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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
A good name is rather to be chosen than
great riches, and loving favour rather than
silver and gold. He that hath a bountiful
eye shall be blessed, for he giveth of his
bread to the poor. Cast out a scorner
and contention shall go out; yea, strife
and reproach shall cease. He that loveth
pureness of heart, for the grace of his lips
the king shall be his friend. Make no
friendship with an angry man, and with
a furious man thou shalt not go. Through
tvisdom is an house builded, and by un
derstanding it is established. Let another
man praise thee, and not thine own mouth;
a stranger, and not thine own lips.—
Proverbs.
Wk ere Inequality Pmckes
A WRITER in the Christian Science
Monitor, signing by initials only, has
given a very lucid exposition of the
arguments pro and con in the case of tax
exempt securities and some statistics that
will prove of Interest:
•' “The situation of a vast amount of
tax-free securities in Circulation has
arisen with comparative suddenness. In
1917 ‘tax emempts’ composed only 3.26
per cent of that part of million-dollar
estates comprised in stocks and bonds;
in 1920, according to the Internal
Revenue bureau, they comprised 14.5
per cent; in 1923, 41.98 per cent. Not
long ago, in Che accounting of the Wil
liam Rockefeller estate, only $7,000,-
000 was found in Standard oil securi
ties, while more than $44,000,000 was
in tax-exempt bonds.
* * #
“Non-taxable securities never proved
troublesome nor were they purchased
or issued in large numbers, till the im
position of the graduated income tax,
which is of comparatively recent origin.
Before then the tax-exempt privilege
meant about the same to everybody,
because the same tax was imposed uni
formly over the nation. But with a
graduated tax people suddenly discov
ered that, the richer you are, the
heavier was your tax, and consequent
ly the more you gained by Investing
In tax-free bonds.
“For example, to a man with $200,-
000 income today (taxed at 58 per
cent) the tax-exempt privilege on a
SI,OOO bond at 4 per .cent is worth
over S2O; to a man of moderate in
come it is worth only a few dollars,
while a poor man cannot afford to buy
a bond at such low interest at all.
The same bond, therefore, means more
to one man than to another, respects
class distinctions, and, as has been
said, creates a ‘tax-exempt aristocracy
out of the wealthiest part of the com
munity. ’ . , .
“Asked why the straightforward
words of the Sixteenth amendment,
that congress shall ‘have the power to
levy and collect Incomes from what
ever .source derived,’ do not accomplish
what they say, and give congress the
right of taxing state ‘tax-free’ securi
ties, it is answered by certain legal
authorities that the Sixteenth amend
ment was passed for one particular ob
ject, to legalize the Income tax, and
that, that object having been obtain
ed. the amendment does not alter prior
legal precedents. Opinion of the su
preme court appears to tend to this
view.”
Says thia statistician; “There are be
tween 130,000,000,000 and $40,000,000.-
000 ln w privately held securities outstand
ing in America,” wholly or in part exempt
from taxation. The amount totally exempt
la $12,300,000,000.
Os course, any legislation, Including the
proposed constitutional amendment, cannot
affect the atatus of United States bonds
and securities which, on their face, are
free of taxation, but such amendment could
and would reach all others.
The great evil In the tax exempt system
waa tersely set forth by former Assistant
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Secretary of the Treasury Leffiugwell in
these words;
“I think the Issue of tax-exempt
bonds is a very great evil; first,' be
cause it diverts capital from the pro
ductive enterprises of business men,
and subsidizes the wasteful and de
ferable expenditures of political au
thorities; second, because it under
mines the public revenues and public
credit; and third, because ‘lt violate#,
the fundamental principle of equality
in taxation, and discriminates In favor
of unearned incomes against earned
incomes.”
Senator Fall s Ckickens Come
Ho me to Roost
THE melancholy picture of Albert B.
Fall, “a sick man,” arriving at Wash
ington in the rain of a wintry midnight,
his slouch hat pulled far down and his shoul
ders stooped as if by weight of the dark dis
closures concerning him, recalls another
sombre scene of some four years ago, iu
which another sick man played the major
part.
