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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
The heart is deceitful above all things
and desperately tricked: who can know if?
I, the Lord search the heart; I try live reins,
even to give every man according to his
ways, and according to the fruit of his
doings. As the partridge sitteth on eggs
and hatcheth them not; so he that getteth
riches and not by right, shall leave them
in the midst of his days, and at his end
shall be a fool.-r-Jeremiah 17:9-11.
As Virginia Views It
CONFIRMATIONS of Georgia’s sound
judgment in declaring for William G.
McAdoo in the recent Presidential
preference primary, continue to multiply,
go cool and keen a watcher of events as the
Richmond Timqp-Dispatch, observing that
“he has marched steadily from one victory
to another within the party,” and that
“there is little doubt that he will be the
leading contender for the nomination,” gives
this good reason fpr his unbroken advance:
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“McAdoo is a progressive; those who
have shouted the loudest against him and
have combined to bring about his defeat are
reactionaries or, to express it in a milder
term, conservatives. If he were twice as
weak personally as he actually is, McAdoo
yet would put up a stiff fight in the arena
with opponents altogether out of tunc with
the dominent sentiment of the party this
year. Democrats in the rank and file be
lieve that only a progressive Democrat has
the ghost of a chance to win this fall against
the ultra conservatism of the Republican
party, and to a progressive they intend to
stick if they have their way at all. He will
be a great figure in the convention pri
marily because he is the only active candi
date who may be regarded as a symbol of
pirty hopes. . . . The cause he alone has
represented among the active or leading
candidates is the nearest the heart of the
Democratic party in the nation.”
This, interestingly enough, is just the
argument upon which The Journal pitched
_ its appeal for Georgia’s support of Mr. Mc-
Adoo in the primary election a fortnight
ago. The great significance of what the
Times-Dispatch now has to say, however, is
in the fact that it speaks from the heart
of a State having an honored son of her own
who, though not himself a candidate for the
nomination, is warmly admired by all Demo
crats and regarded by Virginians as Presi
dential timber. “To a man like Carter
Glass,” says our Richmond contemporary,
should be thrown the progressive vote, if
Mr. McAdoo himself cannot be nominated.
The meaningful thing is that in Senator
Glass’ own commonwealth, the outstanding
■ s
strength of William G. McAdoo as leader of
forward-minded Democracy is thus heartily
acknowledged. And surely there is noth
ing for which he" has better reason to be
gratified than such disinterested recognition
from the birth-State of Woodrow Wilson —
the Old Dominion, the Mother of Presidents.
Such, moreover, is the recognition ac
corded him wherever the party’s liberal ele
ments prevail. So it was in Missouri, where
the reactionary Reed was defeated by his
own constituents. So it was in Georgia,
where hackward-looking forces did their ut
most »<• prejudice the people, but without
avail. 5o it was in both the Dakotas. So
it will be in the New York convention.
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K The Parasites
THE department of justice investigation,
involving the alleged unfitness of At
b torney General Daugherty for the high
office he holds, reasonably may be expected
to disclose the extent to which political
parasites and hangers-on influenced govern
ment affairs nt Washington and to develop
the danger of the personal equation in mat-
! ly and cheerfully see
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I Address,
ters affecting the public interest. The coun-
I try has been surfeited with rumors about.
) the activity in recent years of what has been
called the ‘‘Ohio crowd” in Washington.
! it is not called the ‘‘Ohio crowd” because
' Ohioans, as a class, are any more or any
i less involved in such matters than residents
lof other states. It might boa Now York
crowd, a. New Jersey crowd, an Indiana
crowd, or a California crowd, depending on
the state affiliatioijs of the federal adminis
tration.
i Such a ‘‘crowd,” generally, is a coterie of
politicians that attaches itself to a favorite
son president and trades on his name. In
the present case, the ‘‘Ohio crowd” followed
President Harding to Washington, just as
such a crowd followed President Grant
j
there, years ago. Every president must
guard against his home state crowd, or suf
fer the consequences. Thej’ are very likely
to embarrass him or his administration.'
