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A BIBLE/THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Let the wicked forsake his ways, and the
unrighteous man his thoughts; and let him
return unto the Lord, and He will have
mercy upon him, and to our God, for
He will abundantly pardon. For My
thoughts are not your thoughts, neither
are your ways My ways, saith the Lord.
For as the heavens are high above the
earth, so are My ways higher than your
ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts.
; For as the rain cometh down, and the
- t ' snow from heaven, and returneth not
thither, but watereth the earth, and mak
eth it bring forth and bud, that it may
give seed to the sower and bread to the
eater, so shall My word be that goeth
out of My mouth; it shall not return unto
Me void. —Isaiah 55:7-11.
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Ben F'ranklin's Faith
IT is significant that the birth month of
Benjamin Franklin, after the drift of two
hundred and elghten years, should find
his countrymen of today recalling with grati
tude, not only his rare contributions to
” statesmanship, education, social service,
physical science and material progress, but
also and particularly to the life of man’s
spirit. We used to be told at school that
’ there were two outlooming personalities in
the early annals of American thought-—Jona
than Edwards, the idealist, and Franklin,
the doer. The impression was left that
Benjamin, inasmuch as he mingled heartily
with the .world, instead of getting sicklied
o’er with the “pale cast of thought,” must
stand forever as protagonist of the unspirit
ual if not the earthy in our national litera
ture. But time, the old justice who tries all
men well, is giving the cheery philosopher
his due.
He is admired now more than ever as one
who “snatched the lightning from heaven
and their scepter from tyrants.” What he
did for science and for the freeing and
forming of America are the more valued,
the more they are scrutinized. Only the
other day his definition of electricity was
quoted by a distinguished writer on the sub
ject as an example of marvelous discern
ment: “The electrical matter consists -of
particles extremely subtle, since it can per
meate common matter, even the densest,
with such freedom and ease as not to re
ceive any appreciable resistance.” Such was
Franklin’s conception a century and a half
before men talked of “electrons.” But that
is no more characteristic of him than his pa
tient working out and bold declaration of
the following creed, in an age restless with
all manner of questioning: “That there is
one God, Who made all things; That He
governs the world by His providence. That
He ought to be worshiped by adoration,
prayer and thanksgiving. But that the most
acceptable service to God is doing good to
man. That the soul is immortal. And that
God will certainly reward virtue and punish
vice, either here or hereafter.” These be
liefs he held, not as a second-hand formula,
but as the living, growing fruit of a per
sonal conviction and experience.
Still more impressive, both in themselves
and as a revelation of Franklin s spirit, are
his historic words to the framers of the Con
stitution: “We have searched for three
weeks in political darkness and have found
\ nothing. Let us invoke the divine guidance
i of the Father of Light upon our proceedings.
I ’me longer I live and the more I know, the
| more I believe that God governs in the af
fairs of men; and if the sparrow cannot
fall without his notice, is it probable that
an empire can rise without his assistance?
'Except the I. ord build the house, they labor
in vain that build it.’ I firmly believe this;
and I also believe that without his concur
ring aid shall succeed in our political
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building no better than the ‘ builders of
Babel.”
The idealist's faith was stated by Jona
than Edwards more, imposingly than this, but
for the rank and file of human hearts, not
half so effectively. Wise old Ren, keen
watcher of the world and kind helper of his
fellows, whose frailties he scanned gently
because, he shared them; little though he
knew of theology, how rich he was in faith
and love!
Broken Budgets
Governmental budgets are ma-? to
be kept, not broken. So, at least, says
theory. But as a master student of
human effairs observed long ago, “The brain
may devise laws fore blood, but a hot
temper leaps o’er a cold decree.” What is
a budget between political friends?
