave him his freedom.
There is nothing between us now and there
never could be again, even if he had such
an idea in his head, and, of course, he
hasn’t.”
“Not now, of course,” Violet said hastily,
“but surely, Gail, if he came to his Senses
and asked you to forgive him. you’d take him
back, wouldn’t you?”
“Never! How can you suggest such a
thing?”
“Because every day things like that are
happening. Men lose their heads for a time
ana women forgive them. If you don’t take
George some one else will. Y'ou know how
it is in Dalesburg.”
“George is at liberty to marry any one he
chooses.” Gail returned proudly, but long
after Violet had gone she pondered over the
situation from beginning to end. It seemed
to Gail that every barb Violet had flung in
her direction had reached the mark. Violet's
visit had not been prompted by any desire
j to be friendly; she had come with the delib
i erate intention of prying. Gail knew her
I through and through; she knew the shallow
ness of her nature, but now for the first time
she did not blame Violet so much as she
blamed Dalesburg. It was the smalltown
life that had warped Violet’s nature; gossip
was what she throve on. merely because
there was nothing else here to turn her
1 thoughts into more normal channels.
! The thought that George might come back*
) some day and ask her forgiveness turned
; Gail faintly sick with the realization that al-
I ready people were thinking of such a possi-
I bility. She would have that to bear as well
'as the humiliation of being jilted. She
■ would never be free again. Her affairs
I would be the chief topic of conversation for
j months to come. Her thoughts wandered to
i Harriet Williams. Gail had always liked
, Harriet. There was something wistfully
I sweet about her, something that asked. Gail
felt that at last she knew what that questing
I look of Harriet’s meant. She wanted life.
I She wanted love, and in Dalesburg there was
j nothing for her. But now Harriet was free,
j she had burst her bonds, she had gone to
■ visit Fay Morrison in the city; she would
j have the opportunity of meeting people, per
( haps love would come to her and she would
LAX DIVORCE LAWS
IT is not disputed anywhere that the di
vorce question has much to do with the
violent increase of domestic unhappiness
in these United States. The courts are like
the old-fashioned hoppers used in corn mills,
and they grind these divorces out in record
time. Men desert their wives and children,
leave them penniless and helpless, and travel
at their leisure and stay as long as they
please. »To be able to marry again or to
get rid of this unworthy father of the chil
dren the wife’s case gets through a divorce
court, and then both can take on another
partner with conditions more to their satis
faction or viciousness.
This is the usual route for those who
have very little money and are dependent
upon outsiders for assistance and are more
or less dependent.
But the divorce troubles of the rich are
loudlj* acclaimed in the newspapers, and it
is an astounding fact that these wealthy
marital affairs are absolutely shameless in
many cases, and the women are often ad
vertized before divorce courts as lewd and
profligate to the limit, by husbands who are
tired of looking’ at, and who then get free
where they desire to deed their wealth to
other children of licentious women with
whom they are too intimate.
And the papers tell of women who go to
another state and remain a stated time,
which releases them from the men they are
tired of looking at, and who then get free
and able to start over again, and again get
married.
These things are notorious. They are of
every-day occurrence. They are so common
they attract little notice, unless millionaires
are the offenders. Great wealth is the gold
en idol of human greed and cupidity. They
enjoy to read about it. And women are so
greedy for- luxury they will marry any mat |
who comes along who tells them they are '
bachelors or widowers and with plenty to
live on in fine houses, to travel, to dress in 1
fine clothes and ride in elegant automobiles i
and consort with the fashionables and live
in luxury.
The readers of the Country Home Col- •
umn will do me the justice to say I have
stated it mildly. There are brazen instances I
almost daily recorded in the papers that will
make of this mild description only dull and '
uninteresting facts, without excitement or I
surprise. The Bible injunction, “Until death ■
Science and Pseudo-Science —By Dr. Edwin E. Slosson
MODERN complex industrial life i
plunges everyone into a scientific j
environment so that no one can
escape the deluge of scientific terms. But
he may get them wrong. Each new discov- |
ery starts a parasitic growth of pseudo- 1
science.
There is a north pole; but Cook didn’t ■
discover it.
