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A' BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
There is a path which no fowl knoweth,
and which the vulture’s eye hath not seen;
the lion’s whelps have not trodden it,
* nor the fierce lion passed byi t. He put
teth forth His''hand upon thb rock; He
overturnetk the mountains by- the roots;
He cutteth out rivers among the rocks;
and His eye seeth every precious thing,
He" bindeth the floods from overflowing;
, and the thing that is hid, bringeth He
forth to light. But where shall wisdom
oe found, and ivhere is the place of under
standing? . . . Behold, the fear of the
Lord, that is wisdom, and to depart from,
evil is understanding.—Job 28:7-12:28.
Too Much Government
THE self-seekers who procured the no
torious oil leases, as well as the puo
lic officials who abetted tnem, round
their devious ways the easier to follow be
cause of the vast complexities that have
grown up within our governmental system.
Government, the ideal of which was once
simplicity, has ramified in so many direc
tions, undertaken so many tasks, projected
j -itself into so many fields of private inter
est, and thus has so multiplied its machin
ery that neither the people nor their serv
ants are able to tell just what is going on
/throughout the huge entanglement. Rign
oflcials, whose word and good motive there
oficials, whose word aqd good motive there
'is no reason to doubt, have, recently testi
fied that they signed approval to transac
tions of which they knew next to nothing.
This is a penalty of over-deveioped gov
ernment. When we seek to solve our every
probem byl legislation and to cast our ev
ery responsibility upon a department or
» bureau commission, we not only lose
* * the virtues of true set government, but also
create opportunity for all manner of mis
government. Thus special groups In quest
- / of privileges can master the art of secur-
ing- them far better than the rank and file
can safeguard its own rights or press Its
own demands. Every cause today, from
the most praiseworthy to the most ques
tionable, must have its special pleaders, its
propagandists, its lobbyists. One observer
writes that private Interests ’‘have become
so powerful, so bold, so cynical in their
I' use of government through politics and.poli
ticians, that this great institution, sup
posedly and in theory public in character,
threatens to become itself a private enter
prise direcedt to private ends." Exaggera
tion this may be, but it is more than halt
true.
' Without falling into the old error that
the least government is necessarily the best
government, we certainly shall do well to
demand less of federal and more of state
and local authority; less of rrws and more
of men; les/ of political machinery, and
more of moral forces.
Not a Pound of Butter
HYBLA without honey or Newcastle with
out coals would be no more strange,
one might think, than-a Georgia town
without butter. Yet. even so up-and-doing a
community as Commerce, with its more than
two thousand five hundred inhabitants, is
reported by the editor of its own veracious
✓
end loyal News to have been, some days ago,
without as much as one purchasable pound
of that which has well been called the gold
head to thtr staff of life. "We are not
miffed because we could not get a pound of
butter," he writes, relating his fruitless
quest therefor; "but we dq believe that our
people suffer financially because they do not
raise more cattle and produce more milk
and butter."
There are scores of Georgia counties which
j Fixit, who will quick
• ly and cheerfully see
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THE ATLANTA TRI-WEEKLY JOURNAL
this observation fits, and probably not a few
butterlcss towns. The fact is the entire
State suffers from neglect of its rich natural
resources for detry industries. Millions of
dollars stream from its pockets to distant
regions for the purchase of butter and cheese
and milk which could be produced in abun
dance at home; while many millions more
of potential profits are lost. What burdens
would be eased, what anxieties dispelled,
what tides of prosperity set flowing, if only
free use were made of that creative creature
of which our Commerce neighbor quotes,
The dairy cow.is a thing of charm,
She lifts the mortgage from the farm!
Georgia's basic need is for more factories,
especially the sort that browse on four legs
and turn grass into cream. The Journal
doesn't profess to know what farmers ought
to do; but it does know that the country
sides and towns where crop diversification
and dairying are practiced enjoy evident ad
vantages over those where such enterprise
is not yet astir. It is a matter of common
knowledge that communities which were
well-night bankrupt by the cotton boll wee
vil and the war's economic reactions, have
gained stability and strength, and are now
going famously forward, all in consequence
of having taken the hen, the hog and the
cow as their allies. There is no magic in
their new plan of farming; but there is com
mon sense in it, and tested principle, and a
timely lesson for all who have ears to hear
and eyes to see.
