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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
A friend loveth at all times, and a
brother is bor'n for adversity. He loveth
transgression that loveth strife. He that
hath a froward heart findeth no good: and
he that hath a perverse tongue falleth into
mischief. A merry heart doeth good like
medicine, but a broken spirit drieth the
bones. Wisdom is before him that hath
understanding, but the eyes of a fool are
in the ends of the earth. He that hath
knowledge spareth his words, and a man
of understanding is of an excellent spirit.
Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace,
is counted wise; and he that shutteth his
lips is esteemed a man of understanding.
—Proverbs.
Politics and the Probe j
GALLING as it may be to Republican
leaders at Washington to listen to the
disclosures of recreance and corrup
tion in offices for which their party’s ad
ministration is responsible, it does not help
matters for them to cry that these probes
are being pressed by the Democrats out of
factional spite and with motives altogether
unworthy. Senator Pepper, in his keynote
speech at the Republican convention in
Maine, tried to convey that impression. He
pictured Mr. Coolidge as struggling heroical
ly against iljs that prevailed before he be
came President. He described the inquiries
into charges of malfeasance and graft as ob
stacles to needful legislation. He charged
the senate Democrats with piling up such ob-■
stacles and with making unnecessary trouble,
for the President.
All this was meant, of course, in ex
tenuation of the evils that have flourished
In this, that and the other corner of official
Washington since the Republicans took
charge more than three years ago. Address
ing his party brethren in Maine at a critical
juncture, Senator Tepper needs must offer
some sort of excuse for that disgraceful his
tory. Wherefore he proceeds to argue that
blame belongs, not to those who wore in
power while the misdeeds were accumulat
ing, but to the Democrats who now demand
a. full accounting. Ingenious as the plea
may be, it is hardly convincing.
Well does Senator Robinson, of Arkansas,
Democratic leader, ask byway of rejoinder,
“What has been the course of the head of
the administration, for whom the Senator
from Pennsylvania assumes to speak? When
he came into office he announced that his
ambition was to continue the policies of
his lamented predecessor, and in order to do
that he kept around him and close to him
all the agents and advisers whom President
Harding had selected. Long after the at
torney general. Mr. Daugherty, either rightly
or wrongly, had become discredited through
out the nation the President expressed his
confidence in that officer and refused to per
mit him to resign. Twice the former attor
ney general asked permission to retire, and
the President said. ‘No; 1 believe in you, and
I need you,' and he remained in the cabinet.
After this body had ordered an investigation
of the department of justice and of the at
torney general, the President said that he
still had confidence in that officer, and that
he would not permit him to resign. At last,
when he (Daugherty i refused to surrender
to the committee which was investigating
his p*per which the committee believed to
be important to the investigation, the Presi
dent ♦ailed for his resignation and removed
him from office, not so much because of <he
attorney generals alleged inefficiency, but
rather because the attorney general had be
come so unpopular that the longer the Presi
dent retained him the more it imperiled the
President s popularity.”
That Mr. Coolidge countenances anj of the
wronedoing which has been laid bare or
ly and cheerfully see
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that he would discourage a complete and
impartial investigation, is not for a moment
to be implied. Every true American, irre
spective of parties, condemns the conduct of
Albert B. Fall in the interior department,
and of the traitors who played fast and
loose with a bureau designed to serve the
country's disabled Word War veterans. This,
however, does not lessen the administration's
duty to deal with the iniquities that have
sprung up within its household; nor warrant
one of its spokesmen in referring to the
probe as a Democratic device to obstruct
legislation alid gain political advantage.
Senator Robinson challenged the Repub
lican side of the senate, and particularly
Senator Lodge, to point out a single bill
which had been delayed by the investiga
tions. As for the statement that the Demo
crats in pressing the investigations ‘’strike at
their country,” Senator Robinson effectively
retorted: ‘‘When you are told that the
Democrats have been muckraking, remember
that this is a Republican senate and that
every measure adopted must be passed by
a majority. When you are told that the
Democrats are scandal-mongering, scaveng
ing, obstructing legislation, remember that
every investigating committee has upon it
a majority who are Republicans. We did
not aim at our country when we fired
straight at the former secretary of the in
terior, Albert B. Fall. We did not aim at
America when we disclosed the questionnble
I
transactions of Mr. Sinclair and Mr. Doheny.
