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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that
is within me bless His holy name. Bless
the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all
His benefits: Who forgiveth all thine in
iquities, Who healeth all thy diseases, Who
redeemeth thy life from destruction, Who
crowneth thee with lovingkindness and
tender mercies, Who satisfieth thy mouth
with good things, so that thy youth is re
newed like the eagle's. He hath not dealt
with us after our sins, nor rewarded us
according to our iniquities; for as the
heaven is high above the earth, so great
is His mercy toward them that fear Him.
—From the One Hundred and Third
Psalm.
The Leonard's
SECRETARY DENBY’S dramatic rush to
the defense of the scandalous oil leases
deserves a better cause. The amiable
head of the navy is charity itself In that he
belleveth all things, Jiopeth all things, en
dureth all things. But the task w is too much
for even his huge embrace of magnanimity.
Black remains black, and the leopard’s
spots unchanged.
If the Secretary could purge the case of
his former cabinet colleague, Albert B. Fall,
his plea in extenuation would be less em
barrassed if not more convincing; but at
every turn the old ghost rises to mock
apology. There is no explaining away the
evidence that Fall received one hundred
thousand dollars from Doheny, thirty-five
thousand dollars from Sinclair, and some
fifty-two thousand dollars from others in
terested in procuring leases upon the gov
ernment’s oil reserves. To certain guileless
disciples of the Grand Old Party it may
seem quite proper for a secretary'of the
interior, charged with conserving the treas
ure of the national domain, to accept one
hundred thousand-dollar loans on his un
secured note from private oil magnates in
quest of fat concessions; but to the plain
rank and file of the American people such
conduct smacks too much of Benedict
Arnold.
Even should it be conceded that leasing
of the government lands was imperative
because they were being drained of their
oil by private operators, there still would
be no moral justification for such leases as
actually were negotiated. Nor has it yet
been demonstrated that the United States
government was under necessity of surren
dering to private exploiters as the sole
means of protecting public rights'.
The Twentieth Amendment
IT Is gratifying that no opposition has de
veloped to the Norris constitutional
amendment proposing to advance the
date of Inaugurating the president and seat
ing newly elected congresses in the January
following the elections In November, The
house committee on the election of presi
dent, vice president and representatives In
congress has had the resolution under con
sideration for some weeks, and extensive
hearings have been held. No word of seri
ous opposition has been uttered, a circum
stance that encourages the hope that the
reform may finally get some.
It now seems probable that the resolution
will be brought out of the committee with
a favorable recommendation, and in that
event we belieVe It will pass both houses by
an overwhelming vote, to be ratified speed
ily, as the twentieth amendment to the con
stitution, by the several states of the union.
The reform is one of those self-evident tm
l»*ovenients that appeal instantly to all e\-
ceTX the most hopeless standpatter.
In the hearings before the house com
mittee, the American Bar association and
the American Federation of Labor united in
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approving the proposition aim urging the
soundest of reasons for its passage.
Edgar Wallace, speaking for the labor
federation, told the committee that the pro
posed change is approved by the members
of his organization because the present sys
tem allows men and policies discredited at
the polls to remain active and influential
long after the voters have repudiated them.
Under the present plan, thirteen months
may elapse between the election of a new
congress and its assembling in Washington
for legislative purposes.
Representative Ramseyer, of lowa, speak
ing for the American Bar association, de
clared that the Norris amendment had been
approved unanimously by the convention of
his association, in a resolution putting forth
''the arresting idea that the long delay in
the inauguration of President Lincoln helped
to precipitate the civil war.” Too much
time was allowed for partisan bickering be
tween the date of Lincoln’s election and his
inauguration for his character and tact to
avail anything in preventing the war.
A president will be elected this coming
November. It seems probable that Mr.
Coolidge will be the candidate of the Re
publican party—a candidate to succeed him
self in office, but a candidate upon perhaps
a wholly different platform from that upon
which he is now standing. Mr. Coolidge
may or may not be elected, if nominated.