President Harding, a genial soul, felt tin
der sufficient political obligations to pick for
his attorney general one of his home state
crowd. Mr. Daugherty was an outstanding
.figure in the ‘‘Ohio crowd,” and a politician
of the old school. The members .of his
crowd rallied around Daugherty and felt
free to make the most of their intimacy with
him.
“What the ‘Ohio crowd’ did in Washing
ton in the last'three years is not known
with certainty,” remarks the Kansas City
Star. “‘President Harding never knew, al
though Washington has heard that he
learned enough about one member of it to |
cause such an explosion of executive wrath '
as Colonel Forbes, late of the veterans’ bu
reau, faced under similar circumstances.
President Harding was the victim of his
state crowd as President Grant was of his.
Ohio didn’t have a popular, genial and ten
der-hearted president for nothing.”
The activity of the “Ohio crowd” in
Washington serves to emphasize the wisdom
of the Turk, whom Addison says permits no
brother to be near the throne. The wise
president should, and does, beware of per
mitting his home too many liberties
and too much iqtimacy. The home folks are
likely to get an idea that the president is
their own personal property, with only a
secondary obligation to the country at large.
If such an impression gains a foothold,
politicians, office seekers, favor hunters, “I
knew-hiiff-when parasites” and the like
usually descend on Washington, clamoring
for place and position without the slightest
regard for the fitness of things.
President Wilson recognized the danger
not only of the type, but also the danger of
personal intimacies with politicians during
his eight years at the White House. In his
entertaining and illuminating history of
Woodrow Wilson, now appearing in The.
Journal, David Lawrence explains Mr. Wil
son’s isolation during his administration,
quoting him to this effect:
“Here in Washington there is such a crav
ing to get close to the presidency—as if
there was something really important about
it that would rub off —that many cannot re
sist the Inclination to brag and boast that
they are in the president’s confidence. This
not only may not hurt some good friend and
supporter . . . but in time it may destroy
the effectiveness of others. . . . All of
this simply means that a president must
isolate himself during his term of office.”
It is too unfortunate tha't the lamented
President Harding did not have the same
conception, for, from the rumors afloat and,
indeed, from disclosures already made in
connection with Teapot Dome and, the vet
■
erans’ bureau, it is obvious that designing
and selfish politicians made the most of
their relations to feather their nests.
THE LITTLE TOE
By Dr. Frank Crane
THE next time you are getting ready for
bed, when you have taken off your
footgear, stop a bit and take* a look
.at your little toe; either one. In case of
doubt which to contemplate, take the one
with (he corn.
You will find it hard to see. You will
have to twist your leg and crane your neclc.
For the marks of your decadence are con
cealed from your observation, away at the
corners, one at the extreme southeast and
the other at the furthermost southwest
| land’s-end of your body.
x What a poor, small, compressed, leaflike,
triangular thing it is, resembling a packed
pig! It is wholly useless, having lost all
its original shape and function.
Man once set his foot flat on the ground,
where it spread duly out and gave him
spring and action. Then came the devil,
whose other name is Everybody (French,
tout le monde; Scriptural name legion), and
devised shoes, which Whittier properly called
“those prison cells of pride,” and the free,
muscular, fingerlike toes were squeezed like
> sardines into one mass, and man became
. unidactylic, one-toed, exchanging his lion’s
paw for a horse's hoof.
’ This little toe is a symbol of spiritual
and majestic realities, as all things on earth
and sea arc symbols when spiritually eyed.
: The little toe stands for all those misshapen,
i 1 defunct, and absurd remnants in us of facul
ties once normal and princely.
Take religion, for instance, a noble thing
enough when primitive man awoke to the
meaning of the vast unknown and bowed to
the sun and abased his head to the stars; so
> also when Moses spoke at Sinai and Jesus
in Galilee and St. Francis and Sister Clare
by Assisi; but in how many today does
it persist only a poor dried waste of re
l i spectability, an inflamed and threatening ver
-1 mifonu appendix of superstition and childish
I fear; or just a pitiful impotent little toe of
-■worry of no more mortal use but. as the
1 1 last, of the little pigs, the one that neither
’ ( went to market nor stayed at home, to cry
■ •Wee, wee!”
SLANDER
, BY HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
Anthony danced very well. It was one of
the accomplishments of a gentleman, and he
was equally well versed in golf, tennis, swim
ming and any game of cards.