We did not aim at America when the senate
passed unanimously, with the single excep
tion, a resolution introduced by the Senator
from Montana in connection with Mr. Chase,
son-in-law of the former secretary of the
interior. Surely it is not striking a blow at ‘
this country to uncover the criminality of
men high in authority who . have betrayed
their trust and neglected their duty to the
men who saved this nation,’’ referring to |
the investigation of graft in the Veterans’
Bureau. “If that is the view of the Senator
from Pennsylvania, if he is willing to risk
the effort to deceive the American people into
the belief that this (Democratic) side of the
chamber is impelled by a partisan and ma
licious motive to uncover fraud and crim
inality in the government, then we will meet
th© issue and we will meet it by an appeal
that will ring from limit to limit of this
country and thrill the heart and insipre the
soul of every man and woman living in this
republic who believes in honest and clean
government.”
That Is an issue not to be evaded by im
pugning the motives of any political group.
Government which is unclean and dishonest,
whether it be under a Republican or a
Democratic regime, is a menace to America
and. in the interest of both parties as well
as of the common weal, must be extirpated.
That the Democrats will make political cap
ital out of the disclosures of recent months
is not to be denied; they will do no less
and no more than the Republicans would do,
if the shoe were on the other foot. Rut that
is not the thing chiefly to be considered.
The one supreme essential is to cut away
the source of the corruption, regardless of
who may be politically hurt or advantaged.
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Q. Was Hebrew the language spoken by
Adam? T. N.
A. There are some persons who suppose
that Hebrew was the. language spoken by
Adam. Others say that Hebrew. Chaldean,
and Arabic are mere dialects of the original
tongue, of which It is said in Genesis xi.l:
“The whole earth was of ope language and
of one speech.”
Q. When was the first trip made to Aus
tralia? J. G. F.
A. The first authenticated voyage to Aus
tralia was made by the Dutch in 1606. It
is believed, however, that the country was
visited by the French prior to this date,
though there are no actual records. The
first important explorations were made by
Captain Cook, who visited the country in
11 i O.
Q. What makes a glacier? C. H.
A. Many valleys of the Alps and of other
i high mountain ranges are filled with ice
which extends from the snow fields above to
well below the tree line. This mass of ice
is called a glacier. The winter s snow, fall
, ing oA the lower part of the glacier, melts
away the following summer and exposes the
ice, which also melts to some extent, and
which, if there were not some source of
supply, would entirely disappear. In the
snow fields above the annual snowfall is not
all melted in summer, and there is an accumu
lation of snow. It is evident that in time the
snow would grow indefinitely high if there
were no means of relief. The necessary re
lief is found in the (low of the ice. which
carries off the surplus snowfall of the snow
fields, consolidated into ice. to the lower part
of the glacier. A glacier, therefore, has two
distinct parts —a reservoir, where the snow
is collected, and a dissipator, where the ice
is melted. The line separating these two
regions is usually called the neve line. The
following is therefore a fair definition: A
glacier is a body qf ice and snow formed in
i a region where the snowfall is greater than
. the waste, and flowing to a region where the
■ waste is greater than the snowfall.
i Q. When did the Rank of England open?
| H. W. O.
I A. It commenced active operations on Jan
uary 1. 16 95.
Q. Are Oriental rugs in which the black
is a rusty brown less valuable for this rea
son? A. W.
A. It may be proof that such rugs are old
and valuable. The ancient Orientals had no
black dyes, and used the wool of the black
sheep for their yarns. In color this wool
I was really brown.
