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A false witness shall not be unpunished,
and he that speaketh lies shall perish.
There are many devices in a man's heart;
nevertheless the counsel of the Lord shall
stand. An ungodly witness scorneth judg
ment, and the mouth of the wicked de
voureth iniquity. Hear counsel and re
ceive instruction that thou mayest be wise
in thy latter end. —Proerbs.
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in which one of our good friends
criticized the quality of some of our
serial stories, saying they dealt too much
with questions of domestic unhappiness.
We thanked her sincerely for her interest
and criticism.
But two of our readers have written
high endorsement of the stories objected to.
Mrs. J. H. Howser, of Route 2, Murray
ville, Ga., says:
"I wish to. thank you for the lovely
shopping bag. It is so nice. I had not ex
pected it would be of such good material.
“I note the anonymous letter in the last
issue. Surely no one could be so selfish.
I think the stories are very fitting in your
all-around good paper, with the divorce
evil assuming the proportions it is.
“I am sure it is very appropriate to give
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Too many, stories are of the she-lived-hap
pily-ever-afterwards type, and they natural
ly expect matrimony to be a long sweet
dream. Then when the disiltusionments
and trials arrive they are not, prepared to
cope with the troubles.
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One of our subscribers in Colorado
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“I like The Tri-Weekly Journal and
have taken it for several years, but there
is one thing I think you ought to do and
that is call a halt on Mi's. Felton.
“You write splendid editorials, but she
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tinually harping on the things that the Wil
son administration did and how it made the
people dig up money. I suppose her writings
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are an injury to the Democratic party and
also to the interest of the South.
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rials as Henry Watterson wrote in the
Courier-Journal suit me.”
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in the dying words of a great Georgia law
yer as he began in argument before the su
preme court. We have referred to it before.
Washington Dessau said: “May it please
the court, from the clash of intellects comes
the spark of truth.” Apoplexy struck him
down at that moment and he passed on to a
better life with a sublime thought in his
mind.
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words, and extend to our brothers freedom
of speech, of action and of convictions, po
litical and religious!
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solved—• by the spark of truth.
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Q. How prosperous are the farms of Geor
gia compared to those of other states?
B. V. M.
A. The National Grange says that this I
year the cotton belt is by far the most
prosperous agricultural section of the coun
try. tVool and cattle industries rank next
to cotton, while wheat is feeling a consid
erable depression.
Q. When did Billy Sunday become an
evangelist?
A. He became an evangelist in 1896. He
whs a professional baseball player from 1883
to 1890, and assistant secretary of the Chi
cago Y. M. C. A. from 1891 to 18 95.
Q. What American girl enlisted in the j
Continental army for the whole term of the;
Revolutionary war? R. B.
A. Deborah Samson enlisted thus in Oc
tober, 17 78. The military authorities sup
posed, of course, she was a young man. She
was received and enrolled in the army as
Robert Shirtliffe.
Q. Who wrote the Indian Love Lyrics?
S. O. N.
A. They were the work of Amy Woodforde
Findep, one of the most gifted of modern
English song writers. A memorial to her
was unveiled recently in an English church, j
Q. Where is the oldest 5 and IQ-cent i
store? > P. D. I
A. A Woolworth 5 and 10-cent store in j
Lancaster, Pa., is the oldest store of the kind ]
in the world. 1
Q. Who suggested that a five-pointed star i
be used on our flag? P. D.-
A. Betsy Ross, who made the first flag, i
offered the suggestion that five-pointed stars]
be used in the design instead of six-pointed
ones.
Q. Who first had the title of Prime Min
ister of England? E. M.
A. The title of Prime Minister in England
was first used of Sir Robert Walpole, who
was in office from 1721 to 1742. By this
time ministers were being chosen from one
political party, and they had begun to act |
together, so that they obtained the name of
the ministry. Their leader was then called
the Premier or Prime Minister. This title
was not recognized by law until 1905.
Q. When was the first taxicab used in the
United States? W. O. H.
A. The first one in this country was put
into operation in New York City on October
1, 1907.
1 THE LOVE TRAP
HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
What has gone before.—-After a two
year engagement Gail Martin is jilted
by her fiance, George Hartley., When
shortly afterward Gail's Aunt Debbie
died and leaves her niece $5,000, Gail
decides to spend her money having a
good time. She goes to New York,
and because she is disillusioned tries
to make herself believe that she can
marry for money.—Now go on with
the story.