As he put his arm around Miriam's slim
waist he realized that she held herself away
from him. Her body was as slender as a
willow wand, but as remote, for she did not
“snuggle.” she was lissome and light; she
danced to the rhythm of the music, but her
method was impersonal; it was very much
like the reserve in which she wrapped her
self, and again Anthony was irritated.
When he danced with women he liked the
knowledge that, while he was indifferent,
they were not. This amused him. But
dancing with Miriam left him in no doubt
of the fact that she was either entirely in
different to him, or resolved on keeping him
at arm's length. He had never known a
woman in his life who had been able to play
that kind of a game and get away with it.
The , dance ended 'abruptly, and al
most immediately Miriam was carried
away from hint. Christine took posses
sion of her, introduced her to people
right and left, and it was midnight
before Anthony could get another dance
with her. As they swung out on the
floor the impulse came to him to see what
would happen if he drew her close. He won
dered what she would do, and the thought of
catching her off guard was an interesting
one.
His eyes 'narrowed and a smile twitched
at his mouth as began to tighten
his grasp of her- They danced around the
floor before he had accomplished his pur
pose, and then she was close against his
heart; if she had turned her face it would
have touched his; the scent of her hair waj?
in his nostrils.
It seemed to him as he held her so that
her heart was beating hard against his, but
she gave no sign, of having noticed what he
had done. She was too thoroughbred for
that.
CHAPTER XVIII
z A Woman's Heart
WHEN the dance was over Anthony
had no way of telling what was go
ing on ii* Miriam’s mind. Her face
was flushed, hut she had been exercising,
and her color was probably due to that.
Neither had her manner toward Anthony ;
changed. She was sweetly impersonal as I
always, and when he asked if he might see
her home, she thanked him and said that
Mrs. Bennett had offered to drop her.
Nevertheless, Miriam had been conscious
of the fact that he had held her closely, she
had realized his intention from the time
when his arms had first tightened around
her, and she had been disturbed and a lit
tle frightened at the response that had
Iteaped up in her. Never before had she
experienced this tingling of the nerves, this
sudden hammering of her pulses. It gave
her a feeling of panic—for sb* wanted no
entangling * alliances in h£fr life. She was i
satisfied wit heverything as it . was, and if
she looked forward to marriage at all, it
was with the thought that she was still
young and had plenty of time. Marriage
was something that would come to her
when she was tired of playing with her ca
reer.
What she didn’t know now, but realized
later, was the fact that Anthony’s first ap
peal to her had been through the mind.
His quiet assured way of talking ha,d capti
vated her imagination, the knowledge that
he'knew more than she did had its subtle
appeal. All other men she had looked upon
as either equals or inferiors, and Anthony
was the first man she considered superior
to her. She seemed to seen centuries of
breeding behind him, generations of smooth
talking men and women. ‘Not that she ad
mitted that he was any better than she was,
but there was a subtle something about him
that set him apart from other men.
On her way home with the Bennetts,
Miriam was very quiet. Christine was nerv
ously vivacious, sjje kept talking about the
different things that had happened that eve
with what she had had to say. He had
put himself out to call for her tonight when
it wasn’t at all necessary. Was there any
truth in what Christine had said, was
taking you home.”
“Nonsense,” Miriam returned lightly, al
though she was conscious again of that
slight tingling of the nerves.
“Oh, you needn’t be so modest, it’s quite
true,” Christine persisted. “He’s never met
any one like you before; in the Language
of the day, ‘you don’t give him a tumble.’ ”
“Christine!” gasped .Mrs. Bennett, “such
language, my dear!”
Christine laughed and turned to Creigh
ton. “You don’t mind my slang, do you,
old dear? You’ll put up with me withou
retading me any curtain lectrues, won’t
you?”