. Q. For whom was George Washington
I named? R. T. S
A. He was named for Major George Esk
ridge. the guardian of the mother of George
Washington. i
SLANDER
UY HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
What has gone before.—Miriam Fol
well. a. young business woman, has an
episode in Iter life which, although in
nocent, has caused scandal. She has
almost forgotten it when, a. year later,
she meets Anthony Breon and falls in
love with him. He loves her, although
I he is a. stickler for convention and does
j not quite trust her. Mrs. Breen. An
thony's mother, although she does not
approve of her son's choice, makes the
best of it and gives a. tea to introduce
the girl to society.—Now go on with (he
story.
• CHAPTER XXXII
Out of the Past
(( A XD I want you to meet. Miss Miriam
Folwell,” Mrs. Breen was saying.
"*■ “This young woman has done An
thony the honor to promise to be his wife.
Miriam, this is Miss Overton, an old friend
of mine.”
Miriam, called over to Mrs. Breen’s side,
stood face to face with the woman who look
ed so strangely familiar. The girl found
herself gazing into prominent light blue eyes
set in a thin, hatchet-shaped face, and as
she forced a smile and a few graceful words
of acknowledgment, she tried again to puzzle
out where she had seen that face before.
Miss Overton, too, seemed to find Miriam’s
face familiar. She was staring intently at
the girl, and finally she said in a rather
harsh, disagreeable voice, “Haven't I met you
somewhere before?”
‘‘l don't think so,” Miriam returned, smil
ing. Something warned her not to admit her
own bewilderment, and then suddenly as she
and Miss Overton stood looking at each other,
a wave of memory so poignant that~it was
like, a sharp pain rushed over Miriam.
In a flash there was conjured up before her
eyes the brightly lighted lobby of a mountain
inn. She saw herself crossing this room
with averted eyes and a down-bent head, she
saw the fat proprietor standing at the desk
eying her askance and then she was looking
into the face of a thin-lipped woman who
stood nearby. This woman looked at her as
only one woman can look at another, and
so sharp was the recollection that Miriam
could even remember her own reaction and
the way she had run sobbing up teh dark
stairs to the shelter of her room on the
next floor.
A black mist rose before the girl’s eyes;
for a moment she felt that she would faint,
that she simply could not stand -there a mo
ment longer enduring the piercing glance of
those cold blue eyes. A prayer rose up in
her heart, a prayer that Miss Overton could
not remember. “If she does remember,”
ran the girl’s thoughts, “jmd tells Mrs.
Breen, they'll never believe that I’m inno
cent, never!” And the unfairness of it all,
the injustice of having to suffer again the
murderous slander of gossiping, malicious
tongues, made Miriam’s hands Clench and her
breath come fast.
It was Miss Overton who first -turned
away. “[ guess I must be mistaken,” she
said with a wintry smile. “But your lace
does look familiar.”
-Miiiam, in the relief of not being recog
nized, smiled radiantly. But even after she
had escaped she felt Miss Overton's eyes
upon her wherever she went, and knew in
voluntarily that the woman was studying
her and trying to connect her with some in
cident of the past.
It was nearly 6 o'clock and most of the
guests had departed when suddenly Miss
Overton, who ever since her arrival had re
mained close beside Mrs. Breen, turned to
ber friend with a quick exclamation.
“I have it. I know where I’ve seen that
girl before. I knew I’d remember if T con-
I remember perfectly.” She spoke with a
venom so cc.u.-entrated that Mrs. Breen turn
ed toward her in amazement.
"You say you you've met Miriam before?
Well, that’s quite possible. She occupies an
important position as designer with Carson
& Holland.” Mrs. Breen was affecting tol
erance now where before she had looked
down upon her future daughter's position as
something shameful and degrading.
But Miss Overton was shaking her head
in quick denial. “What do you know about
this girl, Blanche, anything at all? You
say she's going -to marry Anthony; well,
upon my word, she certainly aims high!”
CHAPTER XXXIII
Damning a Reputation
(1 ° you mean, Sara? What
y-y do you know about Miriam?” In
a, moment all of Mrs. Breen's
kindly geniality was gone, killed by the re
turn of her old suspicion.