Against this easy-going disregard of busi
ness plans President Coolidge now comes
with emphatic protest. Addressing a confer
ence of federal executive officers this week,
he declares that he will countenance no over
stepping of a 'department’s appropriation,
save in the most serious emergencies. “We
are all the servants of the people of this
nation,” he said. “When Congress, repre
senting the people, has appropriated the
funds with which to carry on the business
of government, we must confine our opera
tions within the limits of those funds. We
have neither the authority nor the right to
incur obligations beyond them. On the other
hand, our plain duty is to make every pos
sible effort to effect some savings. ... 1 say
to you frankly that except where specifically
auth°”!zed by law, I will not countenance the
incurring of obligations in excess of appro
priations. lam equally frai in saying that
I do not look with favor upon the practice
of asking for additional funds f r • the year
in progre: ■ These latter reque s, common
ly known as supplementa estimates, m
justified occasionally to meet contingencies
arising after the budget has been sent to
Congress, or to mot obligations authorized
Uy law. It is only in such c?.~es that the
chief executive will favor he transmission to
Congress of supplemental estimates.”
Prosaic as they are, these words are of high
practical import to Americans. The budget
system was introduce:! into government with
a view to effecting sorely needed economy.
Faithfully adhered to, it will go far toward
checking extravagance, discovering ineffi
ciency, "nd establishing businesslike admin
istration. But the best of plcns is service
able only to the extent that it is pursued. A
broken resolution is worse than no resolution
and a brok budget is little better.
THE UNGRAMATICAL
By Dr. Frank Crane
THE most forceful port of a language con
sists in those words and phrases used
by the uneducated.
Correct speaking means uniform speaking.
All cultured people talk aIL e. At least, they
are called truly cultured in degree as they
conform to a single standard of usage and
pronunciation.
The more educated, traveled, and polished
a man is the less strikingly is his locution.
The inure one is provincial, uneducated, and
narrow the more picturesque his talk.
The speech of a Louisiana negro who has
had no. schooling is fascinating, rich in dis
tinctive color.
The dialect of a Tennessee mountaineer is
as marked in flavor as his moonshine whisky,
as ruggedly unique as his mountain scenery.
A Canadian habitant’s everyday conversa
tion is as original as a poem of Kipling.
On .the contrary, the words of a Harvard
professor and of an instructor in the Nebaska
State University might be duplicates of the
same phonographic record.
Education is a great advantage; to say
otherwise would be heresy; but. it is, except
in rcre cases, fatal to individuality.
As a matter of fact, if we could drop our
snobbishness and consider things as they
really are, and estimate human values with
scientific accuracy, we should see < that the
street arab, the baseball fan. the backwoods
farmhand, the Maine lumberman, and the
western trapper actually talk poetry all the
time.
Their lingo is soaked with their locality,
steeped with their individuality.
Educated persons usually taste of nowhere.
Their talk is homeless.
A bright young lady at a Paris boarding
housi was asked her native place. “Are you
from London?” “No.” “Paris?” “No.”
“Where are yon from?” “I? lam not from
London, not from Paris, not from Vienna,
not from New York. 1 am from Table
d’Hote! ”
She belonged to that colorless, drab, un
fixed. unmarked, dull cla •« that fill the pen
sions and “board-and-lodging” houses of Eu
rope and America.
A language grows from the bottom. All
the new words that are rich and vital, strong
with the very genius of the idiom, poetical
and ingenious, arise from what is called
slang. These words, like everything • e\v, are
at first called naughty and highly improper;
after a while they became highly respectable,
like the second gener ’on of prosperous com
moners in England.
For that matter, every langua o - no,, ex
tant was once a dialect and born in ignorance.
French, Italian, and Spanish are corrupted
Latin. English Is the diction of slaves and
robbers, now grown to include a hodge-podge
of very tongue.
Os course, we should all speak properly
and never use rude slang terms, but it might
be well to remember that the scientists, the
literati, and all the rest of the learned world
import no new strength int • the racial
speech; they bring only technical terms,
'which they steal bodily from the classics, and
which are only used in shop talk, whereas
the fountain of perpetual uth in any tongue
is the common people.
(Copyright, 1923.)
ABE MARTIN SAYS—
Things that used t’ be within reach of al!
are now “comparatively cheap.” It must be
awful t’ try U find a present fer a rich wife.