Miriam was glad that the conversation
had thken a different tu4m, she was grateful,
too, for the darkness, for she felt the hot
color in her cheeks. Os course, Christine ex
aggerated everything, but could there be
anything in what she Said? Her common
sense told her no. Anthony Breen was old'
at the game, he was merely trying her out,
amusing himself with her. And'yet his man
ner toward her had been indicative of in
terest, he had seemed more than amused
ning, and finally she turned to Miriam with
a little laugh. Darling old Anthony didn’t
like it a bit when he learned that we were
there? And then in a flash Miriam realized
that she was trying to believe that ’here
was,"she wanted him to like her. She \:ed
hini. she liked him very much. But t sure>
mere liking wouldn’t bring the color to
her face and make her heart beat fast. Did
she feel more than mere liking for him,
was that it? But surely she couldn’t bo
falling in love with a man who had never
jiven her any reason to believe that he
:ared for her.
CHAPTER XIX
A Sudden Trip
ONE night shortly after Christine’s en
gagement dinner, Anthony called Mir
iam on the telephone. He was urged
on by what he termed his desire to be
amused. He >was sure that if he grew to
know Miriam better, he would find -her very
much like all the rest. Ho was certain that
under that cool elusvieness of her manner
she was just a very human girl, and merely
because he wanted to be amused, he intend
ed to find out more about her. Over the
wire, she sounded preoccupied, and when he
asked her to have dinner with him the fol
lowing evening, she said that it would be
impossible.
Miriam was ashamed of the thrill that
swept over her sound of his voice,
she was angry at the feeling of sick disap
pointment she experienced at not being able
1 to accept his invitation.
‘‘We’ll make it another evening if tomor
' row is taken,” he persisted. “How about
Friday or Saturday of this week?”
“Em sorry, but it just happens that. I am
leaving town tonight.” the girl said hurried
ly. “I have to make a , trip to the coast.”
“To the coast?” he repeated blankly.
“California?"
“Yes.”
“And you’re leaving tonight?”
"Yes, at midnight."
A moment's silence and then his voice
came to her ears, as even and unhurried as
it always was.
"I’ll come down* and take you to the
train.”
"O no. please, don’t do that. I’d rrt’-cr
you wouldn’t, really.”
"Wht ? Has anyone else forstallcd me?"
I “No.”
BY MRS. IV. H. FELTON
SOME FACTS AND SOME FAKES'
a PERSONAL acquaintance with Wash-
ZA ington City was a novel and instructive
* one to a plain north Georgia woman,
beginning in November, 1875, and coming
along down the forty-nine years which we
know have come and gone since that. date.
My first visit to the White House was on
a certain Saturday in the late winter of
1 875-76, to attend Mrs. President Grant’s
reception, given to the public. We had to
get in line and crowd in and around several
rooms before we reached thp hostess. There
were all sorts of folks and all sorts of colors,
from Anglo-Saxon to African-Orientals, being
Japs and Chinese. J. stood for a little while
by an elegantly-dressed woman and heard
somebody ask her, “How’s the Senator?”
She- was quite as fair-complected and, I
must say, quite as good looking as many of
the visitors. She was Mi*?s. Senator Bruce,
of Mississippi, the wife of the only colored
senator who has occupied a seat in the
United States senate. She and her husband,
I was informed', were both educated at Ober
lin college, in Ohio. I never question since
that time the ease and aids by which quad
roon women could reach good and polite so
ciety at the capital. Hon. Charles Sumner
broke with General Grant because Hon. Fred
Douglas, colored, was not invited to dine at
the White House feast given to various rep
resentatives from abroad, Haiti included, and
the Haitian with a darker complexion than
Douglas. This is fact. When Sumner died
Hon. L. Q. C. Lamar made a demonstration
with eloquent eulogy on Charles Sumner,
and our Dixie shouters made a business of
cussing Grant as lover of
the colored politicians. How about the
fakes?
The first time I attended church in Wash
ington was Dr. Newman’s church, where the
president attended. We had to crowd into
a pew, where a white man felt obliged to
put his arm around a colored brother’s neck
to make room for ourselves. This is a fact.
Our people were on tip-toe, that Grant
should allow White House callers of the col
ored variety, but when Grover Cleveland
went in the White House he entertained
Douglas and his white wife, as his week-end
guests. This is a fact, but it was not elab
orated in the south, .except in Hon. Tom
Watson's Jeffersonian. I called to see Hon.