“Know about her,” Miss Overton snapped.
“Well, 1 know enough about her to think
it s shameful the way she’s imposed upon
you. Why, -that girl’s an adventuress, noth
ing less.” Whereupon Miss Sara Overton in
covert tones proceeded to tell Anthony's
mother of the incident at the inn.
“It was up in the Berkshires a year ago
last summer. 1 was staying over to a little
mountain inn for dinner. This girl was
there with a man, she came into the lobby
as I was waiting for the others, and went
on upstairs to her room. A moment before
the man had come in and asked if -there were
accommodations to be had for the night.
He said they had missed the last train and
would have to stay over.”
“And they stayed there, together?”
“Os course. No doubt the man had it
planned from the first, but the girl was easily
persuaded, I have no doubt of that!”
For just a moment, Blanche Breen waver
ed in favor of Miriam. For just a moment
she doubted the truth of Sara Overton’s
story, for just a moment, because she rather
liked the girl, she was inclined to be merci
ful and reserve judgment, but it was just
for a. moment. Then she stiffened in her
chair.
“Os course, we must question her. We
must find out about this?”
“Os course, we'll question her,” Miss Over
ton returned eagerly. “I'd like to have her
try and lie out of it when I face her with
the stofy. She’ll admit it fast enough, you
mark my words.”
And Miriam, standing across the room
with Anthony and three other persons, sud
denly knew that the two older women were
talking about her, A quick glance in their
direction told her everything. Miss Overton
had remembered, she was telling the story
now to Mrs. Breen, Mrs. Breen would tell
Anthony and there would be a frightful
scene. They would look at her with that
horrible suspicion in their eyes, and even it
she protested her innocence, -they would
never believe her. the slander would follow
her all through life.
.Miriam's one thought was escape. She
knew that if she fled, they would believe the
worst, but she couldn’t face i: a second time
after having gone -through with it in Pine
Notch. This was too much, and, as for An
thony. Anthony with his too ready suspicion,
Anthony who didn’t quite ti Ist her anyway,
would he over believe her? It was hope
loss to believe tlint he would
time. In some way she must slip out of the
house and find her way to the station. Let
them believe what they wished after she was
gone; let them sav what they pleased when
she was not there to listen to the ugliness
;of their insinuations. Slander, slander!
Would she ever be free from it? Was she
to go through life suffering the consequences
of that unfortunate night?
Watching her chance. Miriam slipped away
from Anthony, stopped a moment to speak
to another group of people who were stand-
! glance over her shoulder to s that Mrs.
THE COUNTRY HOME
BY MRS. W. H. FELTON
THEODORE ROOSEVELT AND HIRAM
JOHNSON
A Character Sketch
TT hag been my privilege or opportunity to
have some acquaintance with both of
these distinguished politicians, with more
knowledge of Mr. Roosevelt than of Mr.
Johnson. I feel, therefore, I can review
their records in a fair-minded way, and cer
tainly I will try to make a truthful statement,
as I see the pair of them.
This morning’s paper tells the public that
Hiram is much disgruntled and has spoken
itis mind in wholesale denunciation of the
Republican party, to which he has belonged
for perhaps twenty years, maybe longer.
This violent declaration as published this
morning will effectually divorce him from the
Republican party, and he should. in justice
to himself, launch a party of his own, or re
tire to private life.
He Is a Member of the U. S. Senate
He. accepted Republican nomination in his
two races for the senate. He would not be a
United States senator at this time had not
t he Republican party condoned his departure
in 1912 and restored him to a lofty seat in
the most illustrious legislative body on this
continent; yes, in the civilized world.
If they are a “gang of crooks” he has been
late in exposing the crookedness. What they
are, or are not, I have no intention to dis
cuss. That is not my present business, or
my present intention. lam only stating facts
to be read.