If he is elected, his commission from the
people will not become effective until
March 4, following the election, and in the
meantime congress will have sat through
an entire session—a session begun after the
people have expressed themselves at the
polls.
If Mr. Coolidge, is defeated, or if any
other Republican nominee is defeated, as is
entirely probable, the country will be con
fronted again with the spectacle of a dis
credited party running the government for
months after it has been repudiated, for
Mr. Coolidge and the present do-nothing
congress remain in office until March 4
next.
Speeding Ufa Tax Reductions I
SHOULD there be no slip ’twixt the cup
and the lip, American income taxpayers
will enjoy a reduction of at least one
fourth of what they would have had to pay
on their forthcoming returns if the current
campaign for downward revision had not
been launched. This seems assured regard
less of whether the Republican or the Demo
cratic plan, or a compromise between the
two, be adopted. As David Lawrence tersely
sums it in his Washington letter to The
Journal: “Congress has decided to permit
the people to cut themselves a piece cf cake;”
and. it promises to be a two hundred and
twenty-five million-dollar slice.
Secretary Mellon’s first proposal that rate
reductions should not apply to 1923 incomes,
but only to those for the current year, served
well enough for fiscal theory, but not for
popular sentiment. Those who know some
thing of the exigencies of tfye average citi
zen’s budget realized that to defer until the
spring of 192,5 would be at least poor politics
and, mayhap, tardy statesmanship. In press
ing this idea for adoption the Democrats
have done a turn that will hardly be forgot
ten by voters, and that illustrates the use
fulness of a. vigilant minority in Congress.
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Q. Do the sopranos stand to the right
or left, of the choir director? W. J. S.
A. In arranging a chorus it is customary
for the soprano singers to be placed at the
right of the director as he faces the group.
Q. When do deer shed their antlers?
W. C. P.
A. Deer shed their antlers annually In
March or April and new ones attain their
full size in about 90 days. While the horns
are growing the bucks usually lead solitary
lives.
Q. How did the name Zev originate?
F. D. W.
A. The name of the American horse that
won the race with Papyrus is the abbrevia
tion of the name of a friend of Harry Sin
clair, owner of Zev.
Q. Does autumn comprise certain definite
months? S. G.
A. Astronomically, autumn begins In the
northern temperate zone at the autumnal
equinox, about September 22, and ends at
■ the winter solstice, December 21 ; but In pop
ular language It comprises tn America Sep
tember, October and November; in England,
| August, September and October. Autumn
I in the southern hemisphere is at the same
time as spring tn the northern hemisphere.
Q. Mould it be Injurious to a canary bird
1° q 3 claws which have grown too long?
A. 1: the claws of a canary turn up or
are too long, cut them with scissors, but be
sure not to cut them too short. If its feet
are hard or crusty, rub them with vaseline
body’ l p V b ° ne? are tllere in a horse ’s
A. The Bureau of Animal Industry savs
that there are 205 bones In the body of a
i horse as compared with between 210 to 220
i in the body of « man.
I Q. M hich is heavier, a quart of milk or a
quart of cream ? E. R.
A. The Department of Agriculture says
that a quart of milk is the heavier. This is
I explained by the fact that there is more fat
I In cream than in milk, and that fat is lighter
I than liquid.
i Q. Who invented the repeating watch?
T. D.
A. Gerrit Bramer was the first maker of
the repeater, which he exhibited at the South
Kensington Museum about 1735.
I Q. \\ hat is the origin of the expression,
'‘blue blood?” C. W.
A. Blue blood is a translation of the Span-
| ish "sungre azul,” attributed to some of the
oldest and proudest families of Castile, who
claimed never to have been contaminated by
! Moorish. Jewish or other foreign admixture.
; The expression probably originated in the
| blueness of the veins of people of fair com-
I plexion as compared with those Aark skin.
THE LOVE TRAP
HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
\\ hat ha ,s gone before —After a two
years’ engagement, Gail Martin is jilted
by her fiance, George Hartley, shortly
afterward, when the small-town gossip
about her has become unbearable, Gail’s
Aunt Debbie'dies and leaves her $5,000.
