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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Better is a little with the fear of the
Lord than great treasure and trouble there
with. Better is a dinner of herbs where
love is, than a stalled ox and hatred there
with. Better it is to be of humble spirit
with the lowly than to divide the spoil
with the proud.—Proverbs. Let your con
versation be without covetousness; and
be content with such things as ye have,
for He hath said, “I will never leave thee
nor forsake thee.”
The yiarvel of Tittle Latvia
THE little republic of Latvia, on what
was Russia's western confines before
the World war, has set the wonderful
' example of balancing her budget, stabilizing
her exchange, paying her entire debt to the
United States for food, settling with Great
Britain for purchases of munitions, and de
positing in the Bank of England two mil
loin pounds in gold bullion. “Hard work
and national patriotism,” are the sinews of
this achievement, reports an American ob
jerver. “In war her sons and daughters
V fought for Latvia. Now they have thrown
aside the sword and taken up the plow
share. Every farmer is a landholder. He
has his small, clean farmhouse, his twenty
head of cattle, his fifty acres. He is work
ing all the hours God gave him; not only
the man himself, but his wife and daughters,
all work for the good' of Latvia.”
This is a record from which all states
may draw inspiration. Imagine a country
with only half the area of Georgia and a
million fewer inhabitants, long oppressed by
Russian czardom a'nd then imepriled by Bol
shevism; a country across which hostile
armies swept, leaving devastation in their
, wake, and on which was laid a burden of
continual fighting for two years after the
armistice on the western front was declared.
Such were the limitations, the hardships and
dangers against which Latvia had to struggle
in winning her freedom and meeting her
debts. Many a larger and older state would
do well to take a leaf from her book of
golden deeds.
While a favorable situation and goodly
resources have much to do with the young
republic's attainments and shining prospects,
a great deal more must be credited to the
character of the people. The country is
bounded on the north by the Gulf of Riga
and Esthonia, on the east by Russia, on the
south by Lithuania and Toland, and on the
west by the Baltic Sea, being one of the three
aUtes of North Central Europe with frontage
upon that water. A glance at the map will
-Slow that Latvia is the natural route for
xhrough trade between Russia and the na
tions of the west. At her ports, of which
Riga is the most important, converge three
of the principal Russian railways. Her coast
lina Is three hundred and forty miles in
length, and her present rail systems have an
extent of nearly two thousand miles. Agri
culture, dairying and the raising of live stock
ar« the chief occupations. Production of flax
hv peen one of the people’s mainstays, but
a( a result of war ravages the area o' this
crop was reduted from a normal two hundred
and seventy-five thousand acres to about sev
thousand. The country is rich in for
ests, which It is taking care to conserve by
provident laws and scientific measures such
Georgia has yet to adopt. Industries,
though still in the nifant stage, are develop
ing steadily and give large promise.
While these natural advantages have stood
Latvia in good stead, the basic reason for her
advancement and prosperity will be found in
tha stamina of her people. They are de
| scribed as more nearly Teutonic than Slavic
I in type, though these terms are usually sub-
F ject to so many modifications they hardly
THE TH WTA TRIWEEKLY JOURNAL
' serve for a clear definition. It means more
to western minds that the great majority of
Latvians are Protestant in religion, most of
them being Lutherans. In pursuits they are
mainly agricultural, manfigsting a thrift that
would do credit to Scotland herself. They
are intensely patriotic; love of home and of
native land inspire them to self-sacrifice in
time of peace no less than to valor in time
of war. This virtue it was, no doubt, that
made them steadfast against the propaganda
of Bolshevism. Neither the blandishments
nor threats of Lenine could sway Latvia’s
yeomrnry from their common sense and com
mon devotion to country. Each family, n
its little farmstead, found alike in the neces
sities and the sanctities of life argument
enough against Soviet vagaries.
The rewards of this faith so staunchly kept
are being reaped by the people of Latvia to
day in a national prosperity and vigor that
command the whole world’s respect. While
some others have talked of repudiating .heir
debts and some indeed have done so, this
youthful republic has met every obligation.
A splendid record, and a splendid promise!
