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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Reprove not a scorncr, lest he hate thee;
rebuke a wise man, and he will love thee.
Give instruction to a wise man, and he
will be yet wiser; teach a just man, and
he will increase in learning. The fear of
the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and
the knowledge of the holy is understand
ing.—Proverbs 9:8-10.
Just Among Ourselves
O OUR new readers we ought perhaps to
say that this Is a department appear
ing occasionally In which we and our
T
readers talk over things which appear to be
of common interest. It is not written in strict
editorial form, as may be readily seen. It is
just a little space given over to shop talk
about our mutual relationship. It was begun
about one year ago, and many subscribers
have been kind enough to write and say they
find it an enjoyable feature.
If to any reader it appears to be trivial or
in bad taste, we. advise him to skip it and
turn to more serious and Important articles.
There arc a plenty of them in the paper.
Some, like fat and some like Jean. But those
that don't like fat oughtn't to object to the
taste of others.
Brother A. L. Gatlin, of Havana, Fla., sends
Us some interesting facts and figures about
the Bible.
"The 66 books comprising the Old and New
Testaments contain 1,189 chapters, 31,093
verses. 773,692 words; 3,586,489 letters.
"The shortest verse in the Bible is the
35th in the 11th chapter of of St. John.
■ \ "The longest verse is the 9th in the Sth
chapter of Esther.
"The middle verse in the Bible is the Sth
in the 118th chapter of Psalms.
“The 21st verse of the 7th chapter of Ezra
contains all the letters of the alphabet—ex
cept J.
"The Sth, 15th, 21st and 31st verses of the
107th Psalm are alike.
“Every verse in the 136th Psalm has the
same ending.
“The longest chapter is the 119th Psalm.
“The shortest chapter is the 117th Psalm.
“The word ‘Lord’ occurs 7,736 times in the
Old and New Testaments.
“The word ‘God’ occurs 4,370 times in the
Old and New Testament.
“The words ‘Boy’ and ‘Boys’ arc mentioned
three times as follows; Gen. 25:27; Joel 3:3;
Zech. 8:5.
' "The words ‘Girl’ and ‘Girls’ are mentioned
two times as follows: Joel 3:3; Zech 8:5.
“The name of God is not mentioned in the
Book of Esther or in the Song of Solomon.
(A. V.)
'‘The 19th chapter of II Kings and the 37th
chapter of Isaiah are practically alike."
I am sure we are all much obliged to
Brother Gatlin.
Every page of the Bible is precious. But to
■is, if you will pardon a personal statement,
;he essence of it all is found In three phrases:
. . Faith, hope and love, and the great
est of these is love."
", . . Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
**. . . Let him among you that is without
sin cast the first stone.”
Brother Arthur Simmons, out on Route I°.
Burlington, N. C., has some views that he
k expresses in a few direct words:
I **T¥lsh you would do all in your power to
| help pass Johnson immigration bill now in
congress.
"1. —Too many criminals in America today.
“2.—T00 much taxes in America today.
The truth is. we will be called upon to pay
high taxes for many years.
B ‘3.—One farm paper says negroes go north'
Fixit, who will quick
' ly and cheerfully see
that things are made
right.
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THE ATLANTA TRI-WEEKLY JOIRNAL
and make labor scarce in the south, causing
high cotton. Labor plenty, cotton 3 to 6
cents a pound. Labor scarce, cotton 30 to 40
cents a pound. In slavery days, the slave
hoped some day to own forty acres and a
mule. White man will not have that much I
to hope for if all cheap labor is dumped on ;
our American shore.
"Immigration must be stopped. Gatos must |
swing out, not In.
"Ship out undesirables. Our taxes will be j
plenty high when we care for our own crim
inals, paupers and trash.”
There are Mr. Simmons’ views. Without I
agreeing or disagreeing in full, we will say
that it would be a joy to get letters on pub- '
lie questions if writers would say what they I
have to say in a few words and then quit. I
And if they would write in penmanship that j
could be easily read.
Labor plentiful, cotton X to 6 cents. . . .
There was a thunderstorm, and the old cow
died. , . . Therefore the thunderstorm
killed the old cow. Not on your life. The old
cow died because she had foundered and wasn't
drenched.
Cotton is high when there is less cotton be
ing produced than is being used up. Cotton
is low when more cotton is being produced
than is being used up.