Gail decides to take the money and leave
town. She goes to New York, deter
mined to broaden her life by meeting
city people. But at her first dinner
party she is disillusioned because she
does not come up to the standards of the
younger, set. Gail recklessly decides to
imitate the other girls in* order to be
popular.—Now go on with the story.
CHAPTER NNXIV
At the A ready
rTrxHERE were ten of them who went
I down to the Arcady shortly after 11
o'clock that, night. Five fluffy, but
terfly types of girls, including Gail, and five
sleek, super-groomed men. With the excep
tion of Gail, the others were sensation seek
ers. The men were bored with life unless
it pretend a new thrill of some kind, while
the girls, young as they were, were disil
lusioned, a little hard, a Pt to be reckless and
to throw discretion to the winds.
The Arcady was a. small supper club that
had lately opened its doors to a excitement
mad public. It catered to sensation-seekers
at prices calculated to keep the easily shock
ed away from its doors, and Gail gave a lit
tle gasp as she entered the long, low room.
The place was lighted by electric bulbs
cleverly concealed behind grinning masks.
The walls were covered with crude drawings
in imitation of the Russian and the tables
were so closely crowded together in order to
conserve space that there was no chance for
privacy.
The dance space in the center of the room
was small and consequently overcrowded. The
air was thick with smoke, and to Gail’s in
experienced eyes there didn’t seem to be a
vacant table anywhere. She found herself
following Arch Kennerley’s tall figure across
the dance square just as the orchestra fin
ished a blatant fox trot. A table appeared
as if by magic. The head waiter, his face
wreathed in smiles because of the sizable
tip Arch had slipped into his palm, was
drawing out the chairs, and then Arch was
divesting her of her coat and had taken the
chair next to hers.
“A cigarette, quick!” gasped Garcia, “I’m
famished for one.”
“Yes, and something to drink,” from the
girl called Kay. “I must say, Garcia, you
weren’t any too generous at your dinner.”
Gail caught her breath. She had never
heard of such unparalleled rudeness, but
Garcia seemed quite unruffled by the re
mark and laughed with the others. “I know
it. I begged mother to be human, but she
can’t see things that way. I warned her
that we’d only go out afterward if she didn’t
have enough, but I couldn’t make her loosen
up.”
Arch Kennerley was talking in an under
tone to the waiter, and having given his di
rections, he turned back to the others with
a grin.
“Highballs first, and then some fizz wa
ter. how about it?”
His remark was greeted with cries of ap
proval, and he turned to Gail under cover
of the general conversation.
“Champagne, you’ll like that!”
Gail’s heart sank. She had beard of cham
pagne and its effect, and she was vaguely
frightened. But having come so far she
could not turn back now. “I’m thrilled be
yond words,” she whispered, her eyes lifted
to his. “You see, all this is quite new to
me. I haven’t been in New York very long.
Do you know, I’ve never tasted champagne?”
Arch Kennerley grinned appreciatively.
He was enjoying himself. It gave him a
feeling of importance to have this girl so
eagerly dependent upon him, and she was a
good little sport and quite willing to be in
itiated. What fun it would be to watch her
drink her first glass of champagne. Garcia
and Kay and the others were all right, but
old at the game. They knew all the tricks.
He was in for a new experience tonight in
sponsoring a novice, and he intended to en
joy it to the utmost.
Across the table Kay Sanford threw a
knowing little glance at Garcia, who nodded
and then leaned forward suddenly.
“Arch is getting a new thrill in chaperon
ing Miss No-Nothing from Kankakee.” She
spoke laughingly, but there was more than a
little feeling behind the words. Arch Ken-,
nerley was the most eligible man present.
CHAPTER NXXV
A Guilty Conscience
CA AIL, stifling her conscience, had man-
■j aged to swallow more than half of
her glass of whisky and white rock. She
felt pleasantly warm and exhilarated, and
far more lenient toward every one at the
table. Their remarks seemed excruciatingly
funny, and instead of being shocked she was
laughing with them.