However, I feel free to say that Mr. Hiram
Johnson made a mistake to thus corral all
of the Republican party into one herd or
gang, without making some honorable excep
tions, because those Republicans who voted
for him into the senate were his friends and
Itis advocates, and they were able and willing
to say, “Yes, Mr. Johnson, you were mis
taken in 1912, and we do not desert you for
your honest mistakes,” “We are again will
ing to aid you.”
He had no possible chance in any other
party organization to gratify his personal
ambitions. It goes without saying he will
have a hard time*when he makes another
race for the senate. Hon. Mr. La Follette is
not in love with him. He might be willing to
lake over Johnson’s active supporters to the
La Follette movement, but the latter has
other fish to fry and will never waste time
on I . s. Senator Hiram Johnson any more.
The Republican party did not encourage
Mr. Johnson to fight Mr. Coolidge, and they
have said so in late primary elections— Wis
consin and Nebraska particularly (in La Fol
lette territory). He may be able in years
to come to lead a victorious campaign to the
M hite House, but the signs of such a victorv
are nil at this time, in the year 1924. Unlike
Mr. Harry Daugherty, he has quitted the
only people who could help him, anywhere,
or any way, and now enjoys the poor privi
lege of vituperating his own political allies.
Mr. Daugherty wrote a letter after he re
signed from the administration’s cabinet that
has few equals, if any, in the story of polit
ical parties in the nation. He understands
MAKE TIME YOUR ALLY
By H. Addington Bruce
HTZ ILLIN( I time,” is a phrase frequently
heard. It is a most absurd phrase.
If there is one thing that cannot be
killed it is time. Absurd and dangerous, too,
is the attempt to kill time. If this attempt be
frequently repeated, it has as consequence the
turning of time into a malignant foe instead
of making it the ally it should be for every
one.
The wisely ambitious appreciate this. In
tuitively they sense the truth which Jules
Payot has so eloquently worded:
“Great men usually are not superior to us
so far as tenacity of memory, alertness of in
telligence, and strength of sentiments are con
cerned. They are superior in that they un
derstand the importance of trifles and the
profound accumulating power of time.
“They are conscious of the evil effects that
can be brought about by the operation of
time, but also they are stimulated by the
magnificent generosity with which time
recompenses those who know how to use it.”
Which does not mean, as many seem to
think, tiiat, in order really to make time an
ally, one’s working hours should be continual
ly used for effortful striving in one's chosen
occupation.
This is as much a misuse of time as is the
“killing” of time by idlers and teml-idlers.
Yet frequently we meet people who literally
keep their mind fixed on their occupation
from early morning till late at night.
Even during their meals they think of their
work. Thoughts of -it intrude on their dress
ing, their eating, their walking. For its-sake
they shorten their sleeping period, they deny
themselves exercise and recreation.
Yet they, almost equally with the “time
killers,” find time the reverse of an ally.
It begins to shatter their happiness, per
haps oven their health. It hinders rather
than helps them in the realization of their
dreams of success. It visits upon them rest
lessness, weariness, discontent, and oppres
sive sentiments of inadequacy, and boredom.
No, theirs is distinctly not the way to make
time one's ally.
That way is through alternating effort with
relaxation, through heeding Nature’s impera
tive demand for rest and play as well as for
work, through remembering that body, mind,
and spirit must all three be nourished; hence
through taking pains to habituate oneself to
dwell in thought on the sublime, the beauti
ful. and the inspiring, and to act in harmony
therewith.
“A small act, either of indolence or initi
ative, seems to be a very unimportant thing.
Bur such acts repeated with time form habits,
and these exceedingly powerful habits either
subjugate us or give us liberty.
* With time we solidify the sound senti
ments which are the foundations of future
happiness. For this purpose it is sufficient to
cultivate one's intelligence every day, and to
contribute every day to the clarification es
our consciousness. Smail acts, displaying
will-power and good will, accumulate in the
soul a store of moral health. . . .
“If in addition to this, one makes it a habit
to hear good music, read good poetry, and
contemplate the beautiful in Nature, it does
not take lona to build in th° soul a strong
bold in which to find refuge in times of mis
fortune.”