W. J. Bryan at the secretary of state’s office
on the day before he resigned from Wilson’s
cabinet. I had to wait awhile. As I recol
lect, there were a half dozen of his. official
aides, who were brothers in black, and sev
eral asked me if thej r could be of service to
me. It would have been deemed a fake
story at home, but it was a fact in reality—
in the national capital.
I was in Washington when the colored
municipal judge, Robert H. Terrell, ap
pointed by President Taft, was reappointed
lay Wilson. The white citizens
held a mass meeting to protest, and a sena
tor from Mississippi attended and spoke at
that meeting. I read the speech in the next
morning’s paper. The senator was named
Vardaman. This is a fact. This fight on
Vardaman may have been a cruel fake, but
the Mississippi voters turned down Varda
man for protecting white supremacy in the
District of Columbia. This is a fact.
I was in Washington when General Belk
nap was impeached, because his wife was
presented with some extra spending money
by post traders who had been appointed by
her husband as Secretary of war. The en
tire amount has been lately set at $20,000.
My recollection makes it nearer $40,000 all
told.
It was really a movement prosecuted by
General Hazen and General Garfield to elect
■Mr. Blaine to the presidency—but failed.
Here were fakes —also facts. Take your
choice. I was there. I heard it. I was
there in 1 880, when Governor Colquitt ap
pointed Governor Joseph E. Brown to the
senate after the resignation of United States
Senator Gordon. It occurred during the ad
ministration of President Hayes, who was
succeeded by Garfield ahd Arthur. We had
no Democratic president until March 4,
1885. Somebody has said the general was
so grieved by old Confederates wanting of
ficial positions he felt obliged to resign.
Maybe so, but there are facts as well as
fakes in many things of that sort, and Re
publican presidents generally took care of
their own lame ducks, also Democrats. 1
was in Washington when Vera Cruz was
taken by American soldiers, in the early
part of the Wilson administration. How
much was spent in that fake Mexican war I
cannot tell, but it goes without saying it
petered out, without any martial glory’ to
anybody. The facts have never been well
explained, but the fakes are fully in evi
dence.
The senate investigation of oil leases has
abated, and the senators are arrayed against
the attorney general, which has taken its
place, and they are spending untold thou
sands on witnesses who have no character
to spare, and in hearing what dead people
are supposed to have said, by those who
have no reputation to defend, and this oc
curs on the floor of the greatest legislative
body iii the known world. Certainly fakes,
if not facts! And such as this is swallowing
up millions of the taxpayers’ money; arid
this occurs in a land where courts and
judges and juries and sheriffs and jails are
thick as “leaves on Vallambrosa.” We have
the same sort nf camouflage going on in our
Georgia legislatures. / We had two fake leg
islatures last year—l 923. Two actual facts.
They amazed the people of the sftate; to use
General Toombs’ saying, they “fatigued the
people’s indignation.” But a few rose up to
“Then why mayn’t I come?” ]
“O, because it isn’t necessary, really.”
“If that's the only reason, I’m corning
anyway.”
Another silence, and then his voice again, j
“You won’t refuse to let me in, will
you?”
“I’d rather you wouldn't come down here,
but if you'd like to come to the itation, it i
would be very nice to see you.”
-\Xithony was for pressing his point, but
decided against it. This time she shjuld
have her way, although why she objected so
strenuously to his coming to her apartment,
he was at a loss to know. Could it be that i
she was ultra-conventional? But no, that
was ridiculous. A girl who dined with
strange looking men would have no si; : y
conveitional ideas of propriety. P< rl,? .
someone else was with her, someone she
would have to get rid of before-she left < r
the train. At the thought, an incredible
feeling swept over Anthony, a feeling of
sharp. disappointment, minsrled with some
thjng very like jealousy. He explained it to
himself by saying that although he expected j
it. he didn’t want to be disappointed in this'
girl. It would be refreshing to find just one i
woman different from the rest, although he
Hardly believed it possible. i
As for Miriam, she finished the packing 1
of her traveling case, with her thoughts in
a whirl. When Mr. Carson had first men
tioned sending her to the coast, she had
been thrilled, delighted, and after that ‘
things had happened so quickly that she had
found it impossible to think of anything but '
plans for her trip.