You can’t got away from that, if you argue
till you are blue in the face.
Os course there are smaller Influences.
Gamblers help push one way or another. Gen
eral business conditions do the same.
Now, without attempting to do more than
suggest one line of thought that is contrari
wise to what Brother Simmons says, what
about this:
A European laborer, making a scant living
at his home, will wear one cotton shirt for a
year, and no underwear.
He comes to America, gets a paying job in
a coal mine or steel plant, and he shortly buys
three or four shirts a year and treats himself
to a suit of underwear.
At home he ate potatoes and rye bread. Here
he eats pretty much what we cat, and more
of It.
What about that as an influence on th«
price of farm products, brethren?
Taking it by and. large, the city man lives '
on the, farmer, and the farmer lives off the !
city man. The welfare of the one is dependent I
on the welfare of the othr. Whn they all |
come to realize that, both will be better off.
With apologies to the Alabama man who
thinks we are Immodest in quoting nice
things our patrons say about the paper, we
will quote two or three:
D. M. Brinson, Millen, Ga. —"I let my sub
scription run out in February. I tried to do
without The Tri-Weekly Journal, but it is im
possible.”
C. L. Renegar, Rusk, N. C. —"I like the
paper fine. Don't see how you can print such
a paper for such a low price, much less make ■
the clubbing offers you do.”
Mrs. Eric Saxon, R. 4, Edison, Ga. —"I find
The Tri-Weekly Journal all news and every bit
interesting.”
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POINTED PARAGRAPHS
It is easier to write silly letters than it is
not to mail them.
Villains in plays have to be awfully bad
! in order to make good.
U ’ the man who lives upright isn't like
ly to die in that position.
If a man’s real wants are gratified he has
no ”:cuse for being unhappy.
A man never borrows the scales of justice
! for the purpose of weighing the shortcomings
I of his neighbor.
The constitution gives to every man the
| riy t of free speech—unless he is boarding
A woman so netimes sues a man for breach
• of promise merely to let the world know that
?he is still in the market.
THE LOVE TRAP
BY HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
CHAPTER LI II
A Change of Mind
a FTER three days and nights of mulling
/\ over the situation, Jeffry Arnold came
-‘Y to the conclusion that he was behav
ing like a lovesick boy. 'rhe fact remained
that in some marvelous way Gail Martin, a
girl ho had soon only a few times in his life,
had stirred him as no other woman ever
had. Was he to give up without making
a fight? Was he to give her up to a man
lie knew to be unworthy, without telling her
what he thought? He might, better tell her
of it than to let her go without a word, anil
besides he was more than certain that she
cared for him. He could not bring himself
to heJieve that she had been merely amus
ing herself.
With his decision to see Gail, the depres
sion of the last few days lifted and his
spirits began to rise. If she loved him, he
would take her in spite of herself. Nothing
in the world could keep them apart, and
this time there would be no mere exchange
of glances between them; he would deter
mine for himself how much she cared. He
would batter down her defenses. He would
take her in bis arms by force if necessary
and defy her to tell him that she intended
to marry another man.
He called the Thorrilton on the tele
phone and waited impatiently for the con
nection. His voice when he asked for Miss
Martin was not quite steady, but the reply
of the indifferent room clerk was not what
he expected.
“Miss Martin is not staying here now.”
“But she must be there,” he persisted.
“Just a moment,” drawled the maddening
voice, and then as Arnold waited impatient
ly and with vague misgivings stirring in his
heart, the clerk finally returned to the tele
phone.
“Miss Martin checked out yesterday. No
we have no idea ■where she went. You
might get in touch with Mr. Kennerley.
here’s a chance that he would know where
she is.”
Arnold slammed the receiver on the hook,
hot rage consuming him. Kennerley! Had
she gone to him! Had they by chance de
cided on a sudden marriage, an elopement?
It was the most likely thing in the world
and yet even now he could not bring him
self to believe it.