■ (Copyright, 1924.)
THE LOVE TRAP
HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
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. Gail ■
gives him his freedom, but when he
proposes marriage to Fay Morrison, the
other girl, she laughs at the idea. Gail
longs to get away from the gossip that
sweeps the town, but, her lather re
fuses to give her the necessary money.
Just when things look darkest, Gail’s
great-aunt Debbie dies, and leaves the
girl $5,000. Gail resolves to take the
money and break away from Dalesburg
forever.-.—Now go on with the story.
CHAPTER XXVII
A New Arrival
GAIL’S choice of a hotel had been based
on some advice given to her by the
president of the Dalesburg First Na
tional banl<. Gail had unconsciously con
fided more of her plans to him than she
had intended, and. with a twinkle in his
eye, he had tactfully mentioned the hotel to
Gail as one he himself liked very much.
Alec Garfield was not the typical small
town man. He had ample means and he
had begn abroad a couple of times. When
news of Gail's decision to spend her money
had swept Dalesburg he had admired the
girl's spirit. He himself thought the prob
lem of the girl caught in the trap of a
small town was a grave one, and he was
one of the few who did not think Gail’s ex
periment a mad escapade.
And so it was through Alex Garfield that
Gail went to the fairly small, but quite ex
clusive hotel on Thirty-first street, and,
though she was inwardly panicky, as under
the e.ves of the supercilious clerk she
signed her name , in the register, she was
outwardly quite calm and composed. Al
ready she was absorbing much from the
cflseless rush of life all around her, and
ndw as she turned away from the desk, she
looked up suddenly into the eyes of a
woman who was standing near her. There
must have been something appealing in
Gail’s glance, for instantly the woman
smiled, and Gail’s impulsive smile back was
irresistible.
Later Gail learned that the woman who
had first smiled a welcome on her arrival
in the city was a Mrs. Marjorie MacDonald.
She was a newspaper woman "and, in addi
tion to her work, handled the publicity for
the Hotel Thorrilton.
In the elevator going up to her room
Gail looked at herself with disapproving
eyes in the full-length mirrors that lined
the small cage. How dubby and uninterest
ing she looked. Something was wrong with
her clothes; she looked exactly like what
she was, a small-town girl; she hadn’t the
slightest particle of style about her.
The woman who had smiled at her; how
smart she had been! And yet her clothes
were very simple, and unassuming. It was
the way they were put on that made all
the difference in the world.
Alone in her hotel bedroom with its shin
ing little bath opening from, it, Gail sat
down and reviewed the situation. She had
the whole day before her. This fairy-tale
life made possible by Aunt Debbie's legacy
had begun, and all that was necessary was
for her to decide what to do first. Her
eyes leaped suddenly to her pocketbook
lying on the bureau. Iler draft!. First of
all, before she did anything else, she must
deposit her precious money. Afterward she
would have lunch, and this afternoon she
might wander through the shops.
Clothes! Was it possible that at last she
was to buy what she liked? Up to this
time there had never been any thrill about
buying clothes. Mrs. Martin had superin
tended everything and there was always
just so much money to spend. Gail’s selec
tion had always been limited by what she
actually needed, and what was suitable and
would last longest. Now everything was
changed. Not only was it possible for her
to buy clothes that would express her per
sonality, but for the first time in her life
she could spend money for things that she
did not actually need. Gail trembled be
fore the actualtiy of such a thing, and yet
there was doubt in her mind as to whether
she would know what to buy. She must not
spend her money without making eve;y
cent count, and how was she to cultivate
the personality that she so much coveted
without help?
Standing before the mirror, Gail studied
herself from every angle. There was some
thing wrong with her, but what was it?
What gave her that hopelessly countryfied
look and what was needed to transform her
into a radiant creature like Fay Morrison?
CHAPTER XXVIII
Transformal ion
DURING her first two weeks in New
York, Gail was too busy to be lone
ly. In that time she learned many
things which in Dalesburg had seemed im
portant, but which after she had time to
think things over and take stock of the sit
uation seemed somehow trivial.