2 he Denby Resignation
ROM the moment it became certain
L that tile Lfiited States government
”*■ would enter suit for cancellation of
the now notorious oil leases, the resigna
tion of Secretary Denby was foregone. Not
that he was entangled in any such iniquity
as his former cabinet colleague of the de
partment of the interior. Edwin B. Denby
is -a. different sort of man rrom Albert B.
Fall —different in his record, in his char
acter, in his sense of duty and honor. A
distinguished veteran of two wars, he mani
fests a born soldier's straightforwardness
and valor. There is no charge against his
integrity. But there is an overshadowing
impression that in relation to the oil land
leases he was injudicious if not negligent.
Whatever the final verdict may be, it be
came imperative that he go when the ex
ecutive branch of the government, acting
under a Senate resolution, moved to invali
date the contracts which he had taken part
in making; for he was vehemently defend
ing them as the most advantageous the
country could have secured. His resigna
tion was deferred lest it should seem too
hasty a retreat under criticism; nut, doubt
less, it was agreed upon days ago.
The way is now clear for vigorous pro
cedure against the challenged leases. But
that alone will not satisfy justice. More
important it is that faithless officials like
Fall should be brought to book. That is
the angle of the case which the public
watches with keenest concern.
Quiz”
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Q. How fast does human hair grow?
C. A. G.
A.The rate of hair growth varies from
three-eights to three-fourths of an inch a
month until it has reached a length of from
12 to 14 inches, when the nite of growth is
reduced one-half. Past this point it grad
ually ceases. Hair grows faster in warm
weather than in cold and faster by day than
at night.
Q. In how many languages is the Bible
read in the United States, A. L. 0.
A. The American Bible Society says that
in 1922, in the United States alone, it dis
tributed Scriptures in ninety-two languages.
Q. Will eggs absorb odors? J. H. D.
A. Eggs, particularly very fresh eggs, ab
sorb odors readily. A cool oil can in a hen
house, 0? proximity of eggs to food of strong
odors, will taint eggs.
Q. How many forsn= of the name John are
there? A. E. Y.
A. A clerk in the bureau of war risk in
surant finds from the card index files that
John is spelled in twenty-four ways, as fol
lows: John, Giovanni, lan, Jac Jack, Jackie.
Jacques, Jan, Jans, Hans, Jean. Jno., Joahn,
Jock, Johan. Johann, Johannes, Johni,
Johnie, Johnnie, Johnny, Johny, Jon and
Juan.
Q. How many postoffices are there in the
world? N. 0.
A. The postoffice department sayp that
there are 266,00 S postoffices in the world,
and in all these a letter will be given the
same treatment; that is, according to the size
of the postoffice, the letter will be delivered
by a city or rural carrier, or held for call.
Q. Did President Washington ever live in
the White House? J. M. C.
A. Washington was at no time an
occupant of the White House. The structure
was commenced in 1792, but not completed
until ,1801. when it was first occupied by
John Adams.
Q. Is reading injurious to the eyes of a
sick person? K. E. L.
A. There is a direct relationship between
the condidtmn of the eyes’and the condition
of the body generally, according to the na
tional committee for the prevention of blind
ness. In consequence, persons recovering
j from serious illness may subject their eyes
jto severe strain by reading small type or
; poorly printed matter. The committee «d-
I vocates that books selected for invalids
I should be printed in large, distinct type, and
I that patients should not try to read too many
i books while in a weakened state.
I Q. What was the origin of the honeydew
* melon? M. B. B.
A. The original seed of the honeydew
melon is said to have been obtained from a
melon shipped from Africa to New York City.