There is magnetism; but not “animal '
magnetism.”
There is wireless telegraphy; but that !
does not prove telepathy.
There are elections; but “electronic”,
cures do not follow.
From miscellaneous reading in the papers
the average layman gets a confused, com-'
posite, half-digested impression to the es- I
-feet that “Science Says:”
People are descended from “monkeys;” |
the sun is made of radium; Mars is inhab- j
ited by a race of canal diggers; the ancient
Mayas knew all about relativity; the earth
is getting hotter; the earth is getting
colder; the earth will be smashed up by
running into a comet; the average mental
age of Americans is thirteen; all progress I
comes from a superior Nordic race; man
kind is losing all its teeth and hair; the ;
world is going to starve to death from over-!
population; the world is going to die off!
from race suicide; Conan Doyle proved the I
existence of fairies; drinking sour milk or
grafting goat glands will make everybody j
live to 150; there is no soul; everybody has
two or three souls; according to Freud you
must give rein to every impulse or die of a !
complex; all rheumatism comes from bad '
teeth; all diseases can be cured by ma
nipulating the backbone; harnessing the I
power of the tides will replace coal as a.
source of power, etc., etc.
Some of these notions are false, some are :
hypotheses which may or may not be true. ;
some are truths badly expressed or placed !
in a misleading context. The result is that ‘
the layman either becomes skeptical of all
science or credulously falls victim to (he i
first faker that can manipulate imposing i
catchwords.
N°t only do new superstitions crop up
from the soil fertilized by genuine discovery, !
but the old weeds still linger. Dream books, 1
not only those based on, Freud, but others;
of the old traditional sort, still sell in the
shops. Fortune tellers manipulate packs of!
cards as well as Ouija boards. Astrology
numbers more followers than lived in Egypt.)
Chaldea and Rome. We are only two hun
dred years refiioved from witch-burning fore- 1
POSTAGE STAMP BOOKS ARE
CONVENIENT
I BELIEVE that readers of The Journal
will find it convenient to use the little
postage stamp books which are on sale
at every postoffice and by every rural mail
carrier. In this way one may always have
stamps handy, -without the danger of having
them curl in dry weather or stick together
in damp weather. These little books are
about one and three-quarters by three inches
in size, and may be easily carried in vest
pocket, bill fold, pbeket book or handbag. ;
Many folks have a place at home for these 1
little books, where one may always find a ■
stamp at once. This may be in stamp, or I
stationery box, or in drawer or pigeon hole i
of writing desk or books case.
Since the stamps are in perforate’d leaves, ;
one may be removed at a time leaving th,e
others fast in the book. Leaves of paraffined
paper are inserted between the stamps, so
they cannot stick together.
Only one cent each is charged for pre- ;
paring the stamp books, which sell as fol- ;
lows:
Book of twenty-four one-cent stamps, 25 ,
cents.
Book of twelve two-cent stamps, 2 5 cents. ;
Book of twenty-four two-cent stamps, 49
cents.
Twenty-four ones and twenty-four twos in
book, 7 3 cents.
Forty-eight two-cent stamps in book, 97 '
cents.
However, one may avoid this extra ex
pense, and still have stamps handy and in :
good condition, by keeping sopie little book !
in a convenient place, and putting the 1
stamps when purchased between the leaves *
of this book. They will not curl and- will
always be ready to use.
GAEL B. COLLINS,
National Federation Rural Letters Carriers, I
Huntington, Ind.
never return to Dalesburg to live. This ;
thought stirred Gail to action and she sprang )
to her feet.
“I’ll go to father myself,” she said, de
terminedly. “I’ll tell him he must give me
money, that I have to have it.” Hope flared
up in her at the thought of making one more
effort, but it was a rather forlorn hope. In j
all her life she had never known her father
to be generous, and in addition to that his
standards .of conventionality were of the
strictest. How could she expect to succeed
with him where her mother had failed?