Our Governmenta 1 Debt
THE indebtedness of our federal govern
ment at the close of the year 1922
was six hundred and seventy-two per
cent greater than in 1912. This fact, re
vealed in a late report of the census bu
reau, loses much of its power to surprise
when we remember that the decade in ques
tion brought the costliest war upon which
America ever embarked.
It is not the federal government alone,
however, that witnessed a vast increase in
expenses and obligations. During the same
period the indebtedness of the states multi
plied one hundred and seventy-five per cent,
reaching a total of one billion one hundred
and sixty-three million dollars. At the same
time the debts of counties climbed to one
billion three hundred and sixty-seven mil
lion, an increase of two hundred and sixty
eight per cent; while those of towns ana
cities expanded to seven billion seven hun
dred and thirty-two million, an increase of
one hundred and forty-nine per cent.
The federal, state, counts'- and municipal
aggregate thus becomes thirty-two billion
eight hundred million dollars, against which,
as the Journal of Commerce points out,
there are sinking funds and other assets,
“held for the retirement of the debt,"
amounting to about one billion nine hun
dred. and thirty-five million. This leaves
a net indebutedness of thirty billion eight
hundred and fifty million, or a little less
than two hundred and eight-four dollars per
capita. It appears that at four and a hair
per cent interest, with a one per cent sink
ing' fund charge, “the burden of these debts
amounts to more than one billion eight
hundred million dollars per annum, with
out taking into account the costs of ad
ministration.”
These figures, compared with the coun
try’s resources, do not indicate, we are>
bound to say, that America is being buried
beneath governmental obligations. But they
do call for careful pondering.
QUIZ
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get the answer to any question puzzling
him by writing to The Atlanta Journal
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kin director, Washington, D. C., and in
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ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. What kind of fuel is used in steam
automobiles? W. H. K.
A. Kerosene is used avd as this is a lower
grade of fuel than gasoline it is less expen
sive. However, about the .same mileage may
be obtained from a gallon of kerosene in a
steam automobile as a gallon of gasoline in
an internal combustion engine automobile.
Q. What do the initials S. P. D. stand for?
T. L.
A. These initials are used as an abbrevia
tion for the Latin phrase Salutem pluriman
dicit, which means “He wishes much health,”
or “sends his best respects.”
Q. How much of the money collected for
Japanese relief was spent in aid of Ameri
cans in Japan? A. M. T.
A. The Red Cross report says that $32,500
cash was paid to the state department for
assistance to American citizens in Japan.
Contributions to the relief fund have nearly
reached $11,000,000.
Q. What is the largest town in South Afri
ca? A. T.
A. The largest town in South Africa is Jo
hannesburg. Cape Town, however, is the
seat of the legislature, and Pretoria the seat
of the government.
Q. Have United States postage stamps any
watermarks? J. H. S.
A. Watermarked paper was used by the
United States in the manufacture of p’ostage
stamps until 1916, when its use was discon
tinued with a view to broadening competition
among paper manufacturers in bidding upon
contracts to supply the government with pa
pei*. It was believed that the value of the
watermark was a protection against counter
feiting, but this belief was outweighed in the
production and the cost of paper.
Q. Is any attempt being made to restore
or rebuild Solomon's temple at Jerusalem? —•
H. F. P.
A. The site of Solomon's temple is at
present covered by the Mosque of Omar,
which is in the hands of the Mohammedans.
The mosque area is closely guarded by the
Mohammedans and no excavation is per
mitted.
Q. Do animals see color?—K. G. L.
A. Scientists differ in their opinions on
this point. Experiments have been performed
with monkeys, chickens, rabbits and rats. In
some instances, where the animals appar
ently responded more readily to one color
than to another. It was thought possible that
they were affected more by the differences in
the intensity of the colors rather than by the
'different colors. Latest results indicate that
animals do not readily detect color differ
ences.
Q. Were the streets of London lighted by
gas in the eighteenth century?—H. T.
A. The first exhibition of lighting the
streets by gas took place on the king's birth
dip, June 4, 1807. The lights consisted of a
row of lamps in front of the colonnade before
Carleton House, London.