Food was brought, creamed chicken in
chafing dishes, and Arch, pleasantly forti
fied by two highballs, edged his chair closer
to Gail’s. Just then, the lights went out, and
a strong calcium was turned on from one
corner of the room.
“Millicent White and her Honolulu girls,”
whispered Arch, leaning close to Gail as lie
spoke. She felt his lips against her cheek
and then down the room came the famous
Milicent White, petted darling of the chorus,
and the orchestra broke into a seductive
Hawaiian air.
In the darkness Gail’s cheeks burned and
a feeling of shame swept over her. The girl
wore her famous costume, whidii consisted
of a short skirt made of frond-like strands
of some material resembling straw, and a
right jeweled bodice. Her feet were bare
and around her ankles were bracelets that
clinked as she danced. The dance itself was
indescribable, but highly appreciated by the
audience, and when the Honolulu girls
danced into the spotlight and the dance came
to a frenzied finale, there was a burst of
wild applause.
During the dan.e Gall had sat absolutely
motionless. Arch Kennerley was sitting so
close to her that she could feel his breath
on her neck. His arm was thrown around
'.lie back of her chair, and his lingers lightly
caressed her arm. Passionate revolt surged
up in her, shame at the spectacle she was
witnessing dyed her cheeks red and made
her breath come fast. Why was she here?
Was it for this that she had come to New
York? The memory of a pair of amused
blue eyes watching her discomfiture swept
over her, and mentally she contrasted Arch
Kennerley with the stranger at the dinner
table. Why hadn’t he waited? Why hadn't
he been interested enough to want to meet
her? She had wanted to know him. but ap
, parently the slight interest she bad roused
! in him had been only momentary.
i In the midst of her thoughts the licht
suddenly flared up. and tense and wide-eyed
: Gail glanced around the table. Kay San
ford's blond head had been resting against
the shoulder of the man sitting next to her
Gracia’s Egyptian head dress was slightly
askew, and she was begging feverishly for a
cigarette.
"Well. what do you think of our Milicent?”
Arch Kennerley was saying in her ear, and
! Gai] had a sudden impulse tn cry out what
I she really thought. She wanted to shriek
I out that she was shocked, disgusted, that she
I wanted to leave the place immediately and
’ never se,e any of them again. Her hands
> table came Gracia’s mocking laugh.
"I don't know, Arch, but 1 think our che-ild
• is shocked! ”
i “She's frozen into an icicle, but she has a
BY MRS. W.
THE PASSING OF EX-PRESIDENT
UILSON
AFTER (he illness which came in
1919-20, it was evidenced that. Mr. ;
Wilson had experienced the begin- L
ning of the end. Whenever any part of j (
the mortal frame has been definitely par-!,
alyzed the beginning of the end has to fol- j
low, not in a few days or months, perhaps,
but the death watch has been set and is ,
coming to the close, without, hope of re
covery, sooner or later. The itsp out west
was a risk too great with the machinery .
crippled, and even a risk for a. well man in
political strain and mental struggle.
Perhaps the start, down grade was the
result of the sojourn in Europe, and while
there is variety of opinion as to the neces
sity for this trip, it can be safely said that
he might be a reasonably well man today if
he had taken the course of ms safest party
advisers and remained at. home, dispatching
his best qualified politicians to adventure
with the Versailles League of Nations, re- .
porting their success or asking for advice
by cable every night to the White House.
It is said that George Creel used up six
millions of American tax money with his
activities with cables and general publicity
reports at the same time. Creel was a
"jim-dandy” for such blatant and expensive
and questionable publications—-that proved i
to be embarrassing affairs wnen closely re- [
viewed by competent judges—before his'
time expired.