CHAPTER XXX \ 111
The New Recruit
C—s AIL forced herself to face the future
j and to put the past behind her. This
made it necessary' to stifle her con
science, and it was only by filling every
hour of the day with social engagements
that she was able to do this. She did not
want to think because thoughts made her
realize the uselessness of the life she was
leading. It was a life utterly lacking in
ideals, for Gail was fast becoming a sensa
l tion-seeker like the others, and was chasing
madly from one thing to another.
She learned to tumble into bed at 3 anal 4
o'clock in the morning, sometimes later, for
it wasn’t uncommon to dance until dawn.
This made it necessary to lie in bed until
12, and then there was just time to bathe
and dress before rushing off to some lunch'
eon, and afterward there was a matinee or
a drive, with tea later, followed by dinner
and some social function.
It had been necessary to replenish her
wardrobe to the extent of two more evening
dresses.
Gail went again to Dixon's, and by
chance picked up a little French dance
frock quite reasonably, due to the fact that
it was slightly rumpled. She was elated at
this chance economy and in consequence
spent more than she should have for the
other one, a. midnight blue velvet which
she was sure would please Arch Kennerley.
Gracia \an Alstyne’s crowd had accepted
Gail quite as a matter of course. She was
amusing and brought a new element into
their blase midst. She had a quick tongue,
and because she was living on nerve en
ergy, she was delightfully gay. It was a
feverish gayety, but no one suspected that.
It was generally supposed that she was
heiress to a great deal of money and the
fact that she had beautiful clothes and
lived in an exclusive hotel was in her
favor.
Mrs. Van Alstyne stood sponsor for the
gitl with the older people, To be sure sue
often reminded herself that she must write
Aleck Garfield for more particulars concern
ing Gail, but for some reason or other she
invariably put off this task. The girl was
her manners spoke for her, and
certainly Gail took far more trouble to be
sweet to Mrs. Van Alstyne than did Gracia.
And in the meantime, Gail was learning
many things. She had learned to be iu
toleiant of what the other girls termed
weak sisters.” There was a certain code
among these daughters of the idle rich that
a girl must be letter perfect in such small
vices as smoking, cigarettes and sipping
drinks, and if by chance any girl failed to
live up to this code she was dubbed a
‘weak sister.” No amount of hilarity or
boisterousness was frowned upon, but the
admission that a girl was too tired to d}
this or that instantly put her in the class of
weak sisters.
Gail learned not to be a spoiled sport,
above all where, the men were concerned
and in her particular case this meant Arch
Kennerley. If she were tired, she drank
strong coffee, she learned the solace of a
cigarette for taut nerves, and it seemed
that she never had enough sleep, no matter
how things were planned.
Try as she would, however, she had no
way of ascertaining what progress she was
making with Arch Kennerley. He sent her
flowers, he apparently had eyes for no one
else at social gatherings, he danced more
with her than he did with any other girl,
and yet he maintained an indefiniteness in
his relations with her that was maddening.
The truth of the matter was that Arch
Kennerley was wary. He knew that he was
eligible, that he could afford to pick and
choose, and he did not intend to let himself
drift into an understanding with any girl
unless he was sure he .wanted her.
Out of the Past
UHAPTER XXXIX
BY skillful questioning of Gracia. Van
Alstxne, Gail had learned something
about the fascinating stranger who
had sat next to Airs. Van Alstyne at the
dinner and disappeared so quicklv after
ward.
His name was Jeffry Arnold and he was
an artist. As Gracia put it, he was as poor
as Jobs turkey.
“Mother likes him, and once in a long
while she persuades him to come to the
louse, but. he can't, stand our crowd He
ives down in the Village somewhere,
Gieenwich Village you know. We'll have to
get up a party some night and take vou
down there, Gail. It's fun once in a while
to go slumming.”
“You mean we'll call on .Mr. Arnold?”