■ This seed was planted at Rocky Ford. Co!.,
i and crossed with other varieties for two or
three seasons. The so-called honeydew
! melon is the result. As yet this melon has
1 not been brought uito a stable condition of
■ reproduction 4
THE LOVE TRAP
HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
What has gone before —After a two
year engagement in a small town, Gail
Martin is jilted by her fiance, George
Hartley. Shortly afterwards Gail’s
Aunt Debbie dies and leaves her niece
$5,000. Gail has but one desire, to
leave town, and taking her money, she
goes to New York. In the city she is
taken up by the younger set, and final
ly has the supreme satisfaction of step
ping in between Arch Kennerley and
Fay Morrison, the girl who on a visit
to Dalesburg, succeeded in smashing
Gail’s engagement by trifling with
George Hartley's affections. — Now go
on with the story.
CHAPTER XLII
Making Up Her Mind
C-x AIL lingered in the dressing room
y after Gracia and Dot had departed.
•" Her high spirits were beginning to
drop from her as she realized the serious
ness of the situation she was facing and a
sick depression was gripping her heart. This
was her hour of triumph, for Arch Ken
nerley was on the verge of proposing to
her. Not only could she look forward to
a life of luxury if she accepted him, but
she would have the satisfaction of hurting
and infuriating Fay, and revenge was sweet.
Then what held her back? Was it only
the fact that she did not love him? Wasn’t
there something more? Was she still think
ing of Jeffry Arnold, the artist, and that
one moment when he had looked at her
with understanding blue eyes? But that
was madness! Vv hy, she didn’t know the
man and had no way of meeting him. Was
she going to be sentimental enough to go
on dreaming of the impossible and let this
chance slip through her fingers?
She forced herself to think of Arch Ken
nerley. Oh, she couldn’t! And yet, the
thought of going back to Dalesburg penni
less and defeated struck her like a blow.
Her funds were gradually depleting. She
had been in New York almost six months
and she had only a little over two thousand
dollars of her legacy. Three thousand dol
lars in six months! Why, it was scandal
ous! And what had she to show for it?
It looked ■as if she would have to marry
Arch in order to justify what she had done
even to herself.
Facing the situation fairly and squarely,
Gail lealized that during her six months in
the city, she had accustomed herself to lux
uries. It would be more than difficult to
go back to the old life of going without
things. And yet, how weary she was of
•nnnH S ® he , was livin S The ceaseless
round of pleasure-seeking, the high pitch
n f nm C i 6 ™ 611 ? necessary to carry on and the
her friemls eSSneSS ° f people she called
Gan Ot dii ie ,°V I \ ese 1 girks was really a friend
sta L Ji- i ° Ubt that if her financial
status were discovered she would he dropned
like a hot potato by every one in the set
Sooner or later she would be discovered
she would have to acknowledge the truth
?" d , d ™,l>, ?;•<■ And then, what? Oh no
s ■ couldn t face the possibility o f such a
>o” S ’ll waa’ U tho Str T e ' V "" e lhe irM "' as
F it was the only wav out'
ho, into h,* 6 '', 4 °' cl ? ck whe " Arch bundled
her side alld Seated hims "T
but in-ido \ The n ’ sht was bitterlv cold
o hnnV Was warm and the scent of
nOlflOUSp rospe; ±l, vcill UL
With eweetness. Mr. I"’ 1 '"closure
Possible to attain. ° f m ° ney Were im '
the T n h Vddenly\?ch darkness and
arms were around hei e Seat ’ his
ing G mne G v^nn° U rn tle devi1 ’ you tantaliz
yoti know it, and vnii’' aZy about you, do
I'm not going'to slander/™ 27 about nie?