She learned the secret of buying clothes
through going to one of the most, exclusive
houses in the city and putting herself in
the hands of one of the heads of the es
tablishment.
Dixon's was on Fifth avenue, and Miss
Clavering, to whom Gail confided her needs,
saw in the girl fairly interesting material.
Inasmuch as Gail had apparently plenty of
money to spend. Miss Clavering personally
selected four models for her. One was a
three-piece street costume of dark blue
cloth, the frock embroidered in gold thread,
and the coat collared with dark gray fox.
There were two afternoon dresses, one ot
tan chiffon and one of black made without
sleeves. The evening dress, however, was
the piece de resistance. It was of dead
white with touches of monkey fur, and for
a wrap Miss Clavering chose a loose gray
coat which could be utilized for either aft
ernoon or evening.
With shoes, silk stockings, filmy lingerie,
and three hats. Gail's bill came to $l,lOO,
and it was with a sensation of shock that
she wrote out a check in the cream and
gray office of Miss Clavering and went
home to await the arrival of her fine feath
ers.
Eleven hundred dollars! What would her
father think if he knew? Eleven hundred
dollars just for clothes, and her hotel room
was costing her $4 a day with all her meals
extra!
Gail felt inwardly sick, and mere than a
little afraid of what she had'done. With the
tradition of Dalesburg behind her, the years
of strict, economy nagging at her conscience,
she realized that she had been wildly ex
travagant. Her money was slipping away
from her, and suppose, after all, hei
beautiful adventure came to nothing, Hau
she escaped from Dalesburg only to find her
self in another prison? So far she had met
no one. and she hadn't the slightest idea of
how to go about meeting any one, and now
that she at last, possessed the clothes she had
always longed for, clothes beautiful enough
to make even Fay Forrison open her eyes, she
had no place to wear them, there was no one
to see her in them.
With the arrival of the boxes, however,
Gail's spirits xvent up. and she was again
self-confident, sure of the success of her ex
periment. It was intoxicating to lift the
lovely things out of their wrappings, to slip
into them and parade up and down before
the mirror and to realize that they were all
hers, paid for with her own money.
Dressed in the three-piece street costume
THE BOK PEACE PLAN.
XT 7 HEN t' ,e proposit ion appeared last
YA/ fall several people wrote to me about
’ ’ the matter. They said, “Now’s your
time If anybody has got it down fine you
have. Go to it, and get the hundred thousand
dollars.” But I consulted with my common
■sense and said, “Nothing doing! That trick
is exposed by the look' on its face.” It is
a cooked up job. Anything which is spon
sored by Hon. Elihu Root means something
in the interest of Great Britain; and Hon.
Mr. Root appears at. this time to have been
“chief cook and bottle-washer” in the origin
of “The Bok Plan.” It was doubtless British
gold that was paying for League of Nations
propaganda. Even an old woman nearly
ninety could see the color of the Bok apple,
that was like the notable apple presented to
Mother Eve in the Garden of Eden. Intended
to fool somebody. Less haste and a more
reasonable wages might have given the thing
a rolling start, but it overdid itself and over
played itself, and had people behind it that
were too well ticketed abroad to carry out
the hundred thousand gift lottery—to fool
voters.
It was the Versailles League of Nations |
signed by other names. If Mr. Bok has spent
his own money on this debatable proposition, -
he has sold put cheap. If it is straight cash
it was likely presented to him, and he admits .
the winners will get $50,000, and the other
fifty will hardly pay him for what he is how
getting out of it, before congress, as a pro
moter of the League of Nations.
If I had entered the contest for writing a
peace program for this country I could have
written it on a correspondence card or fem
inine stationery. 1 would have written on
one side—" Shun entangling alliances with the
allies of Europe. The Monroe Doctrine has
been a saviour to the United States. Re
friendly with people who desire to- have
agreeable trade let us shun
any intimate bedfellowship with Europe.”