It was at the White House that this other
episode befell, end the central figure was the
President of the United States. For weeks
Woodrow Wilson had been confined to bed,
convalescing from a physical breakdown
brought on by the long strain of self-forget
ting labors in the cause of national honor
and world peace. For weeks the rank and
file of his coirnutrymen had -welcomed each
word of cheer from his bedside, admiring his
resolute battle for new strength, all solicit
ous, all sympathetic. But at the other end
of Pennsylvania avenue sat a Senator who
had fought the President’s policies bitterly,
and who could not abide the thought of a
truce, not even in the shadow of this pa
thetic Illness. By all manner of Innuendoes
he waged pygmy war against the stricken
giant. “What was the matter w'ith Mr, Wil
son?” “When would he be back at his
desk?” “Was he mentally, as well as phys
ically, impaired?” “Was he receiving callers,
or signing papers?” “Was the government
functioning?” So ran the Senator’s fusil
lade, till at last he succeeded in having him
self designated as one of a committee to
call upon the President and as an eye witness
ascertain his condition. Into the sick room
he went, pert and prying. He found Mr.
Wilson, as others on the visiting commit
tee attested, worn by illness, but bright of
eye, cheery and gracious of word, as nimble
witted as of old —an astonishing if not dis
concerting revelation to him who had. come
to see If the government was functioning.
That ’relentlessly curious Senator was—O
Nemesis'—none other than the Honorable
Albert B. Fall, afterwards secretary of the
interior in the Harding cabinet, from which
public sentiment forced his resignation, and
now summoned to explain to an investigat
ing committee of his erstwhile colleagues his
one hundred thousand-dollar part in the
government oil lease scandal.
“I’m a sick man,” said the former Senator
to the newspaper reporters who accosted him
upon his arrival at Washington in the
shrouding chill of midnight rain, and by one
of whom he is pictured in this wise: “Once
a fire-eater, a determined figure who pushed
through to his objectives, tolerating no in
terference, Fall is now a feeble,, crushed old
man. His weary eyes showed dully through
his spectacles. He had the look of one
haunted, with little fight left in him.” A
sick man, indeed, whose malady, we fear,
lies too far, too deep for physic’s aid. And
the Senate committee now insists upon as
certaining how that part of the governrment
for which he, as secretary of the interior,
was responsible, functioned when private in
terests were seeking to gain control of inval
uable public oil fields.
.His friend, Doheny, the California oil mag
nate, testifying that he lent Secretary Fall
one hundred thousand dollars on the latter’s
unsecured note, admits that subsequently the
Doheny interests obtained from the interior
department a lease on certain naval reserve
oil lands from which he expects to realize a
profit of one hundred 1 million dollars. The
negotiations, it appears, were secret; and the
lands were those which three Presidents—j-
Roosevelt, Taft and Wilson—had unswerv
ingly refused to release, regarding them as
all-important sources of fuel for the oil
burning vessels of the navy. It is not be
lieved that the future stages of the investi
gation, which still has far to go, will tend
to improve Mr. Fall’s condition.
Nor can the pity of having to probe thus
into a sick man's record be gainsaid. Had
he been less ruthless in prosecuting his own
plans and in sating his own curiosity, the
present situation might be more sufferable;
at least it would lack so sharp a sting of
irony. But Mr. Fall, poor man, must now
behold his chickens coming home to roost, a
cheerless, ill-omened flock. Some are even
so inconsiderate as to remind him that in his
testimony to the Senate committee a month
ago he persistently denied having ever re
ceived so much as a penny’s loan from the
Doheny interests.
Truth to tell, the committee's case appears
remarkably like that of which certain Euro
pean statesmen who were studying the pre
dicament of Turkey in 1844 are reported to
have said, “We have on our hands a sick
man, a very sick man.” Howbeit, the investi
gation must proceed; and so inquisitive a
mind as former Senator Fall's can but ap
preciate the spirit of the hour; can but feel
gratified, indeed, as he realizes that the gov
, eminent is still functioning.