sense. I want them”/! f ' any Inore non '
and now Ho W , b^,T.' ?r , S .'' tt ! ed lishtI isht ""i
a Itoneymoon? You'd' lii!!,” F ‘ ul '°l ,f ' ror
you?” ucl Ilke that, wouldn’t
CaH’t W o a J tur , her face I, P ,o his and
>.. ’\° S closed - At that moment she
couldn t hear to look at hrm. She hated
habVn aS herSe,t and yet knew
mai-ry him. m ° ment W ° U ' d Pr ° mise to
CHAPTER ALIH
lhe | nexpected Happens
AIL had been engaged to Arch Kenner
a week and if it had not been
foi the hectic lite she was leading the
Gn week° U ot’ bav F seetned m °re like a year,
his co AlChs constant companionship,
strained rail’ P ° SSeSSIOn her time *
pofii \ ? ierVPS to the breaking
Point. She had grown to shrink at his
weigh' 5X7
UX d IX' S G X s „e r s ‘ e hto der „ t 7.7'
traFher aS cau^ht f a*t in the love
ma -in- K Was a trap of her own
that held her and^Mi h&d f ° r ? ed the ch ains
that shejiad ’anyVlUrelpe" S
a trump 'card 'W 1 ' that fate played
g t i\ th d e >- id Ga r x o p n e
k 7 F' x '--
S h'F Thdrri| -
a’s '" i,h
her lips. ' ’ a ' VOrd of apology on
I m so sorry,” she began, •’nd then
stopped abruptly for her eyes nan Wandered
trom Marjorie MacDonald’s laughing face
to that of the man who was with her.
Quizzical blue eyes looked down into her
own, eyes that brought the color in a flame
to Gail s cheeks and set her heart to ham
mering in her breast. She heard Mrs. Mac-
Donald s voice, but it seemed to come from
a great distance. “If you two know each
other, there s no need of an introduction.
Jeffry, what is this, have you been keeping
something from me?”
-.n instant Gail hr.d recovered some of
her lost composure, although her cheeks still
burned and her like stars.
As a matter of fact, we’ve never been
proper!} introduced, she offered, laughing
ly. Her heart was .singing in her breast;
she felt suddenly happy as she hadn't been
in weeks.
Mrs. MacDonald screwed her features
into a look of pretended severity. “The
whole thing looks very strange to me,” she
said ♦olemnly. “However. I'll curb my
ramping curiosity and at. least do my best
to appease the conventions. Miss Martin
may I present Mr. Jeffry Arnold, celebrated
artist and Greenwich Villageite.”
He was speaking, and his voice was just
as Gail had known it would be, strong and
deep.
“You have a very good memory for faces,
Miss Martin. So you didn't forget?”
Gail shook her head. She was suddenly
oblivious to the fact that Mrs. MacDonald
was standing there listening to every word
that was said. It >as as though she and
Jeffry Arnold were alone in the world and
she must make every moment count.
“Os course I remembered. But why did
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 23, 1924.
NOT A POUND OF BUTTER IN TOWN
(From the Commerce News.)
A FEW days ago the editor of the News
wanted a pound of butter for table
use. Wo tried every grocer and mer
cantile. establishment in town only to find
there was not a pound of butter in town. We
clip the following advertisement from a re
cent issue of the Cordele Dispatch:
“During December the Cordele Creamery
paid to one farmer over S6OO for cream
shipped during that month to the creamery.
“Cows pay on the farm when you grow
your own feed and let the dairy cow turn
this feed into ready cash to operate your
farm on. It is very unwise to buy all of
the feed —only the necessary concentrates
Should be bought.
“Sow liberally to permanent pasture this
spring, plant velvet beans and hay crops
this summer for the milkers next fall and
winter.
“Carpet grass and lespedeza furnish an
ideal mixture for your permanent pasture.
An acre of land sown in these seed will
graze one cow eight months each year, and
your velvet beans and hay crops with rye
will furnish feed for the remaining four
months.
“Walt Mason’s statement:
“ ‘The dairy cow is a thing of charm,
She lifts the mortgage from the farm.’ ”
So far as we know, this is the first time
we have ever incorporated an advertisement
similar to this in an editorial. We did not
suffer because we. could not get a pound of
*butter. We are not miffed because we did
WHY NOT SAVE
By H. Addington Bruce
IT is a familiar'and true saying, “Easy
come, easy go.” If it were only an
equally true saying, “Hard come, hard
go,” the sorrow and suffering now so com
mon a fact in human experience would be ;
diminished to an almost unbelievable ex- ;
tent.