THE LOVE TRAP
What has gone before.—Gail -Martin
has been engaged to George Hartley for
two years when she discovers that he is
in love with another woman. She gives
him his freedom, but the other girl tells
him she has only been playing. Gail,
chafing under the burden of small-town
gossip, asks her mother's help in getting
out of town, but her father will not
permit it. In desperation, Gail deter
mines to* go to her father herself.—
Now go on with the story.
CHAPTER XIX
Defiance
i( T T’S out of the question! I'm surprised
I that you’d ask such a thing!” Henry
Martin's voice was harsh and his eyes
were stern as they rested on the eager face
of his daughter.
“But, father, I could get work. I'd pay
back eveyy cent.”
“Work, what could you do?” he snorted.
“You're just like every other girl, crazy for
excitement, movie-struck, I’d call it. I’ll
have no daughter of mine living alone in the
city, trying the modern woman stuff. No,
I tell you, not a penny will you get out of
me.”.
Gail's head went up proudly and she
faced her father without a hint of fear. “Os
course you know that you can’t keep me
here, if I wish to go,” she said evenly. “I'm
of age. I can leave home any time I like.”
“Yes, and I dare say you’d be fool enough
to do it if you had the chance. Now see
here, Gail. I'm your father, and, while you
stay under my roof, you’ll show me respect.”
“But I don’t mean to be disrespectful. I’m
simply stating facts.”
“You're talking like a wild woman, and
I won’t have it. Just because George Hart
ley doesn't want to many you, doesn’t
necessarily mean the end of life for you.
You’ll feel different after a little time has
passed, perhaps the day will come when
you'll be glad this happened.”
Gail turned away sick at heart. There was
no need of arguing. She had known in ad
vance just what would happen if at
tempted to make her father see the matter
from her point of view. He didn’t under
stand, he wouldn’t even try to understand,
the whole thing was quite hopeless.
Gail racked her mind for away out. She
thought of taking a job in town, of working
till she had enough money to leave, but what
could she do? In Dalesburg girls did not
work, there was no position open for a wom
an, save, perhaps, cashier in one of the
stores, and positions of that kind were gen
erally filled by the daughters or wives of
the owners.
Sunday came, the first Sunday since the
breaking of her engagement. In Dalesburg
every one went to church, but Gail, who all
week had kept close to the house, not even
venturing as far as the postoffice, shrank
from the ordeal of sitting under the battery
of eyes that would b.e sure to be levied on
her. fl here would be whispering and nod
ding, curious looks and an effort on the part
of every one to act as though nothing had
happened.
As she dressed for br...kfast Gail set her
mouth defiantly. "I won't go!” she said to
herself, and instead of putting on one of her
thin summer dresses, as she usually did on
Sunday morning, she went down to break
fast in a sober gingham.
Her father’s eyes looked at her askance,
her mother’s glance was troubled. Buddy
merely stared.
“What’s this, not dressed for church?”
Henry Martin’s voice held a note of impa
tience. He had always held the whiphand
over his wife and daughter. To his way of
thinking, women folks always bowed to the
superior authority of the male. A father
ruled his daughter until she left his roof for
that of another man, a man ruled his wife
always. Such a thing as the independence
of women had not as yet penetrated into
Dalesburg, or, for that matter, any town of
its size and kind, and since Gail had stood
up before her father and flung defiance in
his face. Henry Martin had felt irritably con
scious of the fact that his authority had been
challenged. j
“I’m not going to church.” Gail spoke
quietly but none the less determinedly.
A hot, red flush crept up over Henrv Mar
tin s cheekbones, and his eyes suddenly
blazed. No member of his family had ever
seen him so angry, and although Gail s eves
did not drop, her heart began suddenly' to
hammer in her breast.
CHAPTER XX
The Eyes of the Village
f i X/" march right upstairs as soon as
X you've finished breakfast, and get.
cn . ’eady for church.” Henry Martin
• e as noiigh Gail were still ten years old
and Buddy s blue eyes sparkled. He was en
joying the scene, and his sister’s discom
ntuie. Like any small boy he was delighted
to hear some one besides himself subjected
to parental authority.