And now tonight, her joy was clouded, 1
the sound of a nnrn’s voice over the tele- 1
phone had set her to dreaming of things
that could never be. She knew that she i
wanted to see him again, but she knew also
that he did not care for her as she cared
for him.
Satuifla.’—"Goodbye’’ and “The Unwrit
ten Letter.” i
THE COUNTRY HOME
THI RSDAY, APRIL 3. 1921.
apologize for these fake legislatures; and
those few might have been behind the scenes
if the facts had been exposed. That people
of intelligence and good character can af
ford to sit still and be thus run over is past
understanding.
If this is the aftermath of war, we seem
to be heading towards another French revo
lution, where Jacobins kept, the guillotine
running every day in the week and Sunday,
too. The wife of Marquis Lafayette, Gen
eral Washington's friend, lost her mother
and aged grandmother—their heads thus cut
from their bodies—with a howling crowd to
look at the execution, and dip their neckties
in their blood. And Lafayette, the promoter
of liberty in France as well as in America,
was imprisoned seven years in Olinutz
prison, for otherwise he would have lost his
own head. The demoralization following this
World’s war cannot be revealed this side of
eternity in its fulness with truthfulness.
The sacrifice of billions of money does not
compare with the sacrifice of our young
men in foreign graves and the destruction
of morals, and this rule of the reds here.
THE FARMING OUTLOOK IN NORTH
WEST GEORGIA
A NEIGHBOR called to see me yesterday
and gave me a picture of farm con
ditions that would keep me awake at
night, if I could afford to “take it so hard”
—and get sick over it.
A white family moved on the neighbor’s
place before Christmas, and they remained
until early in March, and then moved off.
Not a single thing did these white tenants
do, for themselves or the landowner, but
burn wood, and go to town to amuse them
selves. They had no * interest in cutting
bushes, opening ditches or stopping gullies.
For nearly three months’ the tenants did ab
solutely nothing towards getting ready for a
crop. They didn’t even prepare a plant bed
for themselves in the garden, free of rent,
Here was a strapping white man, with
children old enough to help him with a
good crop, and this lazy creature deliberate
ly deceived the landlord, and did not have
the manners to say “thank you” when he
left the premises.
I have been too ailing to expose myself to
the cold weather, and my neighbor said,
when leaving, “you ought to see how they
are wasting the wood on your place,” I re
marked, “I cannot help it.” I had been so
badly treated last year by the same sort of
tenants, that I could only shut my mind to
it, and try to forget it.
This land of ours is enormously taxed,
state and county. To this is a,dded an op
pressive local school tax to provide free edu
cation for just such people as my neighbor
described to ine and which I am detailing
to you.
It would be silly to expect anything like a
moderate crop under such conditions. I am
here to say: such farming land is a liability,
certainly not an asset. If you cannot sell
it, you wear out your strength and patience
to trouble with it. \ .
I must divert mind from such worries.
So I took up the Congressional Record of
March 18, and which contained a speech by
Senator Borah, in which he said: “There
could be no task, more, agreeable to this
congress, than that (of lifting this stupen
dous tax burden which is now crushing the
American people. It should enlist our in
dividual purpose and call for our most
earnest effort. Homes are being sold all
over this country because the owners can
'not pay the taxes. Business men are dis
tressed because they are unable to pay their
taxes. Farms upon which people have lived
more than half a century—(l have been liv
ing on such a farm more than seventy
years)—giving their time and their industry
in the effort to raise families and mske a
home, see them now passing awhy from
them, by’ reason of tax.sales. The tax bur-
this country is one of the most dis
couraging and demoralizing conditions
which confront us from an economic and
also moral standpoint. It would be diffi
cult to command language to describe the
condition of the agricultural interests
through the great fifteen northwestern agri
cultural states. In one agricultural state
there were 6,000 items in a single newspa
per advert ieing property for sale be
longing to farmers. I have made this state
ment before. I have been written to, to find
if it was 600, rather than 6,000. It was not
an terror, it was the truth. The farmer is
now approaching the time when he must
prepare for a crop, and he does not know
what to do.”
I might go on for another page ro remind
the country' home readers of the state of
the country’ in the far west. What concerns
us, is the state of Georgia. And unless win
ter lets go, and the farmers can get time to
plant cotton by the middle of April, the cot
tdn crop will be cut off to the minimum. No
need to sound an alarm in the newspapers
to cut off acreage. In large measure, it is
already cut off, without intending it.