Thursday: “Defiance” and “The Eyes of
the Village.” Renew your subscription now
so as not to miss an installment of this splen
did story. i
THE COUNTRY HOME
BY MRS. IV. H. FELTON
TUESDAY. JANUARY 22, 1924.
shall you part,” is omitted without hesita
tion or remorse. They arc after liberty to
marry a»gain, and will again appear in di
vorce courts and try it over several times,
if the men are rich and the women beauti
ful, for the notoriety is pleasing and the
actors become well-nigh shameless with their
domestic relations thus advertized.
Education has been rated as the panaceh
of all the ills afflicting the illiterate and the
ignorant and licentious. But what about
the chief offenders who are educated in
books and are taught in public schools from
tho age of six to eighteen, at public expense
or with extravagant outlay in the most high
priced finishing schools? Some of the most
carefully educated in books are chief of
fenders before divorce courts.
I honestly believe it is the plain old-fash
ioned married couples, with their due atten
tion to careful methods in the raising of
their children, who lead lives of sobriety
and virtue who are to become the basic
foundations of this country of ours. Other
wise, this republic will go the way of old
Rome, which went to ruin with luxury and
idleness and licentiousness.
It used to be the cry, “Educate the chil
dren, save the country by increasing their
intelligence, and when you educate the
youth of the .country you will next need
courts of justice and our jails will be empty
and progress and prosperity will attend the i
homes of our people with civil and religious
liberty.”
As I have expressed it in these columns
more than once, there are hundreds of helps,
books, teachers, for the righteous education
of youth over the scantier methods which
prevailed nearly a century ago, but the wave
of crime which is passing over the entire
United States has never been equalled since
the Declaration of Independence in 1776.
The more helps we have the more need for
I sheriffs and policemen. There is a cog
i loose in our educational machinery soine
i where. Education does not seem to reform.
' Can it be that domestic unhappiness (and
! the flood in divorce courts has given us the
evidence) has been passed along to the mod
) ern descendants until the morale of our pop
- ulation has been going down grade rather
I than upward and onward?
When divorce courts are crowded to the
limit all the time and little children are thus
i deprived of their right, the time has come
■ to give more attention to home influence and
I less to factional politics.
fathers, and some would do it yet if the
law permitted. An excited fundamentalist
in a Southern paper demands that all evo
lutionists be crucified head down.
This is not all cause for pessimism. At
least it shows that science attracts great in
terest and has vast prestige. “Imitation’ is
the sincerest form of flattery.” If fifty
years ago legislatures did not persecute Dar
winism it is because the average legislator
had never heard of it. If people talk non
sense about Freudianism, hypnotism, Ein
stein, psychological tests, vitamins, and the,
like, at least they have heard of these things
and want to hear more about them. All
they need is some clue as to what things
are so and what things arc not.
Unfortunately those who trade on the
name of science for profit, or who are fa
natically sincere about some absurd theory,
are better advertisers than the real sci
entists. They make more noise, assert them
selves more dogmatically, make more sweep
ing claims and get attention first. 'They are
not handicapped by the hesitations, uncer
tainties, shyness, professional caution of the
true man of science. Reservations and
qualifications make dull reading, and the
necessary complexities of the scientific vo
cabulary frighten away Uao casual reader.
Moreover, it is to be feared that some sci
entists are intellectual snobs and do not care
whether the layman understands or not.
They leave the field to pseudo-science with
out a struggle.
On the other hand, in the long run real
science prevails over what the Bible terms
“science falsely so-called,” because it can
prove itself by its words. “By their fruits
ye shall know them,” the experimental
method. Only real chemistry can provide
the basis for the big industrial inventions
which the public demands and appreciates.
Only real medicine can in the long run
lower the municipal death rate.
There is another test of real science; its
honesty. Fake science always tries to cre
ate mystery, to use long words for the pur
pose of creating confusion, to rely on occult
forces and secret processes, because only so
can it remain a profitable monopoly. Real
science relies on tests and experiments that
anyone can duplicate and does not add arti
ficial difficulties to the real mysteries of
nature. In a word, the real scientist and
the faker are both talking to the layman in
unknown tongues, but the real scientist is
trying to make himself understood, the
faker is trying to make himself misunder
stood. —Science Service.
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Q. Some time last summer there was pre
sented to Sweden by the United States a
bust of one of its kings. Will you please
give me the name of this king and the date
of presentation? W. O. H.