As an American, loyal to the best prin
ciples of our government, I have always re
gretted this trip to Europe, as something
no other president ever felt called upon to
make, and which no other chief executive
should attempt to make without calling the''
vice president to the White House to attend
to its constant demands and every-day re
sponsibilities
The Armisitce called the halt, or I might
say an Overruling Providence, stopped the
bloody destruction of human beings, forced
to the battle line without help or hope,
until millions were destroyed in the World’s
War. The draft issue will be discussed
fifty years from now, and unless our re
publican form of government is proven a
confessed failure, life, liberty and the pur
suit of happiness will be guaranteed to
every citizen of our country—without con
scription of our soldier boys to fight the
battles of royalists and rulers on the east
ern continent—and without bankrupting our
own republic, to provide the cash to finance i
such a war. As. I see it, Mr. Wilson would
have made greater fame for himself if he
had continued to “keep us out of war.”
Nothing is more convincing than his forcing
this country into a foreign war will be set
down as his crowning mistake, after he had '
impressed the voters and taxpayers in 1916
that he would not force the United States '
into a war with Germany.
If he has never realized this mistake, 1
many people will ascribe his change of
methods and action to a weakening of his
menial faculties, which reallv followed in
his declining health, after he came back to
our country, in the gloomy year of 1919. i
As chief executive of the nation, the cap
tain at the wheel and the pilot for our ship
of state, his presence was demanded in the
White House, and although Mr. Tumulty
was placed in charge, and doubtless did the
best he could, there is still irritation and
dissatisfaction concerning this abandonment
of the sphere of duty to visit Europe, and
also the Vatican, when ninety hundredths of I
MORE VARIED CONTACTS
By H. Addington Brnce
SOCIAL progress would be much more
rapid and the well-being alike of the
individual and society more secure, if
people generally could be persuaded to ex
change ideas freely with other people in all
walks bf life.
today this is so far from being the rule
that E. A. Filene’s complaint regarding the
average business man may well xhe made of
the average man in nearly every occupation:
"Even inside his business the average busi
ness man trains pretty consistently with his
own crowd, that is, with the administrative,
the controlling, the directing group. . . . And
outside office hours the average business
man is too much given to spending his time
in the hunting lodge, on the golf links, or
in the metropolitan club, where, taken by
and large, he meets only the men who share
his point of view.
"This means that the average business
man is carefully insulated from that social
contact, that give And take of discussion
with men of different social rank and dif
ferent points of view, which is so necessary
in checking up, correcting, and humanizing
one's outlook upon life and its issues.”
But, as stated, the business man is no ex
ceptional offender in this respect, howsoever
Air. Filene may think he is.
The artist, the poet, the college professor,
the skilled artisan, the man in this vocation
or that one, almost always displays the same
proclivity to restrict his social and recrea
tional contacts to persons of interests akin to
his and sharing his point of view.
The result is not rAerely a narrowing of
the mental horizon. It is a hampering of the
possibilities for personal and social growth,
and often it is a breeding of misunderstand
ings that lead to more or less serious social
disputes and quarrels. a
The class conflict of which we hear so
much would be little in evidence if the mak
ing of varied personal contacts became any
thing like habitual. For then there would
be an abating of prejudices now fostered by
the very fact that most men insist, on a class
aloofness that renders impossible any ap
preciation of mutuality of social interests.
Nor can the situation improve markedly
until this class aloofness becomes a thing of
the past. So long as men flock in little co
teries determined by birth, wealth, or occu
pation, they can not gain the insight and
sympathy essential to social harmony.
Neither, for that matter, can they fully
realize their own potentialities for personal
development.
Even in the matter of occupational effi
ciency much may be gained through free and
frequent exchange of ideas with men in
callings other than one’s own. A suggestion
from one, a hint from another, an incident
in the experience of a third may yield data
of incalculable help in the shaping of one’s
career.
But the big thing, the most important
thing, is the social gain that would result
were the coterie habit broken. Broken it
must be if real social solidarity is ever to
become a fact.
wild glitter In her eyes,” from Kay.
"She needs some champagne,” said Arch
indulgently and at that moment the waiter
appeared with two ice-pails.
Gail was conscious that the girls were all
watching her with curious, eager eyes and in
a flash she realized that they were waiting
for her to say something. They were all
jealous of Arch Kennerley’s attention to her
and what they wanted was to see her make
a fool of herself before him.