Gail said nothing. Her cheeks burning
with outraged womanhood, she had dropped
her eyes to her plate and was making an ef
fort to eat her breakfast, but she was acute
ly conscious of the silence that had fallen.
"Do you hear me, Gail?”
“Yes, father, I hear you.”
“Then don’t let me see any more of this
nonsense.” And Henry Martin attacked his
ham and eggs with renewed vigor.
Gail left the table after a few minutes,
and Mrs. Martin rose to follow her. In
stantly the eyes of her husband were upon
her and he spoke still with that note of au
thority in his voice:
Now, Mary, don't go to coddling the girl.
You make her worse by sympathizing with
her. Let her alone!”
Mrs. Martin opened her lips to spestk,
changed her mind and said nothing. But she
hurried out of the room, and a moment later
was climbing the stairs to Gail’s room.
The girl was standing by the window look
ing out at the tree-shaded street. Dalesburg
was very beautiful in the morning sunlight,
church bells were chiming, the sky seemed
newly washed, and far in the distance misty
mountains were outlined faintly against the
hard blue of the arch overhead.
“Gail dear,” her mother's voice broke the
silence, and Gail wheeled sharply about.
"You're going to 'do as your father says,
aren t you? You won't gain anything by
holding out against him. and you’ll only suc
ceed in making things at home more difficult
for all of us.”
Gail's chin had been set stubbornly, but
gradually it softened. She was suddenly
sorry for her mother. At least she herself
had youth in her favor, and in youth any
thing can happen.
“All right, mother. I'll go,” she st>id
quickly. And Mrs. Martin with a sigh of
relief turned away and went into her own
room.
Gail and her mother walked to church be
hind Mr. Martin and Buddy. Gail's fAce was
expressionless, it was as though she bore a
mask, and when they had climbed the
church steps and were suddenly surrounded
by chattering humanity. Gail realized that
she was horribly self-conscious. People
spoke to her and she answered them, she
forced a frozen smile to her lips and tried
to hold her head high, but when the social
seance was over, and it was time to go in,
she sank into a corner of the pew with a
sensation of intense relief.
She was acutely conscious of the eyes of
every one turned upon her, and she won
dered with a little tightening around her
heart, whether George had come to church
that morning. She had already planned her
course of action where George was concern
ed. She wanted to behave toward him with
; s , J THE COUN
BY MRS. W.
WHY ALLOW POLITICAL PROPAGANDA
IX THE UNITED STATES
WHEN the Bok invitation was pub
lished in the newspapers a num
ber of friends and acquaintances
wrote me concerning it.
Some flattered me by saying they did not
know any writer who had sensed the real
condition of the Upited States more accu
rately, and the prize of SIOO,OOO for a pop
ular essay on the subject of peace would be
good pay, etc.
My experience is worth a good deal to
me. Where a mammoth proposition appears
with big pay 1 have found it wholesome
to ask why and wherefore. I well under
stand the imperfections of human judgment
and the cupidity of the human race, and I
had a woman’s intuition that somebody or
some nation with plenty of money could
afford to venture a considerable amount to
induce a favorable mention of the Versailles
League of Nations from the one hundred
and ten millions of population comprising
the United States of America.
The billions loaned to the allies are still
unpaid. Except Great Britain nobody "over
there” expects to refund a dollar of this
loan and Great Britain is going to take
her tune about it.
A world court or a Versailles League of
Nations means a great lawsuit, with law
yers like Hon. Elihu Root, to plead the
case for these defendants, who are not ex
pecting to pay a dollar of those billions of
cash loaned by the Wilson administration,
after these United States were obliged yes
compelled, to buy Liberty and Victory
bonds .at par value, to furnish the cash to
our alliTs governments ’ who were, so-called,
When I saw it published that “Hon. Elihu
Root was to be one of the judges for the
Bok prize, with his established reputation
being always in accord with British in
terests, I said to other people that Bok prize
will be easy to settle. And it is not sur
prismg that Great Britain and France are
in full sympathy and hold warm admiration
for the pro-allied adventure. The allies
can easily finance the propaganda thus in
troduced, and I am not surprised that there
are prominent women, as well as men, "over
tbl ear advocatin S the support of
the Versailles League of Nations when all
expenses and per diem are settled for by
mcnr S . ame v ? 1 r ° Pean Hberal finance arrange
ments. Nothing easier to see.”