He fought against the impulse to call up
Arch Kennerley, but finally yielded. After
all, Kennerley needn’t know who was call
ing, and there would be a certain measure
of satisfaction in knowing th© truth. After
wasting considerable time and all of his pa
tience, Arnold was finally put through to
Arch Kennerley’s office, but the effort was
well worth the trouble he had taken. In
response to Arnold’s explanation that he
was an out-of-town friend of Miss Martin’s
and would like to get in touch with her,
Arch’s reply was emphatic. He had no
idea where Miss Martin was. She had left
the Thorrilton without telling him her
plans. The tone of his voice left Arnold
in no doubt as to whether or not he was
telling the truth. Arch was angry and he
took no trouble to disguise the fact. He
had received a letter from Gail and a mes
senger had delivered the small box contain
ing the engagement ring. His anger was
due not so much to the fact that he cared
for Gail and could not hear to lose her, as
it was to hurt pride and the knowledge that
any woman could treat him with such scant
ceremony.
In spite of Jeffry's dismay at Gail’s sud
den disappearance, he hung up the receiver
with a feeling of exultation in his heart. He
had been right after all. Gail had not been
able to go through with it, and rather than
marry Arch Kennerley she had run away.
At this very moment she was hiding some
where in the city, but where she was and
how he was to go about finding her were
questions that he had no way of answering.
(Concluded Saturday.)
WORK AND HAPPINESS
By H. Addington Bruce
IT is a truism which cannot he too steadily
kept in mind that without work, inter
ested work, there can be no happiness.
Nay, work is capable of giving us not only
happiness but much else besides. Jules
.Payot, that admirable philosopher of every
day life, does not overstate when, in his lat
est book, “The Conquest of Happiness,” he
observes:
“A man who really works is so busy that
he has no energy to waste in spleen. His
personality expands. He discovers in him
self deep layers of force of which he had not
dreamed. His character becomes stronger.
“He has no desire for hunting after emo
tions, adventures, drink, and unusual ex
citements. From continuous contact with
the laws of the universe his soul takes some
of their stability, calm, and patience. « . .
Work helps us to attain serenity.”
Multitudes, I know, will dissent vigorous
ly from this glorification of work.
In their case, they protest, work has cer
tainly not brought the benefits mentioned.
I ■would ask them to listen to Payot a mo
ment longer.
“Work becomes a burden when one does
it having in view only money or vanity.
Then energy is sold for something inferior.
Mercenary work never brings peace and sat
isfaction, just as the pennies given to a beg
gar never satisfy him.”
And therein is the error into which multi
tudes fall.
The worker, of course, should through his
work, conscientiously and efficiently done,
gain both a livelihood and some degree of
reputation. But to make either reputation
or livelihood the chief end of work is to lose
sight entirely of what is really work's chief
purpose.
That purpose is to provide an adequate
means of self-expression and self-realization
in away that shall be socially useful. It
is when one senses this significance of his
work, and only then, that work engenders
happiness and enlarges the personality.
It may he argued—in fact, it n as fre
quently been argued—that modern modes of
work, particularly machine industry and the
principle of subdivision of labor/ make it
next to impossible for men and women to
work creatively satisfying. I am not pre
pared to concede the full validity of this
argument.
Many workers, through idealizing their
monotonous machine activities, through rec
ognizing the socially useful significance of
the comparatively insignificant parts of shoes
or razors or automobiles turned out by
them, contrive to find happiness even at the
* machine.
j If not all are so constituted that they can
| do this, it is at least possible to all, thanks
' to the shortening of the working-day effected
j by the coming of machinery, to find outside
I their regular employment some socially use
j ful occupation—if it be only a hobby such
i as gardening—which will satisfy the creative
urge.
And in one way or another that urse must
■ be satisfied through work—through work
I done interestedly—if happiness is to be
! achieved. That is the truth underlying
■ Payot's insistence on the beneficence of
' work. It is a truth which all idlers, seini
j idlers, and reluctant workers ignore to their
! great loss
(Copyright, 1 924.)
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i If there is one time more than another
when a woman should be alone with her
thoughts it is when a passing automobile
■ splashes mud on her new gown.
BY BISHOP IV. A. CANDLER
THE PERILS OF PAGANISM AMONG US I that demanded at the present time. The
Nr O NATION has ever perished by the
assaults of forces outside of it, but
from demoralization and decay within
itself.
All the powerful peoples of whom history
gives us any account have died as suicides.
They have risen to
power and prosperity by
self-denial and have fal
len into defeat and deso
lation by self-indulgence.
Plain living has given I
them strength and lux
urious habits have
wrought their ruin. Pov
erty has blessed them
and opulence has cursed
them.