A. A statue of Gustav 111., the first mon
arch to recognize the United States as an
independent nation, was unveiled at Gothen
burg, July 4, 1923, at the end of the Swe
den-American week.
Q. Would instruments used for observa
tion of heavenly bodies at sea be useless
were the seas uncharted? G. I. K.
A. Those instruments would determine the
geographical position in latitude and longi
tude even though the seas were uncharted.
The chart makes the information of prac
tical value.
Q. How long is the stride of a running
horse? ' J- A. D.
A. The even stride of a race horse going
at full speed is approximately twenty-four
feet.
Q. How is telephone service arranged be
tweon Washington and San Francisco?
M. H.
A. The transcontinental line from Wash
ington to San Francisco was opened January!
25, 1915. It is built up as follows: From
Washington to Pittsburg; from Pittsburg to |
Chicago; from Chicago to Omaha; from
Omaha to Denver; from Denver to Salt Lake
Citr, and from Salt Lake City to San Fran- |
cisco.
Q. What prices do the seal skins bring
when the government skins are offered?
H. F. S.
A. The bureau of fisheries says that here
tofore seal skins belonging to the govern ■ I
ment have been sold at public auction at 1
St. Louis. The skins have sold as low as S3O ;
and as high as S6O. These sales occur ini
October and February ; or March.
Q. Was there ever a mint at Charlotte,
N. C.? J. S. H.
A. The A-say Office at Charlotte was es-1
tablished in 1 837 and was qlosed on June;
.30, 1912. Congress having failed to make
provision for its support beyond that da*~. ’
Its equipment was shipped to other lnsr.»-
tutions of th° service. It was discontinued
for the reason that the receipts of bullion •
HER MONEY
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
AVliat has gone before.—Althea Cross
by inherits a fortune on condition that
she marry before she is thirty-five. Sh©
falls in love with handsome young Dr.
Peter Graham and marries him without
telling him about the condition in the
will. Eventually he hears gossips dis
cussing it and assumes she married him
to get possession of the fortune. He be
comes cool and she assumes he married
her fop her money. She becomes very
jealous of her husband’s kindly atten
tions to Mrs. Ruth Williams, a wealthy
patient, and also of the nurse in his of
fice, Mabel Howard. Althea meets Ken
neth Moore and his gaiety attracts her.
—Novv go 011 with the story.
CHAPTER XLVII
’IE next time Althea talked with Miss
i Bundy she cautioned her in a round-
X about way about being careful with
the doctor’s messages.
“He is very particular,” she said. ‘‘Noth
ing annoys him so much as a mistake about
his calls.” NY
“I’ll be careful,” Miss Bundy .returned 1
rather surlily. Yet she suspected Althea
had warned her because she wanted her to
stay.
“She’s jealous of that Mrs. Williams,” th©
nurse said to herself. “I wonder why she
wants that Miss Howard to stay away? She
can’t be jealous of two of them.”
She took the hint and was very careful
Peter had no further cause for complaint.
That she, her personality, was disagreeable
to him and also to his patients she. could
not know, yet she heard them ask after Miss
Howard —inquire when she would return.
“Never if I can help itj” she said after
overhearing the question. “Just because
she’s got a pretty face! I’ve got this job
and I intend to keep it!”
And she knew that Althea also intended
she should keep it; that she had a friend
at court.
Peter’s face had lost a little of its anxious
look and Rodney Blackwell spo<e of it. He
and Nell had called one evening, fortunately
finding Peter at home.
“Yes, lam feeling better,” Peter’said. “I
have been very anxious over a little patient,
Miss Howard’s sister. But she has turned
the corner now and unless something un
foreseen turns up she will pull through. I
am anxious to move her, get her among new
surroundings.”
“But where will she go?” Nell asked.
“Aren’t her people poor?”
“Very poor. Mrs. Williams has offered to
take her home and give her the room she
had fitted up lor Glen until she is entirely
well.”
“That’s generous!” Rodney said.
“Indeed it is.”
“Then, I suppose you’ll have Miss Howard
back,” Nell broke in again. “Mrs. told
/me that when she called the other fifty you
had an old chromo in the office.”