The waiter was pouring the bubbling am
ber-colored liquid into thin-stemmed glasses
and impulsively Gail raised her glass and
turned to Arch.
"Here’s to Millicent White!” she said
lightly and smiled as a gleam of approval
leaped into his eyes.
Thursday—“ The Morning After.” If your
subscription expires in February you must
renew today to avoid missing chapters of this
splendid story.
THE COUNTRY HOME
H. FELTON
our population were in ignorance of what,
was going on in Paris with no executive
in the White House. I can readily imagine
also that President. Wilson would have been
given a third term if he had followed the
example of Queen Wilhelmina, of Holland,
who, although a woman, kept her country
in peaceful attitudes, without, conscripting
her subjects to fight and die. in the fearful
carnage that went, on, within sight and
hearing, for four long and dreadful years—
from 1914 to November 11, 1918. She
established a reputation for statesmanship
that is in many ways remarkable for a
woman.
The presidential campaign of 1920 was
very disappointing to the deceased ex-presi
dent as evidenced by his .fierce dislike of
(hose of his own party, who differed with
him, honestly and conscientiously. If the
reporters were correct as to his prevailing
state of mind, he made it a personal and
political offense to differ with his opinions,
and he doubtless worried over his inability
to punish them, in their own localities, as
he wished. This was a natural result of
failing health and weakening mental facul
ties, but also unfortunate for a confirmed
invalid. It has been a subject, of repeated
remarks, and unhappily, Washington is sur
charged with political sychophants who
make a business of fawning and flattering,
and instead of giving a reasonable attention
to Mr. Wilson’s physical condition, they
have fed the flame by assiduous efforts to
keep the fires of dislike and enmity at
fever heat for supposed personal advantage
and party success.
The first Mrs. Wilson, the mother of the
daughters of the family, was a lovely, re
tiring and much esteemed Georgia lady.
She has many relations and devoted friends
to mourn her loss and to feel proud of her.
It is well to remind the friends and ad
mirers of the deceased ex-president of her
excellence as a wife and mother in this
season of mourning and eulogy.
She deserves such attention because of
her personal merit and fine domestic quali
ties, and this is the particular time to give
her the attention of Georgians, especially
those who revere the memory of her
splendid Georgia parents. A consecrated
Christian home, typical of the Old South,
and its sweetest memories.
This Airs. Wilson, the first, lies in a
Georgia cemetery well known and familiar
to the friends of her youth. Nothing will
be said in eulogy and admiration of the
husband his early manhood that can be
finer or more expressive of goodness and
moral excellence than should be said of
Mrs. Ellen Axson Wilson, the devoted
mother of their three children.
Ihe second Airs. Wilson has won many
friends by her care and attention to the
deceased ex-President Wilson. She has
tilled the position of First Lady at the
White House with grace and dignity, and
the sensible people of the United States will
feel glad to know that the surviving Airs.
Wilson has filled all her high positions with
unquestioned ability.
There is always a question wnich comes
to those who face death, when the end is
near, namely, “Can I bear it—as the will of
God, who brought me here, and will help
me over when the time comes, to go?” It
is recorded that Air. Wilson said he “would
be ready.” Nothing can be added and
nothing must be subtracted from dying
faith in the “Promises of God”—and pre
paredness for the approach of Death.
1 ANTIPATHIES AND
REPULSIONS
By Dr. Frank Crane
my moral antipodes,” writes
I Charles Lamb, “and can believe the
story of two persons meeting (who
never saw one another before in their
lives) and instantly fighting.”
The simple, normal soul of man, as he
, comes iu contact with his fellow-beings,
does one of two things, loves or hates. All
middle ground is that abomination called
civilization. Every piece of iron responds
to the magnetic stream that runs through
I the globe; if it is loose and free it will
swing to the north and • away from the
south; every particle of it has its positive
[ and negative vitality. So also human crea
tures have their instant attractions and re
pulsions. It is very commendable to be
equally polite and affable to all people, even
to Pharisees and Philistines, but there is
something inwardly sickening about it, none
' the less.