To pay enormous taxes with corn and
fodder will mean virtual confiscation; and if
the price of cotton had not been high for
a year past the sheriff wauld have to col
lect the taxes from the sale of the land—•
and then what?
The armistice came on November 11,
1918. We are paying the same old war
taxes; and although we have millions ap
propriated for schools, Georgia’s illiteracy
is the talk ol the nation.
To one who saw the uplift that came to
Georgia after the Civil war, by reason of in
dustry and bedrock economy, it looks as if
the time has come to call on our Heavenly’
Father to save us from a rolling wave of
bankruptcy and financial ruin.
QUIZ
Any Tri-Weekly Journal reader can
get the answer to any question puzzling
him by writing to The Atlanta Journal
Information Bureau, Frederic J. Has
kin director, Washington, D. C., and in
closing a two-cent stamp for return
postage. DO NOT SEND IT TO OUR
ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. How ancient is the custom of playing
with dolls? E. B. L.
A. Laura B. Starr, an authoritj’ on the
subject, says: “Recorded history does not go
back to the time when there were no dolls.”
The oldest dolls in the world are in the
British Museum. They were found in
Egyptian tombs. Some are more than 4,-
000 years old.
Q. Where have dinosaurs been found and
how large were they? L. K.
A. Remains of dinosauria have been
found from time to time in North and South
America. Europe, Southern Asia, South Afri
ca and Northern Australia. The most note
worthy localities are Bernissart, in Belgium,
and the Rocky .Mountains. The smallest of
these prehistoric animals were about the size
of a chicken; the largest attained lengths
of from 60 to 70 feet; heights of from
10 to 2o and weights estimated at from
20 to 25 tons.
Q. How many farmers have radio sets?
G. E. K.
.v. I: i- impossible to get an estimate
only. A questionnaire was sent out, to
which replies were received from 780 coun
ties. These figures were averaged, and that
figure projected for all of the 2,850 agricul
tural counties in the country. This gave
an estimate of 1 15,000 sets on farms at the
time of the survey, September 1, 1923.
Q. What do the words “ahoy" and “avast”,
mean? I). D. S.
A. “Ahoy" is merely an interjection used
in hailing' ship-- “Avast" is also a nautical
term, which moanL tu ceas., stop, or stay.
—~
HER MONEY W
7),“' 1
• BY CAROLYN BEECHER
CHAPTER LXXVIII
THE morning mail brought a letter with
a foreign postmark. It was addressed,
in a writing Althea had seen several
times and when Peter picked it up Alt.hea
watched him closely. To her disappointment
he put it with others into his pocket, say
ing he would read them later when he had
more time.
“He wanted to be alone to read her let
ter,” she said, all her jealousy of Ruth Wil
liams, the writer, flaming up anew.
All day she was miserable. Even Doris’
prattle could not take her mind from .that
letter and Peter's evident desire to be alone
when he read it.
That evening Peter remained in the living
room with her. She was even, more than
usually quiet and he remarked it.
“My head aches,” she excused.
He arose at once, gave her a mild sedative
and then resumed his reading. It was early
when he said he thought he would retire and
urged Althea to do likewise.
“I am sorry you aren't feeling well,”
he said as he passed her chair, stooped and
pressed his lips to her hair.
“You don’t have to pretend, Peter,” she
said, her voice filled with bitterness.
“I’m not pretending, Althea, but if even
that light caress is disagreeable to you, I
will nqj; repeat it.” His voice, too, was
bitter.
“You know you don't care for me—that
you never did! So why make a pretense?
Save your caresses for her when she comes
back!”
“Althea, what are you talking aboutT
What do you mean?”
“You know only too well! Again I ask
you, why pretend? You never have cared
for me, have been in love with Ruth Wil
liams for years. She is free now— you can
get rid of me arid marry her!” As she
talked Althea lost all control of herself and
the words fairly fell over each other. “I
thought at first you might perhaps learn to
love me in spite of the way you married me
—but it has been no use! And when you
pretend to care, when I know you don’t, it
maddens me!”