On the other side of the correspondence
I would have written in box-car letters,
"Stay out, keep out, your place is at. home’
where you can keep peace, by attending to
your own business.”
This is the only program for patriotic
Americans. Any man, set of men, company
or financial corporation that would put us
back in Europe in another World War
should be deported from this country as a
meance to our blood-fought principles of
civil and religious liberty.
It is understood that Great Britain and
France are troubled about the thirteen bil
lions of cash loaned to the allies to finance
their war with Germany. The other countries
are saying but little about their debts —wait-
ing to see how Great. Britain and France
?an compromise. England has too much at
stake to openly repudiate, but France is
brazen enough to say, “We are getting back
what the United States owed to Lafayette
and to France in 1778-9.” It is evident that
President Wilson and Secretary McAdoo
should have had at least two good names
on the promissory note given by England and
France, when the billions were loaned.
Both countries are spending millions right
now in war preparations. Hon. Lloyd George
is openly declaring there is obliged to be
another war. They will postpone all debt
paying if allowed to do so. If British in
terests can join forces with Wall Street
financial interests, and pay fifty-fifty as
discount on their own notes, the conspirators
can afford to hire a dozen like Mr. Bok and
pay a million each instead of one hundred
thousand dollars, to befool tjie American tax
payers.
If the way is opened to tie on the United
States to European countries, as was at
tempted by the Versailles League of Nations
in the year 1919, within fifty years these I
United States will be of less reputation than 1
Canada, and as complete a vassal of England J
as the East Indies.
When Major Andre was caught on his way I
to West Point, N. Y„ to carry the papers to ■
Benedict. Arnold, commander of the American !
troops, -facing British regulars, at that place,
these plain, illiterate Connecticut soldiers
were patriotic, refused to accept British gold
and allow Major Andre to escape his fate as
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Q. How long did the children of Israel live
in Egypt? Z. C. D.
A. Four hundred and thirty years, most
of which time they were in bondage. Ex.
12:40.
Q. Do more immigrants come from north
ern or solitherti Europe? T. L.
A. The bureau of immigration says that
many more come from northern and western
Europe. This is due only in part to the fact
that their quotas are larger. Southern and i
eastern Europe practically fill their quotas I
annually, while Great Britain in 1922 sent i
only 46 per cent of its quota, but in the I
fiscal year of 1 923, sent 90 per cent.
Q. State the number of fatal accidents in :
this country, and the chief cause? E. C. D. !
A. The National Safety Council says that
in 1922 there were approximately 75.300 fa
talities due to accident. Os some 206 daily
fatalities, 38 followed automobile- accidents;
.35 were due to falls; 16 were the result of
burns, and 19 of drowning.
Q. What Egyptian city is said to conform
somewhat in its general plan to Washington,
D. C.? J. D. L. - _ I
A. English engineers laid out the city of
Khartum with diagonal avenues and many
little parks after the manner of Washington.
In Khartum's case the purpose of the ave
nue. arrangement was military, so that ma
chine guns could sweep all directions from
many points. Some assert that L'Enfant had
the same consideration in mind when he
planned Washington's avenue system.
Q. How manv Masons are there? F. C. S.
A. In the United States the membership
of the A. F. & A. Masons is about 2.600.000;
in Canada, about 151.400, and in the rest of
the world, about 600,000.
and wearing a tiny black hat into which was
thrust a single gold quill, she sought out a
beauty parlor. In New York the quality of
one’s clothes is imprtant, and Gail, dressed
as beautifully as one of the season s richest ,
debutantes, xvas received with open arms.
For the first time in her life she knew
what it was to have someone else wash her
hair. Then while it was being dressed, in a
way that she bad never tried before, she had
her fingernails manicured. It was delicious,
this sensation of being cared for, made beau
tiful. What fun it was to dip one’s fingers
into the warm scented water, to have one s
nails deftly shaped and then polished until
they shone like satin. For the time being
Gail's conscience slept, and when after her
hair was finished she looked at herself in the
mirror, she gave a little cry of delight.