Good heavens, no! What an idea! No,
e l go to the Tillage and eat at some one
the outlandish places down there There
'"’o or three interesting characters who
,-o the round of the restaurants. One plays
a ukelele and sings naughty songs at the
Pipttiest gn! present, and there's one who
lino" S v U n Can y ‘ He gets off the greatest
fl-5 • , e ever heatTd. Stops at vour
and e v a uii| ta L kS t aboUt What nne piece
, WI1! do ,or your soul. It j sn ’t for
sale but. of course, he manages to leave i
c'n”^ aper bag ° n yOUr table and Promptly
but not V.| Ua ' ter - J " at hokuni '
but not bad once or twice a season.”
Villnol aS SO ,nuch interested in “the
Jeffrv x,. V ’ I " as in hearin - about
n„, ; h u S “ Joi ta a ‘ ,I>aren "- v hadn't
I can t stand a man who hasn't plentv
of money and doesn't know the ropes 1
e»re more for the way , „, an wears Ldln
ei coat, and his ability to stand in with
head waiters than 1 do f„ r „„ tb L art Tic
rot people are talking these days "
a are’aTdeaV "I s " 1,6,1 Gall thought
> s U l deal about Jeffry Arnold. Shp u-nn.
What k ' nd ° f people in '
b-gh & a S hi ~ t^-n had
all 611 Wo e uld ad s ? ° f ° r,Orn and out
A -rea dell ? Interested in her now?
and she was n’t , happened sfn ce that night,
a di i p • learning to conduct herself
a ?rK and Kav and th e rest of the
t-Hls Her dreams and illusions were fi< r
t ueS “W™"' h ' r - Sh ° barTeco”:
.7 , e exte "t of making up her
mind to catch Arch Kennerley if she could
be swept o't'.U; ( , iT’c^t'Tn C °" 1 "
other! If «he could \ ent a, ) d >nto an
to a sipr -I U' ng h i. t ' il!n g one's wagon
wav she ha^d’^i 11118 K ?t ' H be hap P -v in the
_ -ne had always wanted to bp
Howeyer. these moments ' of’ serious
was leU Were fe "' and far be t"een.' Gail
nanci t 0 SC ° ff at the id^a of ro-
1o h be Was lea ming to laugh with
the others at sentimental plav s and it wls
a at J are inter 'als that the old Gail as
mu h hP, T\ She did rlllize
~- b sh ® bad changed until the evening
of Kax Hanford s dance.
She and Arch were on the floor circling
around slowly in the lansuid fashion fa
vored by the younger set, when Gail gave an
IMPEACHING A CABINET OFFICIAL
IN the year 1876—-forty-eight years ago—-
the country was startled to hear that
General Belknap, President Grant's sec
retary of war. was exposed before the house
of representatives for sale of concessions to
post traderships, on the frontier army posts
of the United States.
Those post traders were the people who
desired to set up stores and sell things to
the soldiers which the government did not
furnish, when the troops were equipped
with uniforms, caps, shoes, etc. They made
big fortunes in that way. As the story de
veloped it was said that the secretary sign
ed up contracts with these post, traders, and
in one case there was a “rake-off.” to Gen
eral Belknap’s first wife, ascertained to be
around $3,000 per annum—paid with bank
checks.
The first Mrs. Belknap died.
The “rake-off” was discussed at the time
of her death by people visiting the death
chamber.
The ‘.‘rake-off” was demanded for her
small son. who also died very shortly. Aft
erwards General Belknap married his wife’s
! sister, a widow. She was a very attractive
society woman and lived in Washington for
a time, but when the row began in congress
—it had been simmering hot in Paris—a
very high Democratic official left his fam
ily at home and visited in Paris. The post
trader’s wife enjoyed Paris also—all chums
together. As the gay party hobnobbed to
gether, rumor or gossip or an anonymous
letter reached Ohio, where the big Demo
cratic official lived, telling his wife to ex
pect a fine necklace, which had been pur
chased in Paris, and should be in Ohio)
very soon. etc.
fl’lte necklace did not come to America,
and the story, as continued, related the dis
agreement over there in a woman’s quar
rel and the exposure of the “rake-off” iu
the post traderships, and to whom paid,
etc. In the closing arguments of the law
yers at the crises it was openly stated that
"the whole affair (vas occasioned by a wom
an’s jealousy in Paris, because of fancied
slights and neglect.