But, the fact is, as borne out by statis- i
tics of insurance companies, that no matter i
how hard men may have to work for the '
money that comes to them as wages or sal- ■
ary or business profits, the great majority
spend with as little thought to the future
as is shown by those to whom money conies
by the easy routes of inheritance, gambling 1
or fraud.
Comparatively few systematically set'
aside part of each week’s savings as insur- ;
ance against the rainy day of unemploy- 1
ment, sickness and old age. Many seek to
excuse their failure to do this on the ground
that “It costs so much to live.”
And no doubt it does. This fact is pain
fully impressed on all except the rich. Even .
so, some saving is possible to almost every :
earner of money, and unless some saving
is done the penalties of poverty and semi- |
poverty are in the end certain to be ini- |
posed.
More than this, when systematic saving'
is begun at an early age and proportion
ately increased as one’s earnings increase, a
future not merely devoid of worry about
money matters, but holding possibilities of
great comfort, is almost equally made cer
tain. Money systematically saved and wise
ly invested makes money at an astonishing
rate, even when the initial savings are
small.
Os this I was reminded the other evening
by an item in a newspaper. It told of the
sale, for $36,000 spot cash, of a hotel in
a Massachusetts town.
The purchaser was one Nicholas Conte,
an Italian, who nearly twenty years had
been repairing shoes in the town where the
hotel was situated. He had not begun life
as a capitalist. He was a typical immigrant.
And shoe repairing, as everybody knows, is
not the most lucrative industry in which a
man can engage.
Yet Conte, by the practice of thrift, had
contrived to amass what really is a small
fortune. He had done this, moreover, with- I
out being penurious, according to the item
reporting his purchase of the Berkshire'
County hotel.
“He has lived in coptforlable circum- i
stances, raised a family of children, and I
observed the laws and customs of his adopt- '
ed country.”
Be sure, though, that Conte gave even
more thought to outgo than to income. Ho
did not misidentify luxpries with necessi
ties. as is the common practice. And if
today he can indulge in sundry luxuries, it
is because he was wisely thrifty through 1
the eighteen years of his cobbling.
Not everybody, to be sure, can expect to
prosper as Nicholas Conte obviously has '
prospered. But almost all can draw from !
his experience a hint of incalculable benefit
if they will but act on it.
And further than this, as every systematic j
saver can bear witness, once the habit of f
saving is started it becomes, like every I
habit, increasingly easy to keep up. The I
difficulty is in starting it. To conquer this j
diffculty thng needful is recogni-1
tion of the trouble that lies ahead if the I
saving habit is not established.
(Copyright, 192 4.)
QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES
“I learn through your agent that you have
bought the houses on either side of your I
residence and got them dirt cheap,” said
Grey. "How did you manage it?”
“Easily enough*,” replied White. “My wife
an elocutionist, my daughter plays the
piano, George plays a cornet, I play the vio- I
iin. Bob plays a banjo, Charlie rattles the ;
bones and Johnnie has a jazz drum.”
“Many people Imagine that good looks are i
the principal, asset of a film actress,” said
Ethel Clayton, the English actress, recently. :
“That’s where they’re wrong. Ugliness is
sometimes an equally valuable asset, pro
vided is coupled with a talent for facial ex- j
pression. Which reminds me of a story. A
movie actress of this type with whom I am
acquainted has a little sister, who came with ■
her to the studio the other day. Between the
acts she volunteered the information that ‘Sis j
is a lucky girl.’ ’ln what way?’ I smilingly !
asked the little lady. ‘She went to a party
last night,’ explained the chcild, ‘where they
played a game in which the men either had
to kiss a girl or pay a forfeit of a box of
chocolates.' 'Well, how was she lucky?’ I
asked. ‘She came home with thirteen
boxes.’ ”
ning. I don’t know when I nave been so ,
disappointed.”