Wealth is perilous not
only to Individuals, but
it is very dangerous to
nations also, especially
when it pours in sud
denly and has not been
acquired gradually ns
the fruit of patient labor.
luxury and engenders vile voluptuousness.
The desolate ruins of Egypt, Ninevah and
Babylon attest and exemplify these tint is,
and‘the decline and fall of the Roman Empire
confirm them.
When these world-powers of ancient times,
deluded by their riches, imagined that they
were too potent ever to perish, they were tot
tering to their fall into remediless ruin.
Modern nations, especially the Anglo-Saxon
peoples, should take warning from the fate
of these ancient commonwealths.
The vast accumulations of Great Britain and
the United States are of recent origin, and
they are drawing after them enfeebling lux
ury and riotous voluptuousness.
Into Great Britain has flowed untold wealth
from the fruitful colonies and enriching de
pendencies of the empire and from its gainful
maritime power. The luxury now prevalent
under the reign of George V exceeds anything
dreamed of when Victoria was proclaimed
Empress of India as well as Sovereign of the>
United Kingdom.
The wealth of the United States has in
creased even more swiftly. In 1860 the tax
able property in our country, exclusive of
the value of slaves, which was a liability
rather than an asset, was no more than $15,-
000,000,000. Now it exceeds $315,000,000,-
000. Were immeasurable riches ever gathered
so rapidly in all the history of mankind.
These two great nations now own quite
half of the wealth of the world.
They control one-fourth of the land surface
of the globe; exercise authority over one
third of the world’s population; occupy all the
most strategic points on the planet; possess
most of the richest mines of gold, iron and
coal in the earth: command the highways of
the sea and the railways of the land; dominate
the commerce of mankind; and direct all the
current of material good for the human race.
Alas! while surpassing in wealth the. Baby
lonish Kingdom in its most opulent era,
they have imbibed also the vanity and pfide
of the boastful king of that base realm,
who walking upon the roof of his luxurious
palace and reflecting on the resources of
his rich dominions, said.“ls not this great
Babylon that I have built for the house of
the Kingdom by the might of my power
and for the honor of my majesty?” (Daniel
4:30.) While they indulge his folly, let
them he mindful also of the divine judg
ment upon him of which we read, “While
the word was the King’s mouth, there fell a
voice from heaven saying, ‘O King Nebu
chadnezzar, to thee it is spoken: Thy King
dom is departed from Thee.' ” (Daniel 4:31.)
It is to be feared, however, that they
are too obsessed with the mania for luxury
and pleasure-seeking to heed any warning
of God or man.
The dreadful war of 1914-1918, with all
its sorrows and horrors has not chastened
them. If there is any difference between
their habits of riotous self-indulgence be
fore the war and their extravagance now it
seems their frenzy of folly is more wild at
this time than it was in the pre-war period.
Just a few days ago a press dispatch from
Leeds, England, reported a notable econo
mist of England as taking this view with
reference to the luxurious manner of living
now prevalent in his country. The cable
gram, as printed in our great dailies, was
as follows:
“The reason rehabilitation in this country
is so slow is that everyone both collectively
and individually spends more than they can
afford. This statement was made by Felix
J. Blakemore recently in an address to the
chamber of commerce here. He said the
board of trade returns for 192 3 showed an
adverse balance against this country of sl,-
060,570,000, indicating that while there
had been a fall in the value of the exports,
the value of imports had increased and so
depreciated the value of currency in foreign
countries, causing a slight increase in the
cost of living.
“ ‘How many people,’ he asked, ‘lf they
could be detached from present prejudices
and could see through the eyes of 1913,
would be able to recognize or even reconcile
the standard of living of pre-war days with
The Stuffed Club of Ignorance
By Dr. Frank Crane
z / tt r ELL, there may be something in
W it.”
* ’ With that spiritual instrument
how many have been pushed into folly and
into fear, and how many charlatans since the
world began have prospered!
There are so many things that cannot he
disproved much more than there are things
that cannot b© proved.
There is phrenology, the bump on your
head indicating the bumps on your soul; and
palmistry, the days of your life being indi
cated by the extent of a certain crease in
the skin of your hand; and pedomancy, the
wrinkles on your foot being the railway map
of your career; and astrology, whereby the
stars are supposed to reveal your destiny;
and taple rapping, and innumerable petty
superstitions, such as walking under a lad
der, seeing the new moon over your left
shoulder, stepping on the cracks of the side
walk, opening an umbrella in the house,
spilling salt and knocking on wood.