Sterner demands these, tn be sure, than
the demands involved in “killing time.” But
the outcome, in making time one’s ally, not
one's foe is infinitely preferable.
Breen was not looking, she darted into the
hall. From there it was a simple matter to
fly upstairs to her room, and five minutes
later, her small bag in hnr nand, she was
making tier way softly down the kitchen
stairway to the regions below.
l'iio-<la\— ••'Dip Serpent’s Tongue” anti
"Mother and Son.”
SATURDAY. APRIL 1.9, 1924.
politics. He had no idea of getting mad
enough to saw off the Daugherty limb from
the big Republican oak tree. He was wise
in his day and generation. He has retained
foothold; he is unlike Mr. Johnson, “without
a rudder or an oar” in the stormy sea of poli
tics today.
Unless Mr. Johnson is allowed to turn
“state’s evidence” and prove beyond question
to an anxious country that he is the Moses
to lead the United States out of the wilder
ness, he is “gone up a spout” and is out.
Turning to Mr. Roosevelt, it is safe to say
the latter led a revolt in 1912, he beat Presi
dent Taft “to a jelly,” allowed him a showing
only in Vermont and Utah, out of the 48
states comprising this republic, and then
went back to the Republican party to serve
in the ranks, without assuming leadership or
iofty promotion. He said, “I made a good
fight” as a patriot; I did it for the whole
people, but I lost out. Now I'll follow my
leader and stay with the party that has so
long honored me,” with an implied conviction
that next .to his new party that failed he had
no other place to locate except in the Repub
lican party, which had made his name known
throughout two continents as a distinguished
man in many respects. Mr. Roosevelt in life
could have given Hiram a quiet bit of coun
sel, if the latter had not hastily flung him
self away before an opportuity offered. It is
evident that Hiram gets too heated to be
relied upon in the crises. His personal griev
ances are overcoming. He becomes too per
sonal.
The wise politician allows no personal
grievances to be exposed to the searchlight
of envious party politics. A man who has
reputation sufficient to run for president
ought to put his “feelings’' in a safe deposit
box and hang on to what had made him
great in public opinion, and not cry like a
baby when he falls down and gets hurt, in
his hurry and unpreparedness. If Roosevelt
had lived to this good year 1924 he would
have remained a good Republican or he
would have taken a hunting trip and have
kept out of it. If California should take a
notion to stand for Mr. Johnson as favorite
son lie' can take large comfort and retire
gracefully, but his people, who are Repub
licans on the Pacific slope, may decline to
accept hig denunciations and peevishness in
a forgiving spirit.
Politics is a hard master, when closely fol
lowed; and it never pays to revolt from one's
own party, unless the, tide of public opinion
sets that way; even then it is risky, because
human nature is fickle. If Mr. Johnson can
cool down enough at least to see that he is
hitting himself harder than anybody else Is
doing it he will become an attentive senator
and earn his salary in Washington city.
Nothing is ever gained by secret trades with
enemies of one’s own party'. When you get
ready to quit, then quit, and never go out on
the ramparts to abuse the people, who can
also quit overnight and unload the burden
from their own shoulders, without delay or
hesitation. It pays to play fair. It'looks’bet
ter, and it will wear better, in the long run,
as Mr. Johnson will discover.
TICS AND ONOMATOMANIACS
By Dr. Frank Crane
T IE French call “tic” any little bad hab
it. There are those who claim to be
abe to tell one’s character and even one’s
occupation from one's tics. Scientific minds
have a rage for classifying.
These observers note the farmer who
scratches his head when he is embarassed;
the horseman who whips his boots with his
cane; the thinker who combs his beard with
his fingers; if he has no whiskers he passes
his band through his hair; if bald, as some
times the case, he massages the place “where
the wool ought to grow.”
1 hen there is the soldier who twists his
mustache; the dry goods clerk who keeps
•straightening his immaculate necktie; and the
man who when he is explaining anything
draws all sorts of diagrams on paper.