Gail spoke simply and unaffectedly. The <
veneer that she had acquired during the,
past few months had dropped from her, and ;
at her words a little light was kindled Mid-j
denly in his eyes. It might have been only
a quickening of interest, or it might have
been something more, but something leaped
up into Gail’s brown eyes to answer that
look; something that would have made the
heart of any man beat suddenly faster.
Impulsively she put out her other bare |
hand, and in a second his strong fingers had : ;
closed over it. The next minute with a lit
tle nod of her head toward -•.Jar*orle, she
was gone. * i
Tuesday, “Romance” and “Greenwich 4 ul
lage.”
not get a pound of butter. We Jived and
i lived well without it. We can keep on liv-
ing and living well without it. We refer
to it in connection with the above advertise
ment for the reason that we do believe that
our people are suffering financially because
they do not grow more cattle and produce
more milk and butter. That Cordele farmer
who received six hundred dollars for cream
shipped during the month of December
shows what can be done and what is being
: done. We do not know "what it cost to pro
j 1 iluce the cream shipped during that month.
. I We take it for granted that farmer is mak
ing money or he would not continue in the
, j business. Cordele and that section may
’ i have some advantages over conditions in
, i this section, but we in like manner have ad
’ vantages over that section. But it should be
1 remembered that it is stipulated in the ad
; vertisement that “Cows pay on the farm
' when you grow your own feed and let the
' j dairy cow turn this feed into ready cash to
operate the farm.” That's the milk in the
, cocoanut. Well, can we grow feed for cat
, , tie in this section? Can we? Can we grow
' \ hay and peas and oats? Can we grow
grasses? Can we grow carpet grass and
Lespedeza? Can we grow velvet beans?
Can we grow bermuda grass? Can we keep
bermuda from growing? Is it possible that
an acre of land will graze one cow eight
■ months in the year? And if we had these
conditions would it be possible for the hun
. gry editor of the News to search the town
: from one end to the other and not find a
I pound of butter?
WHAT IS A LOST SOUL
By Dr. Frank Crane
WE use the word “Lost” in several
senses.
Grandmother has lost her spec-1
taeles. They are upon her hair, but she
cannot find them. In this sense lost means
simply misplaced. •
We may have lost an opportunity, a day,
a bargain, in which case we refer to what
we might have had, but missed.
We may lose life of limb or money, signi
fying that something is no longer in our
possession.
But what is meant when we speak of a
man's losing his own soul?
One’s soul is one’s self, and one cannot
lose one’s self except in a figure of speech.
The little girl spoke accurately who, when
asked if she •was lost, replied: “No, I am
not lost; mamma is lost.”
The real significance of tlie saying that
one may lose his own soul is that the soul
may lose its health, and consequently its
happiness; in other words, that it may drop
from a normal condition into abnormally
and perversion.
In plain English salvation is mental, spir
itual health; damnation is spiritual sickness.
In the one case the soul is sound, enjoys
good digestion, is vigoi*)trfe in its emotions,
and joyous in its world, as are all healthy
beings. In the other case it is full of
fevered fears, sickly nauseas, pains, and
spasms.
Those who find their pleasure in chamber
ing and wantonness, in drunkenness and
cruelty, in other words all whose end is the
gratification of the physical demands, are
simply ill. A normal appetite differs from
an abnormal in that it promotes those pleas
ures that are permanently ple'surable.
All abnormalities produce those pleasures
that itch, irritate, burn, and torment.
What we term moral actions are simply
those which the experience of the race has
demonstrated to result in unreacting pleas
ure. They have no reaction of diseased dis
gust.
Os course the best souls have their suffer
ing and tragedies, but they are only out
ward, they never affect the inward, essential
peace, poise, and health-joy of the soul.
Jesus was “a man of sorrows,” but He
said, “My peace give I unto you,” and that
He came that our “joy might be full.”
So no soul can be lost by anything the
world can do to it; only by what it can do
to itself.