“Not so bad as that!” Peter laughed, “but
she isn’t as agreeable to my people as Miss
Howard.” .
“Nonsense! She is a far more experi
-1 enced and proper person for an office than
! Miss Howard,” Althea declared. “A nurse
isn’t supposed to be an ornament.”
' “She is, though—in away,” Peter answer
ed slowly. “It’s a queer sort of psychology,
perhaps, hut an unattractive nurse hurts a
doctor’s office practice. 11l people are pe
culiarly sensitive* to such things.”
“I don’t blame them.” Rodney said heart
ily. “If I went to a doctor and was received
by some ugly old woman I’d turn and run —
to som : other doctor, probably.”
“What nonsense you talk, Rodney!” Al
thea. replied impatiently.
“I mean it,” Rodnev insisted, and she
changed the subject. They were all against
1 her.
Alone, Althea thought of what Peter had
said; Doris Howard could soon be moved.
She would go. to Mi’s. Williams’, who lived
only a. short distance away, and this would
give Peter an excuse for visiting her often.
The thought was torture.
Another thought obtruded, one that had
come to her before.
“I couldn’t! No—it is impossible! He
would not understand, would probably re
fuse to let me,” she said aloud, twisting her
fingers 1 ervously; “but if I could it would —-
keep him away from her.”
For a long time she sat turning her idea
over in her mind, then shrugging her shoul
ders she dismissed it. !
“No, I won’t propose it,” she said as she
prepared for bed.”
He r thoughts switched to Rodney Black
well, what he had said: /I'hat he would run
without seeing a doctor irnless a pretty nurse
greeted him.
“I won’t have that Howard girl hack,
either!” she declared. “Peter shall keep
Miss Bundy. I’ll make it a personal matter.-
Tell him I want her to stay, that she Is com
pany for me. Goodness knows I need som©
one to talk to. I wonder what thete Is about
her that makes ine not quite trust her,” she
went on. “Sometimes I think sh© is—not
bad, but that she wouldn’t stick at anything
to help herself. I guess I’m full of notions
tonight. I’ll telephone Kenneth jn th© morn
ing- he always takes me out of myself. I
wonder what'it is about Miss Bundy,” sh©
said again. “She’s a little too oily at times
—too anxious to please me. She knows,
too Althea blushed. “She knows I am
jealous of that Williams woman. I wish sh©
didn’t. It makes me feel somehow small,
and if the idea .wasn’t silly, in her power.
I can’t stop talking to her even if it does
make me uneasy,” she declared hotly, ‘its
(he only way I have of knowing about P ~
things.”
Althea’s soliloquy brought her no relief, in
fact, it held her mind in the same groove
for most of the night. And she awoke with
the same uncomfortable thoughts buzzing in
her brain.
Continued Thursday. Look at your expi
ration date. If it reads, “1 FEB. 24,” renew
now *0 as not to miss a chapter of this ab
sorbing story.
were insufficient to warrant
its continuance. 'This office was originally
established as a coinage mint by the act ap
proved March 3, 1835. The Charlotte office
was designed to serve the gold-producing
districts of the southern Appalachian region,
which at that time comprised the gold-min
ing territory in the United States. From .
1838 until 18 61, the Charlotte office coined
gold in denominations of half eagles, quar
ter eagles and dollars, to a total value of
$5,059,188. After the Civil War, the Assay-
Office at Charlotte was res-estaniished by
Act of Congress dated March 19, 1867, and
was maintained until the close of the fiscal
year 1913.
Q. In what part of Egypt did Pharaoh’s
daughter find Moses? W. F. O.
A. Opposite Cairo lies the island of Roda,
where, according to Arab tradition, Phara
oh’s daughter found Moses in the bulrushes.
At the southern extremity of this Island Is
the Milometer, by which the rise of the Nil©
has been measured by the Cairenes for 1,000
years. It is a square well with an octagonal
pillar marked in cubits in the center.
Q. Did G moral Robert E. Leo have any
brothers? F. E. C.
A. General Lee had three brothers: Car
ter, Charles Carter and Sidney Smith. He
Henry. Robert E.
Lee was the youngest of the family.