THE LOVE TRAP
HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
What has gone before. — Gail Martin
has been engaged to George Hartley
for two years w(ien she discovers that
he is in love with another woman. She
gives him his freedom, but when he
goes to the other girl with an offer of
marriage, she laughs in his face. Gail
longs to get out of town, but her
father refuses to give her the necessary
money. Then suddenly, out of a clear
sky, Gail’s Great-aunt Debbie dies and
Gail is mentioned in the will.— Now go
on with the story.
CHAPTER XXIII
Faithcr and Daughter
THE letter from California arrived two
days later, and, because Henry Martin
brought it himself, from the postoffice,
Gail was forced to open and read it while
her mother, father and Buddy looked on.
Gail’s eyes were starry when she finally
raised them from the typewritten sheet.
“She’s left me a great deal of money, she
said, her breath catching as she spoke. “Five
thousand dollars! Why, it hardly seems pos
sible.”
“Five thousand dollars,” Henry Martin re
peated, “here, let’s see.” And he took the
letter from Gail’s unresisting fingers.
“By George, that's right,” he «aid, after a
moment. “She has left you i>o,ooo. Well,
Gail, that’ll be a nice little uestegg. You
can put it in the bank for a rainy day, and
your interest will about to S2OO a year.”
Gail threw her head back quickly. It had
come at last, the suggestion from her father
that she had been expecting, and now was
the time to let them all know that she was
determined not to be coerced. After all,
the money was hers, to do with as she
pleased.
“I’m not going to put it in the bank!” she
said defiantly.
“Not going to put it in the bank? Well,
I’d like to know what else you’d do with
$5,000. That’s a lot of money, do you
know it? You certainly are going to put it
in the bank just as soon as you receive it.”
Henry Martin’s voice was harsh with au
thority and Mrs. Martin hastily intervened.
“Please, Henry, don’t lose you temper.
There’s no need of talking like that to Gail.”
“Then let hep take care what she says.”
“But I meant what I said, father. I have
no intention of putting it in the bank. After
all, why should I? I don’t want money for
a rainy day, I want it ndw, while I’m young,
■while it will mean something to me. I’m
going to spend that money, every cent of it!”
“Gosh,” from Buddy, “how can anyone
spend $5,000? It can’t be done!”
Gail did not answer. She was looking
into the future, a rosy glowing future
evolved from the money Aunt Debbie had
left her. With $5,000 it was possible to do
almost anything. First of all, she would
leave Dalesburg. She would go to the city,
and after that who could tell what awaited
her? Delicious thrills of expectation swept
over her; the dream became so real that she
could almost imagine herself living it. And
then her father’s voice broke in on her
thoughts and brought her to earth. “Are
you crazy, Gail; do you know what you are
saying?”
I’m not crazy, father. I’m sane for the
first time in my life. Os course, I can’t ex
pect you to agree with me, but I see no rea
son why I shouldn’t have my chance. There's
nothing here in Dalesburg, for me or any
gill. It isn t fair that a thing like a broken
engagement should mean the end of life for
me, and I’m sure if Aunt Debbie were alive
she’d say the same thing. She’d understand,
I’m convinced of it!”
Henry Martin’s face became scarlet as he
glared at his daughter. He opened his
mouth to speak, and for a moment the words
would not come, then they issued from his
mouth in a burst of rage.
“If you’re in earnest and intend to do this
thing. I’m through with you. Don’t think
you can come whining back alter your money
is gone, for you can’t. I won’t have you!
When you leave this house, you go for good.
Do you (Understand that? You’ll be as dead
to me as though you’d never been born.”
“Henry, think what you are saying.” The
tears are running down Mrs. Martin’s face.
But as she put her hand on his arm as though
to expostulate with liim l he shook it off and
strode out of the room.