The implication in Ibsen. Oscar Wilde, and
Bernard Shaw, and the whole run of latter
day preachers of unmoralism, to the effect
that quite as much harm may be done bjt
good as by bad people, is merely confusion
of thought. They do not distinguish be
tween that pain which is redemptive, puri
fying and deepening to human nature, and
that pain which is the diseased product of
human nature gone wrong. \
Rest assured, morality is based on fact,
just as surely as chemistry. Nobody in
vented it. Nobody will explain it away.
Says one of the clearest thinkers of our
time: “Moral duty consists in the observ
ance of those rules of conduct which con
tribute to the welfare of society and of the
individuals who compose it. These rules,
like the other so-called laws of nature, are
discoverable by observation and experiment.
Some thousands of years of such experience
have led to the generalizations that stealing
and murder, for instance, are inconsistent
with the ends of society. There is no more
doubt they are so than that unsupported
stones will fall.” '
The soul that does not believe this is lost.
That is to say he is as sure to lose his
soul’s health as he would by regularly eat-
ing impure food be sure to lose hfs bodily
health. '
(Copyright, 1924.)
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“That is the favorite,” said the girl’s es
cort as the nags came out upon the track. '
As the horses paraded past the stand the
escort surveyed them keenly and then regis
tered trepidation.
“Something has happened.” he declared.
“The favorite has something wrong with his
off hind hoof.”
“With his off hind hoof?” echoed the girl. |
“In that case I m srlad I put my money on his
nose, as you advised me.”
A man who found early rising difficult
bought an alarjn clock. At 6 the next morn
ing he was roused by a terrific knocking at
When he opened it he was confronted by
a policeman, who exclaimed, sternly: “This i
won’t do; you must not annoy the neighbor- ■
hood. Take it inside.” And he handed the ,
new alarm clock to its owner.
“Ah,” said the crestfallen householder. “I
wondprod how the milk can came to be at
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HER MONEY
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
CHAPTER LXI
George williams’ win, as published
in the newspapers, left everything to
his wife, save a few bequests to old
employes. Althea's lip quivered as she read.
All that money—to a man as ambitious as
Peter—what would not such an amount en
able him to do!
“He married me to get my little legacy
and she’s got so much—and he loves her
beside,” she said. “He could build his hos
pital, and” — A sob choked speecn. Then
after a while: “She won’t go to Europe now
I’m afraid, and he’ll see her, say she needs
him.”
When next she saw Nell Blackwell, Nell
said:
“It's wicked for one woman to have alk.
that money! I’d he richer than all my
dreams if I had what the government takes
for the inheritance tax. I wonder if she
will give up her trip to Europe?”
“Os course,” Althea said, thinking of
Peter. , • /
“Why, of course. If I were in her place
I should go around the world ana bring part
of it home with me! Think of the shops,
the curios, the Wonderful tapestries and
other things she’ could buy. She has noth
ing to keep her home.”
Althea smiled dryly. Hadn't she? That
was all Nell knew. She had reter. He
would keep her in New Yor"k, rather she
would remain because of him. She won
dered, too, how long it would be before he
asked for his freedom—a divorce. A year
perhaps.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Nell said,
“although I don’t believe they- are worth it.
You look as if they were anything but
pleasant.”
“No, they’re not worth even a penny,”
Althea said, pulling herself together and v# .
talking of other things.
Before she left Nell brought up the sub
ject again:
“I wonder if it will make any difference
in her plans for the crippled sister of Miss
Howard’s?”
“I’m sure I don't know,” Althea replied.
And the thought she never had been able to
banish once more came to her mind.
“It has been wonderful for the child, popr
and all that, to have a surgeon like Peter
and a wealthy woman interested in her
case,” Nell said.
“Yes, she is very lucky,” dryly Althea re
plied. *
As Althea was opening her street door she
heard her name spoken. Turning, she saw
Miss Bundy hurrying after her, breathless.
“Yes?” Althea held the door open.