“What do you mean by ‘the way I mar
ried you’?” Peter asked, his voice very
quiet.
“Y r ou only fnarried me to help you get on
in your profession! Y r ou don't need me any
mere —haven’t for a long time. And ”
“Althea, will you please tell me plainly
what you mean? I asked you to marry m»
because I loved you. I never have ceased
to love you—although goodness knows I
have had little incentive. As for caring for
anyone else—that is preposterous!”
“You married me to get that little legacy
Aunt Althea left me, thinking it would help
you on with your work. Before we had
been married two weeks you showed me
plainly that you cared nothing for me. Y’ou
couldn’t keep up the farce even until our
honeymoon was over!”
“And you have believed that all these
years?’
“There was nothing else for me to be
lieve. Then I saw you falling in love with
Ruth Williams and have known I was a
stumbling block in the way of your happi
ness ever since.’’
Peter was silent for a moment. Althea i
was jealous—that was why she had let
herself be drawn into Miss Bundy's plans;
why she had listened to her—the revelation !
came clearly. If she was jealous she must
care for him a little. Then he spoke, his
voice full of longing:
“Althea, can it be we were both mistaken
—that we have been living all this time at
cross-purnoses? Wasting our lives when
we might have been happy? The day be
fore we left Holden, less than two weeks
after we were married, I overheard one of
the townspeople say you had only married
me to get your legacy. That had it not
been me it would have been someone else—- , i
that the man didn’t matter. I believed it.
I was a poor, struggling doctor with my way
to make; there was no reason you should 1
marry me. I have always believed it. You
thought I had married you for your money!
I thought you had married me only to se
cure it! Was there such a blundering pair?
I love you, Althea? Won’t you believe it?
Let me prove it, now that I know?’’
He opened his arms to her and Althea,
with her head pillowed on his breast, told !
of her love, her terrible unhappiness. It
was not until the gray light of morning fil
tered through the drawn curtains that they (
stopped talking, explaining, telling of their | .
love. But at last every semblance of a
cloud between them had been blown ajvay I
and they planned a new, a happy life, a life
of confidence in each other.
“We’ll have another honeymoon, dear,
i just as soon as I can arrange to get away,” .
Peter said, a rt they stood at the window ' *
watching the sun rise.
“If Doris can stay with us I shall not
have an ungratified wish in the world,
Peter. As Mollie said in her letter, I have
a good home,' a husband who loves me, ao
what more can I want?”
“I think you have no need to fear we will
lose Doris. Yet if we should we now have
each other.” ' \ .
“And, Peter, isn’t it dreadful to think
wtyat. we have lost, how unhappy we have
been because of that little legacy of mine?
Yet Aunt was right in one way. I would
rather have been married to you and be un
happy than to liv : alone as she did.”
“You see, Althea, our story ends as all
good stories should; we will live happy for
ever after this.”
(THE END.)
MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irvin S. Cobb
A largo family came to America soma
years back from Russia. The emigrant!!
i prospered in their new home.
Eventually they left the east side and
■ moved uptown to a more expensive quar
t ter. But they suffered under the handicap
lof having one of those unpronounceable
■ Slavic names. So the head of the house-
! hold took, the proper steps to have it
1 changed. Legally he became Mr. Fisher
land his wife became Mrs. Fisher and all
. the children became little Fishers. fcven
the old grandmother accepted the change.
The trouble with her, though, was that
of being of an advanced age and a some
! what faulty memory—she sometimes could
i not remember it. There was an embar
ra-sin’g pause one day when she entered a
large department store where her son had
a charge account, and, bavins made a pur
, chase, couinnt recall wnat tp.e new name
i was.
, “V> got a nice name -now,” said the old /
’ lady in her broken English, “but I couldn't ,
i seem to think vot it is.” K
“What does it sound like?” promoted
■ the floor-walker, who had been summoned
by the clerk to .deal with this unusual
emergency. ,
“I couldn’t dell you,” said the bewildered
customer. “All vot I could tell you is we
i are named for a small animal vot has fur
l on it.”
! “Ah,” cried the floor-walker, “don’t you "
wpr.y. We’ll send the goods right up—
Mrs. Kolinsky.”
(Copyright, 1921)