Tuesday—" The New Gail" and € inde
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THE COUNTRY HOME
BY MRS. W. H. FELTON
SATURDAY. FEBRUARY 2, 1924.
a British spy. He told a plausible story, as
we know, but those plain Americans took
him to General Washington and Benedict
Arnold made his “get away’ to England,
where he lived out his days—fed, clothed
and sheltered amid the foes of America, with
British gold. We all understand that very,
rich criminals Are hard to convict, and easy
to pardon, for example, (’has, Morse, who
drank stuff that foamed out ot his month
(but was harmless), and President Taft par
doned him out of the Atlanta federal pen
itentiary. As a rule, the way of the rich
transgressor Is not hard, but easy. More
money, more safety. These British sympa
thizers in the United States, who would carry
this country into the Versailles League of
Nations,’ under present conditions, should
be arrested and brought to trial as suspected
people were tried in United States courts in
the city of New York in 1918, and condemned
to federal penitentiary for twenty years, while
others were deported as traitors to this
United States government.
Have the voters of this country so soon
forgotten? Can they be led thus Into danger
and used to beat down the real Americans of
our nation? Without hesitation, in the pres
' ence of God and man, measuring my words,
las if they were a solemn oath: I here declare
: that people who would unite this country
with Europe, the second time, to furnish
soldiers and cash, and loans and donations
for conducting wars over there, should be
deported as was Emma Goldman, and made
life-termers in federal penitentiaries.
There was much money loaned to Europe
by international bankers —a good proportion
of the loans were made in this country.
They want their money. If the U. S. govern
ment can be united in a solemn league to
fight whenever Great Britain and other
countries are obliged to fight, then good-by
republic! “The glory will have departed from
Israel.” As old Rome fell, we will fall!
This Bok episode is only a straw to show
which way the wind is blowing. It is a small
revelation, but a notorious reality in extent.
It has been gravely stated that it required
rqany months and diplomatic arrivals in
Washington City to sufficiently influence
President Wilson to go into the war with
Germany. Until he was re-elected in 1916,
he turned a deaf ear to foreign supplications.
He impressed this country as the one man
needed “to- keep us out of war.” After his re
election he was surrounded with foreigners,
j and they were backed by the international
ba.nkers, who were uneasy about their money,
i and he was evidently coaxed into that un
precedented trip to Europe, and was feted
and flattered as the arrived Moses, who would
carry them through the deep waters, and
supply the needed cash to do it. I am suf
ficiently persuaded that he was a sick man,
or a tempted person with a sick mind, or he
would have sent capable men to Europe and
taken the people of this country into his
confidence.
It is reported that a book is in evidence
now, in which a British dignitary has writ
ten down these methods of flattery, and the
joy that prevailed when he became a. guest at
Buckingham Palace. He was so enthused he
called for an extra one hundred million of
dollars, to distribute over there—ad libitum.
As long as he flung it wild on his triumphal 1
progress the rabble shouted for their Moses.
When he was outgeneral by Europeans skilled
in diplomacy, he came back to the White
House determined to vindicate his war meth
ods, and awaken again the hurrahs and
plaudits in Europe, and show to the world
he was the “It” in the United States, and his
people would obey him as they had been
doing in 1917-18, etc.
There are fifty thousand graves in one
French cemetery- at this time to show us a
| part of the price we paid for that ephemeral
military glory. We have a staggering debt
! ( of thirty-five billions of dollars, which grew"
out of it, and we have a country filled with
the confusion, disorganization and destruc
■ tion ot' war. And to add to this demoraliza
! tion this debt account, and the piled up tax
! ation there are men and women racing from
pillar to post to influence the voters of the
United States to still adopt the principles es
the Versailles League of Nations!
WHEN IGNORANCE ACTS
By H. Addington Bruce
AGAIN and again we have forced upon
us the truth of Goethe’s saying:
“There is no more terrible sight than
ignorance in action.”