CHAPTER XXIV
Thrilling Plans
THE news that Gail Martin, was an
heiress spread like wildfire through
Dalesburg. In a town of such a size
$5,000 was.a great deal of money, and many
were the conjectures as to what would hap
pen next.
“I’ll bet George Hartley is sick! I’ll wa
ger he wishes he’d never seen that city girl,”
were some of the comments passed. And
then, close upon the heels of the first bit of
news came the second and choice morsel.
Gail Martin was going to take every cent of
the money and go to the city. Buddy did his
share of spreading this about town, and,
hands in his pockets, he boasted proudly to
all his cronies.
“Yes, sir; she's going to spend every cent.
Pa’s mad as a hornet. He went down" to see
Mr. Ames about it, but Mr. Ames says there
isn’t any one who can do a thing about it.
Gail’s of age, and it’s her money. She can
spend it, or put it in the bank, just as she
likes, and she's going to spend it!”
These were proud days for Buddy. He
had never been so important, for not only
did his own gang listen respectfully to every
thing he had to say, but he was forced to
answer the questions of older people, and it
was possible for him to boast as much as he
liked.
As for Gail, she began deliberately to plan
her future. With the knowledge that she
was no longer dependent and helpless, she
was able to think clearly for the first time
since she had realized that George had
ceased to care. For a time she had been
swamped with misery, but now, at last, she
was able to lift up her head again, and the
more she thought about it the more she real
ized that the loss of George had not mattered
so much to her as the humiliation of being
jilted.
At first this knowledge shocked her. She
stood aghast before it. She had loved George
for so long, she had dreamed for two years
of being his wife, and now to find
herself facing the fact that she no
longer cared for him was unbelievable.
She felt almost as if she had never really
known herself, and certainly there had
sprung up in her a certain hardness that had
never manifested itself in her nature. This
hardness enabled her to match her will
against her father’s, to refuse to allow him
to intimidate her. And yet Gail was not
really hard, for toward her mother she had
never been s\> sweet and understanding, and
between the two there was a bond that had
never been present before.
Gail was young enough to have one idea
firmly fixed in her mind. She believed that
she had lost George to Fay because of Fay s
sophistication, her charm, her woman-of-the
world manner. Gail intended, once she was
free, to cultivate everything that had made
Fay so irresistible. She. too, would be so
phisticated; she, too, would wear ultra-smart
frocks and develop a personality.
“Girls who live in small towns have no
chance to develop personality and charm.”
she said to herself over and over. “It's as
though they were all cut from the same bolt
of cloth, and what can they do about it
unless they get « chance to escape?"
Strangely enough, Gail felt no fear at
HON. LLOYD GEORGE SAYS “.MORE WAR,
l IN EUROPE”
FROM what can be gathered from pub-’
lished reports, Europe is going by
leaps and bounds into another war pe
riod. Hon. Lloyd George is certainly cogni
zant of the condition of European countries;
He may have issued a. warning of approach
ing trouble, in the hope that the populace
might stop and think in time to scotch the
rush downwards. ,
There is in the United States an evident
determination to make the League of Ntu
tions again a vital issue, and the demorali
zation which always ravages any nation
which is coerced into bloody strife, makes
the war issue uncertain as to results, and
dangerous to us.
To one who lived through the Civil war
and who saw the facility as well as the ra
pidity by which a civil war can be made to
function between people of the same race
and color, and between every-day citizens of
a republic, will always understand that war
can be predicted and war can run over all
prudence, common sense, and everything
else that hinders the onrush, when people
indulge in hate and are seeking revenge for
supposed injuries and determined to rule or
ruin.
My mind was old enough to be active dur
ing the fateful year of 1860. I read the
history of current events in the newspapers;
I heard blood and thunder speeches on
Southern rights and of slavery as an institu
tion ordained of God and guaranteed by the
constitution; but when South Carolina se
ceded from the union on December 20, 1860,
I was thunderstruck at the rashness of our
Southern neighbor and filled with alarm as
to the future of the republic. Afterwards
there was a mad rush.