There may be something in it, to be sure.
And because we cannot disprove a thing it is
proved we are under some obligation to
consider it proved!
This crazy reasoning influences more per
sons than you w’ould suppose. If your
friends would confess you would find very
few who are not affected a bit by this form
of insane perversion of logic.
Old Dr. Johnson would go back and start
again if he left the house with his left foot
making the first step. Many a judge or
■ learned professor is shy of number thirteen.
| So widespread is the Friday bugaboo that
few would begin a journey that day.
When we get to the bottom of this state
:of mind it is seen to resemble the old piece
of fool’s logic which ran on this wise:
“I can prove to you that it is raining now
in this room.”
“How so?”
“Well, it is either raining or it is not rain
| ing, isn’t it?”
I “Certainly.”
'Very well. It is not raining, is it?”
i “It is not.”
1 “Then it must be raining!”
It is curious to note how the human race
OLD-TIME RELIGION
, It leads to lawless
THURSDAY MARCH 13, 1924.
theater, music liall and cinema make a lari
greater demand upon personal expenditure,
than they did in 1913. Food luxuries at
every meal are more common today than in
pre-war days, and it appears tz> he an un
doubted fact that individually ana nation
ally we are, living above our income.’
“Mr. Blackmore asserted that unless all
sections of the community were prepared
to make some sacrifice and return to a
more humble and less ostentatious method
of living, the period necessary for the ad
justment of the present difficulties would
be extended.”
With equal justice the same might be
said of the present conditions in the United
States. On all sides we see the most waste
ful extravagance and conscienceless self-in
dulgence.
The end of all these things is as sorrow
ful as it is certain unless they be speedily
cured.
The inordinate pursuit of pleasure always
results in effeminacy and degeneracy. To this
rule there has never been found an exception
in all the world during all the ages of its ex
istence.
Self-indulgence engenders indolence also.
, When it prevails there is always an utter
want of earnest purpose and high endeavor,
i With respect to these noble things it is cynical
i and scornful. The votaries of sensual pleasure
speedily come to sneering at God and good
ness. Religion is a matter of jest and derision
with them. So are all other serious matters.
They make sport a business and then make
sport of business. They covet incomes with
out work.
The public welfare has no place in all their
thoughts, and no slightest concern for the
consequences of their manner of life upon
the community at large engages their atten
tion for a moment. They have no interest
in the public affairs of the nation —no, not
enough to understand, or oppose, even legisla
tion that is unfriendly to the enterprises from
which they derive the money that they
squander on their vices.
Their opinions, ■which they express most
volubly, are .not products of thought so much
as pretexts to defend their sins.
Yet with all they are. restless, discontened,
and unhappy. Life becomes to them dull and
, stale and insipid. Utterly intoxicated with
i pleasure and sensual enjoyment, they are con-
I stantly seeking new devices to impart zest
to an existence that has become tedious,
monotonous, and uninteresting. They are
' ever craving "new thrills.”
Os course, such habits of living are inev
itably destructive of morality. Rights of
property and even the sanctity of human life
I are violated if they stand in the way of Self
indulgence. Gambling, theft, robbery, defalca
: tions, and murder itself, are employed to get
, the means for procuring pleasure. These
; crimes of covetousness are of daily occurrence
j now in our land. Men are robbed and killed
in open daylight to get money for sensual
gratifications. So it was in old Rome, and
so runs the carnival of crime in the United
States.
Well may cries be raised for a "return to
normalcy;” for all these manifestations of
evil are symptoms of moral insanity.
But there will be no return to normalcy
until the people repent and return to God.
On the contrary conditions will grow worse
and worse; for it is the characteristic proper
ty of vice always to run from one excess of in
dulgence to another that is more piquant and
pleasurable.
There is but one saving element in our so
cial system which ancient Babylon and Rome
did not have. They had music, painting, sculp
tors, drama, architecture, literature, philosophy
■ and everything else that imagination could
, conceive and ingenuity obtain; but they were
I without the Christian religion.
Christianity is our only hope, and we can
| rely on that to save us only in so far as we
; have the experience of its heavenly life and
I subject ourselves to its divine law. Even in a
Christian atmosphere paganism may flourish.