That impeachment covered five months,
off and on, and I heard a lot of it during
the excitement- in the senate. Senator Hoar,
of Massachusetts, made the following speech,
which I clipped today from the New York
Times, newspaper, February 6. 1924, with
its indorsement:
“My own public life has been a very brief
and insignificant one, extending little be
vond the duration of a single term of sena
torial office. But in that brief period I
have seen five judges of a high court of
the United States driven from office by
threats of impeachment for corruption or
maladministration. I have heard the taunt,
from friendlii Wis, that when the United
States presen; crself in the east to take
part with the < ilized world in generous .]
competition in the arts of life, the only
product of her institutions in which she
surpassed all others beyond question was
her corruption. I have seen in the state
iu the union foremost in power and wealth
four judges of her court impeached for cor
ruption, and the political administration of
her chief city become a disgrace and a by
word throughout the world. I have seen
the chairman of the committee on military
affairs in the house rise in his place and
demand the expulsion of four of his asso
ciates for making sale of their official priv
ilege of selecting the youths to be educated
at our great military school. When the
greatest railroad in the world, binding
together the continent and uniting the two
great seas which wash our shores, was fin
ished. I have seen our national triumph
and exaltation turn to bitterness and shame
by the unanimous reports of three commit-
DIABETES TODAY |
By H. Addington Bruce
I HAVE been urged by a medical friend to
help correct the unfortunately mistaken !
popular belief that a positive cure has at j
last been found for the dread disease of
diabetes.
That this belief exists is not surprising, in
view of the brilliant results nowadays ob
tained in diabetic cases by the use of gluco
kinin, intarvin, and, more particularly,
insiilin.
It is insulin which people commonly have ;
in mind when they speak of “the cure of ,
diabetes.” If insulin really were a cure the
condition responsible for diabetes would be
permanently corrected by taking insulin in
certain amounts for a certain period of time.
It would then be no longer necessary to
take insulin.
But the fact is that Insulin simply serves,
so to speak, as a crutch to enable the diabetic
to carry on. And it is a crutch which, at
least until medical science knows more than
at present regarding the management of
diabetes, can never be dispensed with by the
patient using it.
As was recently stated by Dr. Shields
Warren:
“The important and peculiar feature of
insulin is that it is not a medicine which can
be taken a few days, weeks, or months, and
then cure the disease. Insulin must be taken
as long as the diabetic condition lasts—which
is the same as saying as long a the patient
lives.”
Thanks to insulin, however, it is possible
to proling the life-span of the diabetic as
was not possible in earlier days. Even pa- ;
tients in an advanced stage may by its use ■
be rescued from what formerly was certain ]
death. Thereafter, by a careful adjusting of J
diet and insulin dosage, they can get along .
surprisingly well.
And there are certain incidental advan- j
tages of insulin. It was only a few days ago ,
that Dr. W. D. Swan of Cambridge, Mass., |
told me of the use of insulin in a surgical
case wherein a diabetic patient suffered from
gall stones.
Ordinarily, to operate in such a case would ]
be to run a grave risk. By using insulin this
risk is obviated, the patient made a success
ful recovery from the gallstone operation,
and now is improving as regards his diabetes.
It should perhaps be added that in all ;
cases where the use of insulin is found de- 1
sirable or necessary—and not all diabetics]
need insulin —medical supervision of the diet |
should be maintained. On this point that •
eminent diabetes specialist, Dr. Elliott I’. ]
Joslin, of Boston, is especially emphatic.
(Copyright, 192 4.)
When a woman's teeth chatter they usurp
her tongue's prerogative. «<
Every skillful hunter is no theorist, but a
man of practical aims.
exclamation and the color rushed up into
her face.
Over Arch's shoulder her eyes followed
the girl who had just danced by them. ]
Slender as a wand and with red hair (
brushed back from her forehead and fast
ened in a knot at the nape of her neck, she .
was looking up at her partner out of a pair |
of never-to-be-forgotten green eyes. They '
xvere the eyes that had charmed George I
Hartley, and they belonged to no less a
person than Fay Morrison, the girl who had |
sent all Gail's castles toppling to the ground.
Tue«day.—“Turning the Tables.” If your
time is about out, reneu now so as not to I
miss a chapter, j
THE COUNTRY HOME'
BY MRS. IV. H. FELTON
SATURDAY. FEBRUARY l«. 195 L
tees —two of the house and one here —that
every step of that mighty enterprise had
been taken in fraud. I have heard in high
est places the shameless doctrine avowed
by men grown old in public office that the
true wav by which power should] be gained
in the republic is to bribe the people with
the offices created for their service, and
the true end for which it should be used
when gained is the promotion of selfish
ambition and the gratification of personal
revenge. 1 have heard that suspicion haunts
the footsteps of the trusted companions of
the president.”