There was no one in the South more at
tached to her native soil and people than
myself, but my heart sunk within me when
Georgia met in state convention and was
shoved, also, out of the union, within thirty
six hours, and before the people at home had
heard .what had been said or done during
that limited period. I stood In my back
yard to listen to the cannon that were firing
in Rome to celebrate the passage of seces
sion, with a shrinking heart, and prayed God
in deep humility to watch over the innocent
and the helpless.
All this goes to show that war recognizes
no limit or boundary when human passion
gets the uppermost of the leaders of human
kind, when blood lust assumes violent con
trol of the situation, and hate paralyzes the
mind, also the judgment, of the very turbu
lent.
England is crowded with the unemployed
at this time. Never since Cromwell’s time
has the throne been in such jeopardy as it is
today. In Cromwell’s time Charles I. lost
his head. When a similar revolt is gather
ing force and strength it may break loose
in other unexpected places. (
Hon. Lloyd George has clear vision. He
has had experience. He more ably than any
Learning By Living Through
By Dr. Frank Crane
THERE ar© several ways of learning
things, but the best way is to live
through them.
Speaking of the race or the commonality
of mankind, that is about the only effective
way it learns anything.
What a vast deal of things the human
species has lived through!
There is the fear of the unknown, such as
the dread of God, of death and the forces of
nature. What ages it took to live through
these things and discover how to adjust our
selves to them!
There is the divine right of kings. The
king way is of course the simplest and most
obvious way of maintaining order. It had
every reason in its favor except the fact that
it will not work. It is all right for the kings
and their favorites, but it is poor business
for the people.
There is the idea that some people are
born to toil and others to play. What gen
erations of slavery and tyranny and unjust
privilege we have had to go through to get
that poison out of our consciousness. And
it is not entirely out yet.
And about the only way we are going to
learn the truth about war is to live through
it. Heaven knows it would seem as if we
had lived through enough wars. But we
haven't. After the last war, most horrible
of all wars, the nations all slunk back into
the same old rotten system which automatic
ally produces war, and discarded all those
leaders that would change the system. The
nation myth still holds.
Then there is the idea that plagues and
pestilences are Divine punishment, to be
avoided by prayer instead of by cleaning up.
What hectacombs of human corpses had to
be piled up before we got rid of that notion.
And what is true of the race is also true
of the individual. Every generation of young
fools have to try out old experiments of folly,
they have to live through the same fatuous
idiocy as their forefathers lived through be
fore them.
A boy has to live through puppy love and
self-conceit as he lives through the measles.
So it is only the centuries, by a slow, cos
mic process, that can teach humanitv what is
worth while.
This seems a very long and tedious, waste
ful and expensive process. But it is nature’s
way. and perhaps nature knows her business.
Os course, any one of us could tell the
world exactly what to do in order to bring
about the Millenium tomorrow.
But nature insists on growing things. She
knows no other way.
That is even true of ideas. It takes hun
dreds, sometimes thousands of years for the
human race to grasp an idea.
Christianity, for instance, has been on the
globe some two thousand years, and we are
just beginning to understand wliat it means.
(Copyright, 1923.)
ABE MARTIN SAYS—
V© wonder how long it’s been since any
woman horsewhipped a masher fer makin’
p) eg at her? Outspoken people alius seem t’ i
be fond o’ onions.
Look out fer th’ feller who says money
hain t ever thing. Ther's nothin’ in fergittin’
our troubles when we know they’re waitin’
out in front.
(Copyright, 19 24.)
taking such a step as she contemplated. She
was quite well aware that having taken it,
she could not expect to turn back. If she
did not make good, if happiness did not come
to her, she would have only herself to blame,
and, of course, she was taking a big chance;
she was staking everything she had on the |
future.
Once Gail had read in the Dtrlesburg Press |
an editorial copied from one of the big met- i
ropolitan papers. This editorial’ had for its I
theme the old idea of “nothing venture, noth- t
ing have,” and Gail had never forgotten it.