If we live like pagans we shall perish like
I pagans. Indeed, all the evil things which Mr.
j Blakemore discussed and deprecated at Leeds,
■ and the similar sins which abound in our own
country, are utterly pagan in their nature.
Our luxury-loving mon and women are as
truly pagans as any of the voluptuaries who
brought Babylon to destruction and Rome to
ruin. Unless they can be Christianized —gen-
| uinely converted to God —they will corrupt
our civilization and overthrow our social
| system.
Tlie supreme need of Great Britain and the
. United States is a revival of pure and un
i defiled religion. Such a revival is most im
; peratively needed in our cities and towns, and
I among those in them who belong to what is
i called "the upper classes.”
i The “slums” do not need a revival of religion
quite as urgently as does what is called
i "society.”
From all classes in our land, both high and
j low, paganism piust he purged away by the
purifying power of Christs saving -grace. It
| has become a peril to the nation which puts
• in jeopardy every hour the life of the re-
I public.
I has been led by the nose by sheer nonsense
since history began. In ancient times gen
i erals planned campaigns and emperors de
< cided matters of state according to the ap
pearance of the entrails of fresh hilled bulls
or goats or the flight of birds or the sneez
ing of some spectator.
Ponderous systems of credulity have
j grown up on no sounder basis than this.
This crazy logic ha's bent kings, swayed
savants, filled countless libraries with trash,
depressed honest men, worried good women,
| frightened children.
’ It is the stuffed club of ignorance. By it
' timid humanity has been herded like sheep.
The world owes an unpayable debt to the
I spirit of modern science.
(Copyright, 1924.)
AH FAVORITE STORIES
By Irvin b. Cobb
This one js an old favorite of mine for pos
sibly because 1 have been hearing it for so
many years.
Late at night a farmer was aroused by
. drowsy cacklings on the part of his hens.
• Arming himself, he slipped forth and. sud
denly rapping on the door of the poultry
house he cried out:
i “Who’s in there?” \
There was a pause and then a quavering
Afro-American voice spoke:
“ ’Taint nobod}’ in yere ’ceptin’ jest us
chickens.”
There is a companion story of this, of some
what more recent vintage. A traveler, passing
through a colored settlement, heard cries of
inguish. Rounding a turn in the lane, he came
upon a large, very black woman who unmer
cifully was belaboring a small wailing pick-
I aninny.
“Wait a minute,” said the stranger. "What’s
that boy done to deserve such a beating?”
“He’s done done plenty,” stated the woman,
pausing the discipling with hand uplifted. “He
. tuck an’ left de chicken-coop do’ open an’ ail
j de chickens got out an’ run away.”
"I wouldn't worry about that,” said the
gentleman, anxious to save the offender from
further punishment. “Yotr know how chicken
are—they’ll come back homo.”
“Come back?” Hor voice rose to a pestered
• shriek. “Huh—they'll go back!”
HER MONEY
BY CAROLYN BEEC’HER
(HAPTER LXX
a LTHEA had drifted into an acqualnt
ance with an ultra smart set of men
and women whose lives were rather •
hectic. Excitement! That, was what they
oil sought, the excitement of drink —in spite
of prohibition—of cards, of daring dress and
speech, anything to keep from being bored
with themselves and with bach other.
Peter had no interest in this set, yet he oc
casionally joined them for appearance sake.
They were unaffectedly glad to have the fa- :
nious surgeon and his wife amongst, them be
cause they brought in a new interest, a new
element.
As Peter looked at them, artificial, super
ficial, ho felt a deadly fear that Althea might
become one of them, that if because sho was
unhappy with him she would become one of
them. He did not believe she really enjoyed
herself with them, that she liked that sort of
thing—their gay parties, etc. She was bored,
restless, ready to snatch at anything that
gave her forgetfulness—forgetfulness of him,
of her bondage. But as much as he could,
he would stand between her and them. He
would try and hold her to him, even if the
way were distasteful. That is he would hold
her as long as he could.
But he could not often go w r ith her, and
then he knew that Kenneth Moore looked
after her. Well, Moore was a decent sort
morally and Peter knew he cared nothing
for these gay affairs except that they brought
him and Althea together. «
“Better him than some of those lounge HI
lizards,” Teter said.