General Belknap resigned and the im
peachment would not lie on a private citi
zen.
It went into a presidental campaign—-
1 876 —as the Teapot Dome is going into
■the campaign of 1924. The New York Times
says the Belknap ein was only for $20,000.
My recollection is it covered $40,000 at
the time in IS7G. I was on the ground (no,
1 sat in the senate gallery and listened).
The scenes in the senate at this time were
not hotter now than then.
It was printed far and wide, and Mrs.
Belknap left Washington City and the gen
eral died under the shadow of the charges
against him as a cabinet officer. I did
not see or listen to the exposure and ex
pulsion of Oakes, Arless and Brooks
of New York. One was a Republican and
Brooks a Democrat, but I was in Washing
ton City when the Pacific roads were mar
shaling their votes in 1 878, and when open
charges were heard in cases and in the
corridors of the capitol against men from
south as well as north, who dared not ex
plain their votes when challenged to clear
away the stain of their reputations.
Just as Judge Hoar declared in the course
of the Belknap trial—concerning the cor
ruption of public men—the courts of San
Francisco went over the records of many
public men of both parties, who we,re bought
like sheep in the shambles—with cash—to
serve the Pacific railroads.
President Andrew Johnson was impeach
ed by congress, but he had taken no money
bribes, but was only relieved by the ma
jority of one vote. It is the money taint
that sticks like glue to an official's repu
tation.
It eats like rust on iron and stays. ‘No
public man can be caught with bribe monej r
in bis pocket and expect to outlive it.
United States Senator James Beck, of
Kentucky, succeeded in passing a resolu
tion through the senate that senators should
not be permitted to appear as attorneys and
plead cases in the supreme court on which
they had voted in that body. He said
men who voted for the Pacific railroads
could go before the courts with SIOO,OOO
of corrupt money in their pockets as sena
tors and claim to be attorneys before the
courts. In the present whirligig cabinet
ministers appear to figure most largely.
They were paid to appear before the presi
dent. and the special counsel were engaged
in such offensive business because they had
been cabinet members and had more influ
ence. Alexander Pope thus wrote:
“Judges and senators have been bought
for gold.” Shakespeare said: “And sell
the mighty space of our large honors for
as much trash as may be grasped thus.”
There are hundreds who escape attention
or conviction, but these men appear to take
a gambler’s risk when they sell their “large
honors” for so much gold.
Listen to Shakespeare again: “Oh, that
estates, decrees and offices were not de
rived corruptly! or that clear honor were
purchased by the merit of the wearer.”
I repeat again, the high officials who
are moved by bribe money can never clear
off the stain of it. They will take It to
the cemetery when they make the final
trip and, like treason, it is always odious.
GRANDMOTHER
By Dr. Frank Crane
HARDLY has a line fuller of sweet sad
ness ever been penned than Omar’s
“Where is the rose of yesterday?” or
ViUon’g “Where are the snows of yester
year?”
There is something pathetic in anything
that is past just because it is past.
This peculiar fact I have also noticed—
that 1 remember a past sorrow with a pleas
anter feeling than that which I experience in
recalling a past joy.
When the recollection of that time I was
betrayed, that time I failed, or that time I
was humiliated, comes to me I have the same
sense of relief that I feel in waking from a
bad dream and being glad it was all a dream.
It is over, thanks be! the past is over, and
the present is free.
“Je suis, elle n’est pas; elle est, je ne suis
plus.”
(I am, it is not; it is, I am no more.)
But there is a little thorn set in “the rose
of yesterday.”
“Dear as remembered kisses after death,”
writes Tennyson. “Deep as first love and
wild with all regreat, oh death in life, the
days that are no more.”
And he says the same better in the line,
“A sorrow’s crown of sorrow is remembering
happier things.”
There is a well-known expression in Dante
to the same effect—“ There is no greater sor
row than to be mindful of the happy time in
misery.” (Longfellow’s translation.)