“Come in the house. I want to see you,”-
Miss Bundy said. ■’
Without replying Althea le«l the way up
stairs. “Sit down. I'll be with j*bu in a
moment,” she told the nurse.
“Mr. Williams died and they say at tha
hospital that now she and Dr. Peter will be
working together more than ever. It sure
looks like it was going to be that way. She
was there with him last night and a nurse
heard them talking. Then they went out
together, after a bit, and got i-nto her ma
chine.”
“Is that what you wanted of me? To tell
me that silly gossip?” Althea asked, angry
with herself for blushing.
“Partly,” Miss Bundy answered.
“Well?”
Very hard Althea tried to keep her dig*
nity. It had been very late the night before
when Petei’ came in. Then he had gone di
rectly to his room, saying he was weary.
“My friend, the engineer I told you about,
he said he saw them as ythey drove away
and that the doctor’s arm was around her
and her head was on his shoulder for all
the world like they were lovers. I thought
you ought to know. But you never get any<
thanks for trying to do something for one
you like. I have always liked you and I
hate to see you fooled so.” The tone was
oily, but the shrewd glance from the closely
set eyes was keenly malignant.
Althea, however, did not see. Desperate
ly she was trying to hide her feelings from
the woman, knowing she should send her
away, refuse to listen to her. Before she
could speak, the other went on:
“Os course, if you don’t want to know
what goes on at the hospital and other
places—”
“Excuse me a moment, please, I want to
speak to my maid.” Althea had no answer
ready for the unfinished remark, the insinu
ation that there would be more to tell. Yet
she was seething with curiosity and jeal
ousy. No thought that the woman might
be lying entered her mind. What object
could she have? But she hated to have this
nurse see that she was jealous.
“Now'what were you saying?” she asked
when she came back.
“Oh, nothing—much. My friend was go
ing the same way and he noticed they drove
off in the park instead of toward her home.
It’s too bad for a nice woman like you, so
quiet and home-like, to be made little of
that way. That’s all, only could you let
me have —say, just another ten dollars? I
haven’t anything to do yet and I know
you’re my friend and don’t want me to suf
fer while I’m looking for work.”
(Continued Tuesday)
m 5! favoritFltories
By Irvin S. Cobb
Maybe it is because his name so definite
ly is associated with the poem “Casey at
the Pat,” but anyhow, DeWolf Hopper spe
cializes in baseball stories. Here is one he
told at a banquet not so very long ago:
He said that two semi-professional teams
were playing for a county championship.
This was to be the deciding game of the
match. Naturally rivalry ran high and so
did excitement, and a large crowd gather
ed. But the Individual agreed upon as im
pire failed to appear at the hour appointed
for beginning. In this emergency the two
managers conferred. It was difficult to find
an agreeable substitute because practically
every able-bodied male present was a violent
partisan of one club or the other. But
there chanced to be one stranger on hand;
presumably he would be unbiased.
The managers approached him. They ap
pealed to his sportsmanlike instincts to help '
them out of the predicament. At once he
volunteered his services. So delighted was
everybody that nobody thought, to inquire
whether the obliging gentleman had a
thorough knowledge of the rules of the
game. He squatted behind the catcher in
the approved posture and gave the signal to
start.
Almost immediately the side at the bat
began to hammer at the offerings of the
opposing pitcher. The first man up beat out
an infield bunt. The second man advanced
him with a neat bunt. The third player was
safe at first on a fumble by the shortstop.-
With the bases full and with a renowned
slugger of the opposition team coming up,
the pitcher lost control altogether. He -tried
to curve 'em over the plate but one after
another they went so wild that the catcher
barely could slap them down.
“One ball!” chanted the umpire.
“Two balls!”
“Three balls!”
“Four bails—you’re out!”
“What!” shouted the outraged batsman.
“What’s the reason I’m out?”
The umpire waved his arm toward the
three sacks, each marked by a hovering
runner:
“You just naturally have to be out,” he
explained. “Don’t you see I ain’t got no
place to put you”