Almost any scheme will be cheaper than
giving a check for nearly $12,000,000,000.
The American people owe thanks to pre
serving mercy that we had sufficient com
mon sense in congress to disqualify that ad
venture far enough to refuse to validate
the Versailles League of Nations!
But there are people who made big money
and had opportunity to further the schemes
of willing people to extract big salaries and
float legally on speculative profits and reap
rich harvests of hard cash.
It was a great time for the spenders. I
heard of one clerk—a woman in Washing
ton City who proposed to spend her vaca-
'GEOGRAPHICAL LINES
By Dr. Frank Crane
THE story is told of Bill Nye that when
he went sight-seeing up Lookout Moun.
tain the boy who was acting as guide
told him that from the summit where they
were standing they could see four states.
“Let’s see ’em,” said Bill. “Where are
they?”
"That,” said the boy, “is Tennessee, yon
der i 3 Georgia, that is Alabama, and that is
North Carolina.” /
"No, you don’t,” replied Bill, shaking his
finger at the youth. “You may stuff some
folks with that, but not me. I studied geog
raphy in school, and I know that Tennessee
is yellow, Alabama is'green, Georgia is blue,
•and North Carolina is red. I’m sure North
Carolina is red,” he added, "for I helped
paint it red myself last week—Me and Bill
Vischer.” ,
I remember very well the first time I
crossed the boundary line of my native state
of Illinois into Indiana, and how surprised I
was to find no "line” at all; not even a fence;
nothing but a muddy stream; to discover also
that the ground was the same color.
Since then I have learned that more things
than geographical boundaries are purely
imaginary.
Brought up a Protestant, I was amazed to
find, when still quite a lad, that. Roman Cath
olics are just as human as Methodists.
Another shock came when it was revealed
to ine that one of the gentlest, wisest teachers
I ever had was a Democrat; I had thought
all Democrats chewed tobacco and carried
guns. .
One by one I have seen the partitions of
humanity’s house fall. I have found that the
people in every class room are "just folks.”
I have lived in a family of Italian wage
workers in Tivoli, 1 have sat at the mahogany
table of an Italian prince, I have mingled
with German farmers at the Passing Fair, 1
have dined with English nobility and passed
the night at the house of an English shop
keeper. I have visited with the President of
the United States, senators, mayors, and gov
ernors, and have also sopped my bread in
the bacon gravy at the woodchopper’s family
board in Sangamon county, and as far as I
can see there is no difference; that is, none
to speak of. A bright boy could adjust him
self to any of these situations in a week or so.
Social barriers are also imaginary geograph
ical lines. .
We are learning, too, that all sciences
shade into each other. Pasteur was a chemist
and slid over accidentally into biology.
Metchnikoff was a zoologist and became the
discoverer of immunity from disease.
Nobody knows where the vegetable king
dom .leaves off and the animal kingdom
begins. •
Who can put his finger on the line that
runs between socialism and democracy?
What is the difference between the Demo
cratic and the Republican party? A prize
will be given for any answer at all.
The fact is that classification of all kinds
are merely mental "labor-saving machinery.”
They are useful for purposes of discussion,
just as Kentucky’s difference from Tennessee
is useful for purposes of taxation.
But we’re all folks. We all love and hate,
laugh and cry. eat and sleep. Girls and boys
love about the same way in Teheran and
Texas, at European courts and lowa cross
roads.
(Copyright, 1924.)
just that shade of friendliness that would
puzzle her friends, and enable her to main
tain her own pride and dignity. But it
was easy enough to make plans when she
was alone, and quite another thing to carry
them out when people were staring and
nudging and making comments about the
fact that she had been j : lted.
Her heart sank within her at the thought
of meeting George and trying to appear as
though nothing had happened. She knew
that she would falter, that the hot blood
would rush up into her cheeks, that she
would appear awkward and self-conscious,
and she sat in an agony of embarrassment
not daring- to look left nor right.