Also Boethius is his Consolation of Philos
ophy says; “Infelicissuni genus est infor
tunii fuisse felicem” (to have been happy is
the most unhappy kind of misfortune.) (I
am still of those, you notice, who think that
a bit of foreign tongue spices a page.)
There are many kinds of sorrow. Some
kinds burn and destroy, some others chill
and deaden, while still others work madness
in us; but the sorrow that is set up in us by
the memory of past happiness is like none of
these, but is soft and gentle, and disposes to
charity and nobleness of heart.
Therefore life ought to grow sweeter as it
grows riper and old'age, bearing so many
gracious memories, ought to be as lovelier
than life’s prime as sunset is lovelier than
noon.
Os all the household grandmother ought to
be the dearest. There are no red kisses on
her lips, as upon Susanna's eighteen-year-old
cherry ripeness, that our lips should seek
them, but there are remembered kisses there,
very fragrant to the, soul.
There are no fierce passions in grandmoth
er's heart, but there are the angels of dead
passions, who walk among her thoughts as
stately shadows pass through gardens of
roses and rue.
Site is old, but she is not bitter. Tflie little
graves in her heart are covered with long
June grass. The dead days of joy, each is
marked with a cross.
If it were not for grandmothers we should
never know how perfect and beautiful the
human life may be.
You wonder why she is so serene an opti
mist. it is because her joy is sorrow that
has ripened, and her faith is not a militant
creed, but a matured instinct.
She is so sure and wise because she knows
that so very many things make no matter.
That, perhaps, is why the little boy seems
to love her, if not better, at least in a more
intimate and understanding way than he
loves his mother. Grandmother has come
into that rare wisdom that sees and knows
the child's heart.
A happy child is a happy animal; a happy
giri is a happy heart; a happy mother is a
happy human; but a happy grandmother is
best of all, for she is a happy spirit.
I know There 1 arc (hose roses of yesterday.
Grandmother has them.
HER MONEY I
BY CAROLYN BEECHER 1
CHAPTER LVHI ■
PETER, was going to take Miss HowardH
back in spite of the fact that she dis»H
liked the girl and had asked him to get!
someone else. For a moment Althea hesi-H
tated, then said: H
“You know I hate to have her in th«H
house. Let me do your work until you findl
someone more agreeable.” S
“I do not hire a nurse simply to be a.gre&-B
able, although that is a necessary charac-B
teristic, but to attend to my affairs. Misul
Howard is a very capable young woman. ■
She never made a mist ake as long as sh» H
was with me. I am sorry you do not lik»H
her, bur. you see so little of her that can ■
really make no difference.” ■
“It is settled, then?” Althea asked. ■
“Yes, she comes in the morning. Th» ■
nurse who attended little Glen and who has ■
since been a member of Mrs. Williams’ |
household returns 'tomorrow from a long I
visit to her old home. She will care for ■
Doris until Mrs. Williams leaves for Europe. I
It is fortunate for me that it is so arranged.*'!
1 am neither rich nor popular enough ail
yet to be able to afford mistakes in my of-■
flee.” ■
Althea flushed. He was referring to her!
failure to report the call to Mrs. Williams. I
She wondered if it had been another of hi« I
patients if it would have been so heinous I
a fault. However she said no more, but I
turned away, angry and hurt. . I
Peter would keep Miss Howard regard- I
less of her feeling! J
As she turned away Peter speculated,
he often had before, upon the cause of heS
disliking the gentle, kind-hearted girl h«W
had found so efficient. And as befoAß
could reach no conclusion. No thought that I
Althea might be jealous came to him. That I
would indicate a fondness for, him which'B
d,d nPt . exist ; u one of the unaccount- I
able things tn the feminine make-up. I
Had Alfhea given him a reason for her I
dislike of Miss Howard he would perhaps I
el"/. 6 kn 6 "?"* ‘l.)?,''' aBrM " to someoJJl
else, but her dislike without an expressed I
X S elsoS d l ° h ‘ m " tterly Cl,Misll I
theU'ubJe’ol. irai>at ' ent SI,rUS She I
But Althea brooded over it because It was I
one more proof of her husband’s indifference |
Peter did not want her. He did not need her* I
It was only his decency that made him keen I
his marnage vow, and only his innate tact J
that kept him from letting her see how littl»'l
he wanted or needed her. If there was any- I
thing in the world she was sure of it was that I
J ,ke t 0 be * ree - a mai. I
She didn t believe he would ever sav so un- I
W i rOnge '. l hlm ’ 9be would have to take I
the initiative; but if he felt she wanted to I
But 11 shP h ri-H fr u edoni slle would be hap py- I
Hut she didn t want to be free and I
wav’" 1 " Thei Ve him hi " freedom in a «y other I
ntV;. V r marrla se lacked much that I
others had, yet it was marriage—tW I
belonged to each other. I
Free! Althea smiled bitterly at tho I
word. She who went on day after day I
snatching at such crumbs as fell Tier way. |
Eor there had been a few, very few I
precious interludes. Short trips’in the car I
into the country where the change relaxed I
and freshened them both. And now and I
again a dinner, the theater or opera. LittlO I
moments of happiness, as against houro I
when she flamed with jealousy; days when I
.he hardly saw him and when she did ho
was abstracted, unaware of her presence.