Behold a person stricken with a deadly
disease. His one chance of recovery is treat
ment by a physician having the ability and
resourcefulness that can come only from ex
perience and a sound medical training.
Instead, for one reason or another, the sick
man entrusts himself to the care of some
self-styled healer, a veritable ignoramus so
far as medical science is concerned. His lack
of knowledge does not prevent him from at
tacking the difficult problem his patient’s
I case presents.
Day by day the patient visibly loses ground.
Still the healer rashly persists In treating
him by methods which only too plainly are
I not bringing the desired result. Finally pa
tient or healer becomes frightened, and the
. physicians who should have been summoned
! in the first place is called in.
He comes, but he comes too late. A few
days, a few weeks longer, and services are
being said at the grave of one who might
have lived had he not been a subject of ignor
j ance in action.
Behold another person, financially favored
through a sudden stroke of goorl fortune,
forthwith he indulges a long-cherished long
ing to add an automobile to his worldly
goods.
Adding one, he undertakes to drive it with
out first taking the trouble to familiarize
himself either with its mechanism or the
"ules of the road. To make matters worse,
he is a slow-thinking, slow-rea,cting person.
Yet he does not hesitate to drive fast.
For a time he escapes misfortune. Then
one day he careens around a curve, to crash
into another car. The impact is heard afar,
and all who hear it come running. Alas!
There is nothing that can be done for the
occupants of either automobile. Did Goethe
exaggerate?
And once more behold a person, a woman,
endowed with but a slender inheritance.
Naturally she is desirous so to invest it
Through tty mail, offerings of this or that
for her support. But she knows nothing of
stock are made to her. Usually they carry
with them the temptation qf a high interest
rate. Were she wise, she would consult some
experienced adviser before making any com
mitments. But she has not had opportunity to
develop financial wisdom.
Out goes her money, in come the certificates
showing her ownership of shares in corpora-
Jons that perhaps exist only on paper. The
high interest rate does not materialize. Nor
does she ever see again the principals that
was her all.
She may not starve. But thereafter exist
: ence is for her a desperate struggle. And it
that it will yield the best possible return
is no consolation for to learn that all
over the land are other women similarly
situated because they acted ignorantly.
(Copyright, 1924.) |
HER MONEY
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
What has gone before.—Althea <
Crossby inherits a fortune on condition
that she, marry before she is thirty
five. She falls in love with handsome
young Dr. Peter Graham and marries
him without telling him about the con
dition in the will. Eventually he hears
gossips discussing it and assumes she
married him to get possession of the
fortune. He becomes cool and she as
sumes he married her for her money.
She becomes very jealous of her hus
band's kindly attentions to Mt*s. Ruth
Williams, a wealthy patient, and also
of the nurse in his office. Mabel How
ard. Althea meets Kenneth Moore and
his gaiety attracts her.— Now go on
with the story-
CHAPTER LII
I KNEW there was something wrong
with Althea and Peter!” Nell de
clared to Rodney. “She’s jealous
of that Mrs. Williams. She denied it, but
she. couldn't fool me!”
“What makes you think so if she denied
it?” Rodney asked.
“Oh, her voice, the way she talked—-
everything.” , ,
“How convincing you are,” his voics
sarcastic.
“Weil she doesn’t like her —says she
, shows partiality to Peter’s cripples, that J
; nurses at the hospital gossip about it—anglfl
oh, a lot of things. She dislikes that
Howard we thought so nice, too. I guess
she caught her making free with Peter from
what she said about her not keeping her
place.”
“It doesn’t seem a bit like Althea to
talk to you that way, Nell, and—”
“I wormed it out of her by r telling her
1 believed she was jealous.”
“1 thought so—-and, Nell dear, don’t!
Peter Graham Is to be trusted if ever a man
was. He's straight goods! I’d as soon, yes
sooner, doubt myself than him. Althea was
upset over something and that quick wit of
yours built a story out of it.”
“I'm right, and some day you’ll say so!”
“Have the last word, dear,** it's your
privilege. But be careful how you sympa
thize with Althea for some fancied, griev
ance.”