The Creator made all living things to
seek their kind, in their loves, and set a
curse on cross-affections. Dogs consort with
dogs, and cats with cats and lions with
lions. So-called “Happy Families” of snakes,
rabbits, leopards and chickens, for instance,
all in one cage, are abnormal. There is
something shocking in the lamb and lion
• lying down together. The proper place for
the lamb is inside the lion. Universal Broth
erhood is not everybody liking everybody
else. Far from it. It means so arranging
Society that there will be plenty of room to
get away from those we do not like. What
i bear toward All Men is Good Will. I like
: a few.
One of the persons I do not like li» my
self. Os course, I pamper myself and cod
dle myself, and am as selfish as the next
man quite probably. All the same, I do not
like Me. I know this because I do not feel
at all like that fellow looks whom I see in
the looking glass.
\\ hat. I do really like I haven’t the slight
est idea. While lam infinitely close to him,
yet we never get acquainted, we two, me
and myself.
All I know is that I do not fancy the
looks of that fqllow in the mirror. There
is always something strange. uncanny,
spooky, and a bit disagreeable in the sight
of my own face.
For this reason I loathe photographers,
and never "o to them unless I am dragged.
I never get in front of that brass cylinder
with its Eve glaring at me, a Plate some
where in its Inside ready to fix my counter
feit. presentment forever, but I am uneasy.
I suppose I will have io get along with
myself to the end of my days, and as long
I as I see this invisible companion,.! can
manage.
(Copyright, 192 3.)
QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES
“I’m going ot emigrate,” cried the long
suffering husband in desperation.
“You are, are you?” screamed his wife,
jumping at him. “Take that, and that!”
And the frail little mortal went down.
“Now, I want to know,” she demanded,
"who Emma Grate is. and where you picked
her up, and all about her. Let me but catch
you together and I’ll hammer one of you
with the other.”
“Oh, Smith, glad I met you.’ Can you lend
me a fiver for a moment?”
"Only for a moment?” asked his friend.
“Oh. yes, indeed,” insisted Jones. “Mere
ly for a moment.”
"Very well, then, wait a moment and you
1 won't want it,” returned Smith. 1
HER MONEY
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
CHAPTER LVI
PETER looked at the pad approvingly,
then turned to Althea to praise her
neatness when his eyes rested on the
flowers on the desk—Moore's flowers! Ha
turned abruptly aside, used the telephone,
then said:
“You can go now, Althea, and thank you
for your help.” It was coldly spoken and
Althea’s lip quivered a bit as she rose.
“You've forgotten your flowers,” Peter
said as she reached the door.
“I don’t care for them, I only brought
them down thinking they would brighten
the office —for you.” she added so low he
did not hear.
Peter had an impulse to throw them out,
but that would be childish. So he compro
mised by puttiing them in his reception
room where his waiting patients, not he,
would see them. I
Because he had spoken so coldly to her,
Althea forgot for a time the message she
had kept from him—to visit Mrs. Williams at
once. She sat by the window, thinking how
glad she had been to be allowed to help
him, of his curt dismissal. Then suddenly
she remembered the undelivered message,
if be ever found it out he would be terribly
angry, never let her help him again.
She started for the stairs in a perfect
panic. Why had she done it? Just as she
reached the office door to tell Peter, to
undo what she had done, she heard him at
the telephone. He said:
“No, I’ve received no message—no onle
has answered the telephone but MrL
Graham. What time did you say?
come at once!”
As he hung up the receiver
commenced to talk, her words falling over
each other.
"You got the message?” he asked sternly.
A nod was her answer, then another at
tempt to explain. But Peter had on hig
hat and coat, was going out without
hearing.
“Wait, Peter!” she begged.
Ive no time to talk! A patient who
needs attention has been neglected long
enough because of your carelessness.”
The door closed behind Peter.
Perhaps he did not realize the tone, of
disapproval he had used—hard, uncompro
mising. To Althea it was because the pa
tient who needed attention was Mrs. Wil
liams. She, even after all this time, dirt
not know Peter well enough to realize that
had it been the veriest stranger needing hig
services his attitude would have been the
same.