Saturday, “The Eleventh H6ur” and
"What Was in the Telegram.” Look at the
label, and if your subscription expires "FEB.
24.” renexv non so as not to miss an install
ment of this splendid story.
\ THURSDAY, JANUARY 24, 1024.
TRY HOME y
. H. FELTON
tion in her home town, maybe in Wisconsin
or Michigan. She got full pay during her
absence, and some sort of a pass, which al
lowed her to go byway of Tampa, Fla.,
with two of her subordinates, free also from
passenger fares, who took the trip to keep
her company, and the whole outlay was set
tled by the government. This story came
out in iu!L_ in, take a big the'
water k, fine/* and the little ones followed
the tracks of the big ones, and had a splen
did time with the tax money. There was
no let-up on the taxpayers.
It reached a place where bank presidents
were directed to point out depositors who
failed to buy Liberty bonds and Victory
bonds, and to report their names and de
posited amounts to an officer, . and while
the depositors had committed no crime, they
were to be arrested on some suspicion and
tried before the federal courts of the United
States, to be sentenced to fine or imprison
ment therefor.
(There are official documents in safe
keeping which were fortunately preserved
to prove there things when the World war
was in full blast.)
It was a big time. “The big fish eating
the little ones.”
They would like to do it over again. These
propagandists will have full sway, I
during the coming presidential campaign’
They have nothing to lose and everything
to gain. The wasteful extravagance of the
war with Germany is monumental in scope
and quantity.
It was shameful, but it put the bottom
rail on top, and they now are crazy for
more.
It is to be hoped than exposure will come;
that the size of the present conspiracy may
be estimated, and that the helpless and the
innocent may be saved from ruin and deso
lation!
When I was a small girl I read that old
book of fiction called "The Scottish Chiefs.”
That was nearly eighty years ago.
English gold and English tyranny made
the names of Wallace and Bruce familiar
to every reader of English history. It was
a recital never to be forgotten. Scotland
won at last.
I understood it better when Benedict Ar
j nold was corrupted by British gold during
I the Revolutionary war and was bribed to
commite treason.
| Major Andre was captured '•by some plain
I New England continental troopers and! the
• proof of Arnold’s treachery and bribery was
, found on Major Andre when the latter was
! on his way to meet Arnold and to thus de
; feat General Washington’s army and restore
this country to the control of Great Britain.
As many are convinced at this time that)
British gold is working throughout this coun
try, paying for the employment of writers,
lawyers and speakers, U is well to sound
the alarm and help this people to deter
mine to put only Americans on guard at
this crucial time, when recognized propa
gandists are so brazen in endeavoring again
to bind these United States to the domina
tion and control of British interests.
MENTAL DISEASE
I By H. Addington Bruce
SOME day, it is much to be hoped, there
will be more general appreciation of
I what the term mental disease really
j means. i n especial, people need to be rid of
the idea that it is merely another term for
insanity. This idea js in itself a serious ob
stacle to the successful practice of both men
tal medicine and mental hygiene.
To regard all nuental’y diseased persons as
■ afflicted with insanity is in fact about as
sensible as to regard all physically diseased
persons as suffering from cancer. There are
gradations and differences in mental disease
just as there are in physical disease.
Sufferers from the so-called functional
, nervous disorders—hysteria, psychasthenia,
and neurasthenia—are not insane, yet they
i certainly are mentally diseased, inasmuch as
these disorders always involve morbid xvays
of thinking. This is also the case of those
numerous harassed by shyness, bashfulness,
envy, unreasoning hate, or a habitual ten
dency to depreciate oneself and others.
Such unfortunates obviously do not think
normally, hence must be said to be in some
degree victims of mental disease, as truly as
persons having colds or aching teeth or in
fected tonsils are in some degree victims of
physical disease. But always the shy, bash
i ful, envious, hate-afflicted, grouchy, and de
preciatory can be helped to mental health,
provided only that they place themselves in
the care of experts in the treatment of men
tal troubles.
For that matter, even when mental disease
I amounting to insanity is present, there are
gradations and differences which it is of prac
tical importance to appreciate.