But there were times when Althea sicken
ed of all the gilt and glamor, when her very
soul sickened and longed for the quiet home
life of Nell and Rodney Blackwell. Not that
Nell and Rodney were hermits, hut her gay
ety, their youthful enthusiasms were whole
some. They cared nothing for the hectic life
of cases and cabaret halls, the theater, the
opera. Occasional dinners at their home or
the house of some friend, where a game of
bridge followed the dinner, filled all craving
for excitement; filled it healthily.
When with them Althea felt a sort of con
tent but her restlessness would not longer let
her remain at hoem alone, so she would go
with these others, finding entertainment if
not forgetfulness. Even M°ore complained
that he seldom saw her alone save when rid
ing to and from some affair.
Teter watched her guardedly. She was not
looking well to his professional eyes, al
though she never had been handsomer or in
gayer spirits. But a certain languor In the
morning, not unbecoming dark circles under
her eyes, told him she was wearing herself
out, and —for what?
Because she is unhappy.
It was his answer to the question. To his
mind, the only answer.
Peter looked worried; anxious.
Little Doris, in spite of her surroundings
and care, was not improving as fast as he
wished. He feared she was fretting for her
sister, yet he felt he could not spare Miss
Howard again—in justice to his office pa
tients, to himself.
Althea noticed and told herself:
“He is fretting because of his feeling for
Mrs. Williams.”
Finally, she spoke:
“Is something worrying you, Peter?”
“Why do you ask?”
“I thought you looked worried.”
“It’s nothing unusual, yet I had so hoped
for an unqualified success in my operation,
delicate as it was. Doris Howard isn't doing
as well as I wish.”
“Why—l—she's getting speh wonderful
attention, so you have saidi She —”
“That’s right! No one in the world could
have given her better care. But she isn t
happy, poor thing, and that means so much
in a case like hers.”
“Not happy? I don’t understand.”
“She tries to hide it,” Peter went on.
“She’s a brave little creature, but she misses
her sister —frets for her. She was doing /
finely but the last week she hasn’t improved,
in fact, has gone back a little. She is so-frail
that the slightest setback may work harm.”
“Why not let her sister go back to her if
you think she needs her?” Her voice hard as
always when she spoke of Hiss Howard.
“I can’t in fairness to my other patients—
or to myself. I have several people on the
sick list that need careful attention. I must
have someone in tlie office upon whom I can
absolutely depend.”
They were silent for a time, Peter’s brows
knit, Althea struggling with the old, so often
discarded impulse—tlie thought that had
come to her so often.
Finally he pushed back his chair.
“I must go around and see what kind of a
night she had.” He sighed heavily. Althea
tartod to say something, then closed her lips
firmly.
“I can’t!” she said as the door closed upon. w.
Peter.
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Q. How tall must a man be In order to
enlist in the Marihe Corps? O. M.
A. New instructions have been issued,
under which the minimum height for appli
cants is 65 inches and minimum age limit
19 years.
Q. Why are the columns surrounding the
Lincoln Memorial irregularly spaced? J.
H. S.
A. In the spacing of colonnades such as
surround the Lincoln Memorial the outside
columns are always spaced nearer together
than any of the others, and there is usually
a variation in all the spaces This is espe
cially true of Greek Doric columns. One
reason is, that it gives a more pleasing gen
eral effect, and z another reason is that, the
view through columns along the side of the
building shows the outline of the two end
columns, which would not be the case it
spaced as wide as the central columns.
These columns are not vertical, hut lean
toward the building. The walls of the build
ing itself are not vertical, the outside of
them lean inward at a slightly Jess inclina
tion than the columns surrounding them.
Q. Was Captain Kidd an American?
T. S.
A. William Kidd was born in Scotland
about 1 650, went to sea at an early age,
and became a trader out of New York. He
was, of course, a British subject, but for
man} years his fortunes were cast with
those of the American colonies.
Q. Has any railroad ever celebrated its
centennial?. A. L.
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ware and Hudson, the first centennial of an
American railroad, was celebrated April
last in New York.
Q. Is there more of a tide at Washing
ton than at Baltimore? A. L. H.
A. The average rise a’nd .all of the tide
at Washington is 2 f.'-'t and 11 inches, while
at Baltimore it is 1 foot and 2 inches.