I Althea stood in the window and watched
him swing along the street in a quick, al
most nervous walk he always fell into when
in a hurry.
“He’s going to be angry,” she said, her
eyes filling. “He’ll never let me help him
again—never! And he won’t trust me -
he’ll know I did it purposely.”
She thought of excuse after excuse to give
him but he had asked Aliss Howard the time
of the message, and her pad proved she had
not had another message for more than half
an hour. No, he would have to just take her
word that she had forgotten—even if it was
an untruth—or believe she had done it. Why?
She never had voiced her jealousy of Mrs.
Williams, had tried always to hide it. Peter
would think it was because of her dislike of
Mabel Howard. Well—let him think so.
I hat was better than that he should know
she was jealous—when he didn’t care for
her.
When she next saw Peter his face wag
I stern.
"I was just coming down to tell you about
Miss Howard’s call when she telephoned,”
Althea said, her longing to be friends with
him greater for once than her pride.
"It is strange that you should have for
gotten her message and none of the others.
I can’t understand your dislike for Miss How
ard. But leaving that out of the question,
it wasn’t Aliss Howard who needed attention,
but Mrs. Williams. And you were told so.
Anyone who juggles with a physician’s calls
is apt to do more damage than perhaps an
ordinary person realizes. But one would
think a doctor’s wife—one would expect her
to use the utmost care.”
"But it wasn’t anything dangerous! Just
a spraint-d ankle—if—■”
"That isn’t the point! And a sprained
ankle needs attention. Fortunately Mist
Howard was with her, and able to render
first aid. We won’t discuss it any more; your
action isn’t understandable from my—a phy
sician’s standpoint.”
Althea longed to ask if she. would be al
lowed to help him again but a look at hig
stern, set face froze the plea on /her lips. She
wouldn’t ask, she’d just go down in the morn
ing as if nothing had happened and take her
place at the desk as she had that morning.
Peter had scarcely left the house when th®
telephone rang. Althea did not recognize th®/
husky coarse voice that asked if the doctor
was in.
"No, he has just gone out,” she replied.;
“Who shall I say called?”
"It’s me, Mrs. Graham—Aliss Bunds yjßk-•
“What is it you want?” Althea askect-lwF'
cold voice.
"I’ll be there in a minute—l have some
thing to tell you,” ahd before Althea could
formulate a reply, say she didn't wish to se®
her, she hung up.
Gontiiiiicd Thursday. Renew now to avoid
missing a chapter.
MY FAVORITE STORIES 7;
By Irvin Cobb
Most of us are familiar with the story of
the improvident person who, on being warned
by the head of his bank that he must make
extensive deposits immediately in order that
his drawing account might balance, made an
swer as follows:
“Say, look here! I’m getting good and
tired of having you fellows bothering me
about these petty financial details. If you
begin pestering me again I’ll be derned if I
don’t take my overdraft out of your bank and
transfer it to the .Second National, across th®
street! ”
There’s a companion story for this, not
quite so old:
A gentleman southern town, well
known as brilliant, but careless, was per
sistent In his applications for loans and ex
tremely tardy about repaying them.
induced a local bank to let him have forty
dollars and gave his note therefor.
At the end of each 90-day period he inva
riably appeared and asked that the note be
renewed; and as there was nothing else to do t
the bank always renewed it.
One day' he appeared and said to the
cashier:
"I’d like to renew that paper of mine you
have here/’
"Certainly,” replied the cashier; “I’ll fix
it up for you.”
The cashier made the proper preparations
for the renewal; and -then he said:
“Say, the directors were talking about this
paper of yours the other day. They decided
they wouldn’t charge you interest on it any
longer.”
“That's very considerate of them,” was th®
reply. “I’m mighty glad to hear it. I cer
tainly am under obligations to them.”
“Yes,” continued the cashier, “we’re npt
going to .charge you interest, we’re going to
charge you storage!”
(Copyright, 1923.)