To be insane is not necessarily to be In
curably insane, any more than to have a seri
ous physical disease is to be beyond hope of
cure. There are kinds of insanity, as there
are kinds of physical disease, for which in the
present state of medical knowledge little or
nothing can be done. But there are other
kinds that yield to treatment, if the treat
! ment be begun soon enough and carried on
! by experts.
Because this is not appreciated, and be
cause in the popular mind, insanity is erro
neously regarded as something disgraceful,
many an insane person is so long "shielded”
from treatment as to drift eventually into the
incurable class.
And because mental disease in general is
; erroneously identified with insanity, many a
' sufferer from the minor mental disorders of
shyness, bashfulness, envy, etc., fails to rec
ognize that his or her trouble is essentially
one of wrong thinking, znd consequently fails
1 to consult those most competent to effect
restoration to normal mental healh.
There happily are signs of a concerted ef
fort to spread a better, understanding of this
most important subject.
Psychiatrists and psychologically trained
physicians are making it the theme of books
intended for popular reading. Intelligent
presentation of it is made with increasing fre
quency from the lecture platform. More sig
nificant still, organizations have been formed
—notably the National Committee for Men
tal Hygiene and subsidiary societies —making
it specially their aim to promulgate sound
ideas of mental disease.
So prevalent and long-rooted are the false
ideas concerning it that headway in their
correction will probably be slow. However
slow it may be, all co-operating to effect cor
rection should courageously persist. The
task is one too vital to national as well as
individual well-being to be relinquished.
(Copyright, 1924.)
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS
Charity for revenue only is a mistake.
After hesitating a man often finds that it
is too late to act.
I The poet is born, but the liar is compelled
to acquire his art.
Before giving advice a wise man prepares
to dodge the consequences.
It takes a woman to make every word tell
when it comes to imparting secrets.
Lots of men suddenly become near-sighted
i when they start out to look for work.
HER MONEY
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
What has gone before.—Althea Cross
by inherits a fortune on condition Ilfat
she marry before she is thirty-five. She
falls in love with handsome young Dr.
Peter Graham and marries him without
teling him about the condition in the
wilL Eventually he hears gossips dis
v-uSSing it and assumes she married him
to get possession of the fortune. He be
comes cool and she assumes he married
her for her money. She becomes very
jealous of her husband’s kindly atten
tions to M*rs. Ruth Williams, a wealtny
patient, and also of the nurse in his of
fice, Mabel Howard. Althea meets Ken
neth Moore and his gaiety attracts her.
—Now go on with the story.
CHAPTER XLVIII
ALTHEA was descending the stairs when
Peter and a patient camp, into the
hall. Miss Howard was evidently the
subject of their conversation. Althea waited
quietly on the stairs and heard Peter say:
"I can’t tell exactly when Miss Howard
will return. She will stay with her little
sister, the crippled child I spoke of, until tb*
little girl is xvell on her way to recovery,
Then she will come back to me.” ,
"For all our sakes I hope it will be socij
the woman replied in a high, laughing
"She made one really feel as if they were
making an afternoon call while waiting to
see you. I liked to look at her sweet face
and serious brown eyes. Quite different
from your present incumbent,” she lowered
her voice. "There’s nothing about her to
make one want to look at her.”
In a moment she passed out and Peter
returned to his office.
The conversation had given her food for
thought. Mabel Howard was going to stay
with her sister until the child was almost
well. That would mean she xvas to go to
Mrs. Williams’ home when the child did.
Peter couldn’t show much affection for one
with the other, the girl who had declared
she loved him, in the room. But—perhaps
when he called Mrs. Williams would plan to
send Miss Howard out to walk, as she had |
sent her from the hospital room. No, there
would be nothing gained by the arrange
ment save keeping Miss Howard away from
the office. Althea decided as she went
about her shopping.'
She met Nell Blackwell for luncheon. Nell
was vix r acious as usual —aways good com
pany.
“Have you seen Town Gossip?” slip asked,
referring to a so-called society weekly.
“No; something particularly scandalous in
it?” Althea replied.