“Clean gambling makes for progress,” the
editorial had said: “ony be sure never to
take a chance on anything that is not your j
own.”
“Aunt Debbie’s money is mine,” Gail rea- '
soned. and on that point she was certainly
right.
Thursday—“ The First Doubt” and “New 1
York!” Look at the label on your paper and
if your subscribtion expires “1 F’eb 24" or
••t<> Fel> 24,” renew now so as not. to miss
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THE COUNTRY HOME
BY MRS. W. H. FELTON
TUESDAY, JANUARY 20, 1024.
of his countrymen understands the political,
the ethical and intellectual significance of
the war policy of modern England. He knew
the risks as well as the possibilities of a war
with Germany. He has seen the difficulties
that followed the armistice. He visualized
the, gospel of hate, and he knows that Brit
ish interests remain in slippery places.
Ireland has borne a great deal where
might made right, and Lloyd George predicts
another war. His late visit to the United
Stales was serene on the face of it, but he
would like to be certain that the United
States will again be managed by another
president with British predilections and
prone to flattery as the mainspring of his
activities and his weakness. The coming
war (that which Lloyd George expects to
arrive) will not be allied with France, be
cause the French are attempting to monopo
lize all the German interests, and French
authorities have their hands full with a
continual war with Germany. Germany is
slowly getting on her feet, industrially. The
kaiser is permitted to sleep and eat in
peace and the Queen of Holland promised
to shelter him, and does it! His days and
nights are. undisturbed. He has abdicated
the throne and bought such peace as he has
by abdication. He had his fling, so to speak,
in Bismarck’s time. He was amazingly for
tunate that he did not pay the fearful price
with his life in the World’s war. It is en
tirely improbable that England has any de
sire to interrupt or annoy Kaiser William,
the cousin of King George.
The coming war will operate nearer
home, to Lloyd George, perhaps, or Japan
may feel inclined to regulate China or Rus
sia. We shall know it when it arrives—or
read about it in the papers.
God pity us if we allow this republic to
be entangled with England, France or Ger
many again. In my humble opinion we
never had any call to send American soldiers
to protect an English throne, a Belgian
throne or an Italian throne,' with a fool idea
of making those countries “safe for democ
racy.” At no time, in no place, in no com
pany and with no League or World Court
had we the call to “butt in” and attempt to
pet three thrones or punish any other throne
on the eastern continent. We were unwise
to do so.
Fifty years from now the facts of history
will be set down without fear or favor of
any man, set of men, company or corpora
tion,, on either continent—the real truth.
At the present time we have correct in
formation as to what the World’s war did
for America. It called forth all the sinister
and all-powerful forces that lie back in ev
ery war program. We exchanged all the
new, inspiring, progressive and satisfying
values in the every-day life in the United
States for the welter of a bloody conflict in
Europe, which has set back this country
fifty years. It was a fearful holocaust. We
forgot the true destiny of a government
by the people, for all the people. Heaven
save us from another world's war!
WEATHER INFLUENCES
By H. Addington Bruce
WHAT weather conditions exert a pro
found influence on human behavior
has long been insisted by numerous
savants. Elaborate statstical studies have
been made regarding the relation between
the state of the weather and such ma’tters as
crime, suicide, ill-temper, and loss of working
efficiency.
One thing, however, that does not seem to
have been sufficiently stressed by investiga
tors of weather Influences is the posibility
that when weather .does affect behavior ad.,
versely, this may be not so much because of
the weather itself as because of predisposing
conditions in the person unfavorably influ
enced.
For instance, in a summary of weather in
fluences on the efficiency of a group of bank
clerks, we find one investigator, Edwin
Grant Dexter, recording:
“Clerical errors were to be found generally
excessive during the warmer, and deficient
during the colder months, with some excep
tions noted; but slightly affected by changes
in temperature except sor 1 a marked increase
in number for great heat, of less than nor
mal prevalence for low, and more for mod
erate readings of the barometer; generally de
ficient for slight humidities and excessive for
great.”