“What mere than one knows the world
knows.”
Kenneth Moore, back in town, called on
Nell Blackwell to see the boy born during
his absence. He spoke of Althea and Nell,
rising to the bait, repeated much of the
conversation they had the day Althea called.
Moore said little but his eyes flashed.
If Althea were really jealous she must rare
more for Peter than he thought. Yet— if
she were only disdainful, angry, as Nell said
she had declared, he might have returned
in the nick of time.
Nell also repeated what Althea had said
about Miss Howard.
“She is a very attractive girl, and young.
There might be cause there,” he said.
“No—she dislikes her but merely thinks
her pushing, common, doesn’t want her in
the house. But it's Mrs. William’s she's
jealous of. Rod laughs at me, says Peter
is true blue. But I know you men and Rod
is the only one I have ever met I would
trust.”
“What an awful opinion you have of ths
rest of us.” >- ■-
“I mean it.”
“Don’t you trust me?” with a comical
look.
“You! Well, since you ask the question
-—no. And Kenneth don’t you compromise
Althea. I’ve been scared for fear the gos
sips would talk about you two. You wore
together an awful lot before you went
away.”
Moore laughed outright. Nell was a dear,
but of all the gossips he knew she was
really the worst. She was never vindicative,
would not knowingly hurt anyone, yet she
was apt to make mischief.
Quite offended at his mirth, she wouldn't
say another word about Althea, but turned
to what Mrs. Williams had done while he t
was away. She told him how she had takpn
the. entire Howard family into her home,
had given the. little girl Glen's room, adding
that Peter visited the child there daily.
“Has Doctor Graham another nurse in
Miss Howard’s place?” he asked.
“Yes, an awful old frump. But I under
stand she isn’t to stay although Althea likes
her.” ;
“Well, I must run along,” he said.
“Remember what I told you—don’t be
seen with Althea so often!”
“All right!”
“Queer that Ruth Williams should turn
her house into a hospital. Wonder if she
could have let herself become infatuated fl
with Peter,” he mused as he walked along, fl
“Doesn’t seem like her, but one. never can
tell—and that husband of hers is a rotter.
Graham must seem almost like a saint by
comparison. Ruth is handsome, too.' A fine
woman. If—”
Kenneth Moore had seen Althea before
calling on Nell, but had not mentioned it.
She had seemed delighted to see him, gayer
than he often caught her, yet eve.n more
distant. He. had been more than a little
piqued; thought his absence had put him
farther from her. Now he concluded she
was holding her feelings in check, that she
was annoyed with Peter for something, per
haps because of Ruth Williams, and her
unusual gayety, her aloofness, -was because
of that.
“Didn’t dare trust herself to talk naturally
with me, to act naturally,” he said. “Juefr
like a woman to act the way she did whea
she is upset.” He was passing a. florists aruj
went in. He ordered a box of flowers sen>
to Althea, enclosing a note saying he’d call
for her to take a motor ride the following
afternoon and smiling as he thought of
Nell’s advice: that he keep away from
Althea.
An hour later Althea’s face was buried
in the fragrant blooms, while she murmured:
“I’m glad somebody cares.”
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MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irvin S. Cobb
There used to be a negro orator in Birni*'
Ingham, Ala., who was a power among th®
voters of his own race. He came up as a del
egate to a Republican national convention
and, being pleased with the manners and
habits of the people, decided to settle in th®
north.
A year or so later Senator Oscar Under
wood met him on a Cincinnati street. His
gladsome raiment and his air of prosperity
were gone. He looked shabby—indeed, h®
looked almost hungry.
Recognizing Mr. Underwood, he craved the '
favor of a small loan.
“Well, Gabe,” said Underwood, as h®
reached into his pocket, “how do you like
living in th? north?”
“Well, stih. Mister Oscar,” said Gahe,
“-they's some things I laks about It and some
things I don’t lake. Up yere they calls you
Mister—but dev don’t feed yon!’*
(Copyright, 1923.) Ufeflfli '"