“Only that George Williams got into some
sort of a row in a restaurant the other
night. He had a party of chorus girls, it
seems, and there was no end of trouble.
Poor worban! I certainlj r feel sorry for Mrs.
Williams. I hope she doesn’t see it.”
"I thought you said some time ago they
were to separate,” Althea returned, thinking
she would buy the paper on'her xvay home.
“Oh, I was talking to Mrs. Walpole about
that! She knows Mrs. Williams very well.
She said she didnT believe it; that Ruth
Williams wasn't the kind of a woman who
would air her family troubles or do any
thing to make a. scandal.”
“It seems to me they are pretty well aired
as it is,” Althea said, "when things like that
are printed.” *,
"Yes —but that’s him. Her name never
has been mentioned. Mrs. Walpole also said '
Ruth Williams was too really good to leave
a man she had* married because he had
turned out different from xvhat she expected.
That he would have been dead long ago. if
she hadn’t stuck to him, nursed him after
his outbreaks, and kept his home for him.
I wonder if I could be so good if Rodney
should grow like Williams?” Nell invaria
bly brought Rodney into the conversation in
some way. "But my Rodney never could
cban-ge.”
Althea bought a copy of Town Gossip and
when Peter came up to dinner she said:
“Have you seen this w.eek’s TcAvn Gos
sip?”
"No —I never look at the thing. Why?’’
“Just a little article about the Williams'J
that’s all.”
"Have you got it?”
“Yes. I lunched with Nell and she told
me about it. I’ll get it for you.” She
handed him the paper, glad to have him
read what it said where she could watch
him.
"Horrible sheet!” Peter declared xvhen he
had frowningly finished the story. "It's a
shame to print such things with their in- "
nuendoes. They’re bound to hurt someone.”
“You mean his wife?”
“Yes —in this case. Perhaps some of
those with him also. But I hope Mrs. Y’Jt<
liams will not see it—or hear of it.
isn't apt to read that thing unless someorfa
gives it to her.”
“Then, you think a wife should be kept
in ignorance of what her husband does?”
Althea asked. h
“Yes—when he’s a brute.”
“But not otherwise?”
"Not necessarily, yet often it is for her
own good, her happiness not to know too
much.” I’eter was speaking in an abstract
ed manner, his thoughts un Mrs. Williams,
the article he had just read. "Men will be
men at times, go too far, some of them, yet
they aren't bad men and love their xvives.
In such cases it is better tlie wife be kept
in ignorance.”
“I’m glad to hear your opinion. How
about the wives? Should the husbands ba
kept in ignorance, too, if the wife sidesteps
occasionally? If she takes her fling, yet aa
you say loves him?”
"Now, you are getting too deep for me,”
Peter evaded. “I haven’t time to tell you
my opinion on that subject—of what is
right and proper for wives. I know too
little about it to express one, anyway.”
f t
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By Irvin S. Ccbb
Among gamblers there is a saying, and A
true one, that no matter how wise a guy may
be in his own line he’s always a sucker
some other fellow’s game. The expert confi
dence man goes against the crooked rouietlft' -
wheel. The promoter of fixed foot races bloats
his loot on faro.
It has remained for a sporting person wh(;se
specialty is poker to explain why, in his own
case, he fails to garner any profits when ,K&
invades a kindred field of endeavor. He went
to Belmont track one day to play the racesj
When he returned home in the evening he wag
penniless. The handbook-makers had
stripped him of his last dollar.
His wife took him to task.
"You certainly are a sucker,” she sai<£,
"Every time you go to the track you come
home cleaned out. . Why is it you always lose
there when you always can win at cards?” ,
“Well,” he said, "I've been thinking about*
that very thing myself, and I guess the answer
is that I don’t shuffle the horses.”
(Copyright, 192 3.)
ABE MARTIN SAYS "
A road's only as good tjs it's worst stretch.
Never Invest in anything you can’t step on.
We often wonder if th’ fiddler don’t have
a time collectin’ what’s cornin’ t’ him? Ona,
good thing about prohibition, we hain’t allua’
gettin’ fooled on a tack for a clove,
> (Copyright, 192 4.) *• :