She had kept her own friends, had her
° n "’ u P ® ter we,comln 8 her friends,
; i m w ? e , n he bad time > « nd
interfering with her pleasures.
I hey told me Aunt Althea never did
hSf a »yone else,” she said once to
fi an a dldQ,t ’ gUess ‘ not
she leav,n 8’ tha t money the way
she did Peter might—l think— he—would
have—learned to love me—he seemed tn
Then St Jh tha <i time he Was doctor * n g Mollie’
n the idea of the money for his wo-k
him "" 7 Wanled ,0 he “ l
They were growing farther and farther
apait. He paid no attention to her wishes
regarding Miss Howard and no slightest in
terest in, or jealousy of Kenneth Moore’S
frequent visits and attentions. Nothing shs
did meant anything to him.
But Althea was not always gloomy. At
tunes she would almost dazzle Peter with
her scintillating brightness. She would joks
and laugh—a cynical vein running through.-
perhaps—until he would be puzzled as ts
what had caused thet change. And she
seeing, would tease him by her wild
hilarity. .
Physician as he was he. heard the false
note in her laughter, knew it for a form of
hysteria. But why should she, a healthy,
strong woman, have even hysteria in its
most simple form? Was she so unhappy
with him that she couldn't control herself?
He took to watching her more closely than
ever before and finally laid this tempera
mental phase to Kenneth Moore, his influ
ence over her, her liking for him.
Continued Tuesday. If your time is about
out, renew now so as not to miss a chapter,
FAVORITE STORIES
By Irvin S. Cobb
Colonel Bozeman Bulger went hack to hla
old home in Alabama after several yeara*
absence, for a visit. On the main street of
Lie small town where he had spent his boy
hood he encountered the leading colored bar
ber. cm old acquaintance of his.
“Kunnel,” said the black man, “they telkl
me you’s a literary gene’lman now.”
“Well,” said Bulger, “I write for the
newspapers and once in a while for the mag
azines, and I have had one or two books
printed. Whether this qualifies me to b*
called a literary person I leave it for the
critics to say.’’
“Dat’g sufficient for me,” said his colored
friend. “You’s de very man I's lookin’ fur.
I craves yore expert opinion.”
‘‘Why, have you been writing something
yourself?” asked Bulger.
“Yes, suh, I has. I wrote me a poem fur
a sign in my barber shop, and I had it set up
and struck off across de street at Mr. Slo
cum's printin’ office, end now I got it hung
up on de wall of my shop here. Whut wor- J
ries me is dat folks come into my place and
reads dat sign and busts out laffin’.”
“Well, was it meant to be laughed at?”
“Naw, sur, ’twas meant to be serious. S«
I'm axin’ you, please suh, to tek a look at It ;
and tell me if they’a anythin’ wrong wld It.” >
So Bulger accompanied the colored man ’
into his establishment and after reading th*
verse whi h hung upon the wall enclosed In
a gold frame, he gave it his enthusiastic In
dorsement, not only as having poetic valun,
bur as embodying a sound commercial pria>
ciple.
The verse ran as follows:
“Roses is red, •
Vi lets is blue.
Don’t ask me fur credit,
'Cause I’ll have to say no!”
(Copyright, 1924.)
To say disagreeable things Is easier thad
to do them.
Complaints of married people at the sen
shore are murmurs of the tied.
There is many an untied knot in a cord
of wood.