But now, supposing a similar study wer'e
made of the efficiency of a group of men and
women engaged, not in routine clerical work,
but in creatve work in which all of them
were intensely interested, is it certain that
similar weather effects would be found?
Is it not possible that because their work
was not of a sort to command interested at
tention, the bank clerks of Dexter's survey
were more than ordinarily responsive to
change in the weather?
In the opinion of some present-day psychol
ogists, this is more than a possibility. In
especial they deplore, the habit many people
have of all the time fussing about the weather
and its real or fancied influences on them.
To quote Dr. A. A. Roback, a teacher of
psychology in Harvard University:
“We may say with certainty that once a
person becomes immersed in an ambitious
idea, the influence of weather conditions Wil!
be but slight.
"As a rule those who keep thinking con
tinually about the weather do not belong to
the industrious portion of humanity. They
remind us of the office boy or typist who
is on very familiar terms with the time
piece.”
This is hard doctrine, yet everyday ob
servation goes to bear it out. In fact, let a
person be exceedingly interested in anything,
and there may even be an evading of the
physiological as well as psychological effects
of weather.
The Yale-Harvard football game of last No
vember provides an instance to the point. It
was played in the heaviest rain of the au
tumn. Yet many thousands of persons saw
it through, nor did an epidemic of colds, in
fluenza and pneumonia result.
Theie can be but the one explanation that
the intensity of the spectators’ interest in the
game temporarily raised their level of bodily
resistivity against the chill and wet of that
November afternoon. If Interest can thus
avert unfavorable bodily influences of weather,
it is unreasonable to believe that it must
have a still more marked protective value in
respect to unfavorable mental Influences?
Think this over—particularly if you are
among those who have to admit that you are
not genuinely interested in your daily work.
(Copyright, 1924.)
It is usually a great shock to a woman to
discover later in the game that her husband
knew exactly what he was talking about.
Consistency is a jewel, but so many people
do not care for jewelry.
And the man who knows it all never fails
to tell a little more.
Money is probably called “dough” because
a man needs it for his daily bread.
HER MONEY •
BY CAROLYN BEECHER </■
What Has Gone Before. Althea I
Crossley inherits a fortune on condi- i
tlon that she marry before she is
thirty-five. She falls in love with
handsome Peter Graham and marries f
him without telling him about the ,
condition in the will. Eventually he ,
hears gossips discussing it and as
sumes she married him to get posses
sion of the fortune. He becomes cool
and she assumes he married her for i
her money. She becomes very jealous ,
of her husband's kindly attentions to [•
Mrs. Ruth Williams, a wealthy patient, >
and also of the nurse in his office, ;
Mabel Howard. Althea meets Kenneth
Moore and his gaiety attracts her. —■ “
Now go on with the story, J
CHAPTER L.
lITTLE Doris was ensconced in the
room that had been fitted up for the
little boy whom no skill could save.
The moving had tired her but Peter was
sure it was for the best and that after she
had rested it would hasten her recovery.
While everything possible had been done
for her at the hospital, the home, atmos
phere, the change and, the attention she.
would receive, coupled, with the
in her immediate surroundings, gave
hope that she would improve more
“This is nicer than the hospital,” she had
< told him as she clung to him, hey wasted
arms about his neck.
“Indeed, it is, young lady, and see you
hurry up and get well!” Peter replied in
the tone he now used to her. “All you’ve
got to do is to eat and play.”
“That won’t be hard —the play. I don’t
want to eat.”
“No eat, no play!” he returned, laughing.
“You promised to mind me, you know, and
you must eat every single thing they give
you. I know it will be so good that when'
I .come tomorrow I’ll find you smacking
your lips and asking for more.”
“I’ll try to eat, really I will,” she said,
smiling up at Peter.
“That’s my good little girl,” and he
brushed her golden curls with his lips.
“Come soon, won’t you, Doctor Peter?”
she her eyes following him.
“Os course, I will. I couldn’t stay away
from my pet patient if I tried,” he said
as he went out, followed by Miss Howard.
“She’ll get well quickly here,” he told,
her after he had given some necessary di- 1
rections, “but we must be very careful
that she is well nourished. It will be
some time before the casts can be removed,-
before we can be absolutely sure—although
I feel confident she will walk.”
“Oh, Doctor! If she does it seems to me
I shall have all I can ever wish for. Isn't’
she a darling?”
“Indeed, she is, Miss Howard, a very
lovely child, and a lovely character. Her
patience and obedience have saved her life.
Had she been a fretful child, all the skill'
in the world would not have pulled her .
through.”
“And it is so wonderful in Mrs. William»
to take us in. She has asked mother to
come here and occupy that small room ad
joining mine. Mother objected until Mrs,
Williams assured her she could assist in
the household. Her hpusekeeper is ill,
wants a vacation. So mother is coming,
too. I did not know there were such wom
en in the world —women like Mrs. V» il
liams.”
“I’m afraid there aren’t many so un
selfish, so anxious to do good. She is
especially tender with children. You ar®
right, she is wonderful.” ’
Peter walked home, glad to get the ex
ercise. His little patient was now so near
he could do this with a clear conscience,
not feeling he was taking too much time
from his work. As he swung along breath
ing deeply, his shoulders squared, he mut
tered :
“Yes, she is wonderful. The best
woman I ever have known.”
Althea, coming in from a shopping trip,
heard Peter’s voice raising angrily, and
stopped to listen. Then she heard Miss
Bundy’s whining voice. The office door
was suddenly flung open and Peter said:
“I’ll have no nurse in my office who
smells of liquor.”
“it was only a drop I took for the pain
In my back,” Miss Bundy whined. “I took -
it for medicine.” *
Althea, whose presence had not been dis- •
covered, moved quietly up the stairs, then
waited on the landing. She had imagined
once or twice that she had noticed th®
smell of liquor on the nurse, but had said
nothing. Now she listened, angry th at A. y
Peter should have discovered it. It would”
make it harder to persuade him to keep
her.
“You may go home for the rest of the
day.” It was Peter speaking. “I’ll attend
to the door myself. And the next tlm®-
it happens you may go for good.”
“ft won’t happen again,” Miss Bundy
wept. “i’ll never touch a drop if I’m
dying.” Peter had turned back into his
office and the nurse, with a look of hate on
her plain, wnisky reddened face, went out,
Althea flew to the window.
“Why, she’s drunk” she said, horrified,
as she saw the nurse walk uncertainly.
“He'll never keep her now.”
“What were you and Miss Bundy talk
ing so loudly about?” she asked Peter
when he came upstairs. “I could hear your
voices plainly.”
“She was intoxicated. I’ve put up with*
her about as long as I can. Claimed sh®
was sick —took whisky for a pain.”
“I think she hasn’t felt well,” Althea ex- 1
cused her. “You are hard on her,
think.” *
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Q. What were the casualties and what wa*
the fate of the “Light Brigade?” E. V. D. W. ‘
A. The order for the charge read as fol- "-
lows: “Lord Raglan wishes the cavalry to
advance rapidly to the front and to try to ’
prevent the enemy carrying away the guns. - '
French cavalry is on your left.” The Light
Brigade advanced straight to its front and.
soon came under fire from the guns on both
flanks. Five minutes later the guns in front
got in their fire. Only two formed bodies of
the Light Brigade found their way back. The
brigade lost 24 7 men and 497 horses out of
a total strength of 673 engaged in tne
charge which, from first to last, occupied .
20 minutes.
Q. How many foreigners are legally al- ■»
lowed to enter the I'nited States in one day?
In one week? W. L. S.
A. According to the Labor Review the
total number of immigrants admissible to
the United States during the fiscal year
1923-24 is 357,803. This averages 980 im- -
migrants a day, or 6,860 a deek.