These tics sometimes become absolutely
necessary. A well-known black-face mono
logist always worked with a little piece of
string while he was making his audience ex
plode with laughter. One day some one stole
nis string. He could not go on with his mono
logue until lie had found another.
The story is told of Walter Scott that he
cut the button off his rival’s vest, when he
was a boy at school, and when the examina
tion came next day the rival, who was a
Latin shark, broke down because he missed
the vest button he always played with when
reciting, and hence young AValter got the
prize.
A congress of nerve-specialists listed the
tics, and gave them some elegant technical
names. Thus the youth who caresses the
first evidences of virility upon his upper lip
has the moustaiichiostrepsomania; offer who
twirl the cane or umbrella after the
fashion of a drum major have the strepsor
habdomania; if you keep putting your little
finger in your ear it is because you have the
otodactyloma nia.
Then there are the etomatodactylomaniacs,
who put their fingers in their mouth- the
onychophagomaniacs, who gnaw their nais;
t ie harmoniomaniacs who drum on the table
or chair with their fingers, and the trepodo
mamacs whose legs are constantly moving
nervously.
Io which may be added the onomato
maniacs, who are afflicted with the scientific
disease of giving long Latin and Greek names
to everything under heaven.
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MY WIFE ANDI
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
w Wliat. has gone before — Robert Bruce,
young lawyer, falls victim to the chayms
of Natalie while on a business trfs to
a small Western town, and marries her
at once, without knowing much about
her or her family. Within two weeks
they begin housekeeping in .a New York
apartmen-t. Robert's uncle, for whom
he was named, disapproves of the haste
of the wooing and wedding, but saya
nothing.— Now go on with roe story.
CHAPTER 111
UNCLE ROBERT had dined with us. I
had looked forward with delight to hia
meeting with Natalie. But. someway
I had been disappointed, y£t could not tell
why. Natalie had been all amiability. She
never had looked more lovely, yet I sensed
an antagonism, almost an instinctive dislike,
I tried to dismiss the impression but it per
sisted, making me most uncomfortable.
“Your uncle doesn't like me,” she broke
the silence. Uncle had not lingered, plead
ing weariness.
“Nonsense! Why do you say that?”
“Intuition—perhaps.”
“Well, even if you are right, which I do
not. admit, he soon will. He couldn't help it
if he tried. The old boy is a little jealous,
perhaps. I’ve always lived with him, and
he’s lonely now.”
She smiled her inscrutable smile with
something of arrogance in it. I liked this
in Natalie, this appreciation of herself. It
armored her against the world. Her beauty,
her tact would win her friends, to say,noth
ing of her position as my wife. I say thia
without egotism.
As far as I could see there was not even
a hint of a cloud on my horizon. Uncle was
as kind as ever, although he refused to come
to see us often, declaring he was more com
fortable in his own “diggin's.” But I knew
he was lonely, that he missed me. The trag
edy of his life had drawn us closely together
—an intense pity mingled with my love for
him, my gratitude to him. I had explained
this to Natalie, telling her of my aunt.
“How awful!” she had said with a shrug,
then changed the subject. She hated to talk
of disagreeable things.
Gaiety, constant excitement was -what she
craved. I was young enough to indulge her
without feeling the strain, to say nothing of
my love that could deny her nothing. Her
heabth was perfect, she never admitted she
was tired. Almost every evening found us
at the theater, some dancing club or both.
Natalie had replenished her wardrobe—
“bought her trousseau,” she said—and was
appropriately gowned. Her exotic beauty
excited admiration and I was flattered.
We were very busy a-t the office. For the
first time I telephoned that I would be un
able to be at home for dinner. Natalie was
out and Dora, the maid, took my message.
It was a little rafter midnight, when I
reached home. When I bent 4o kiss her she
threw me the glance one gives to a refrac
tory child and in a querulous voice demand
ed to know where I had been.
“A woman's curiosity,” she explained as I
frowned at the question.
She waited. The clock ticked loudly as I
pondered my reply. A flicker of resentment
touched her eyes at my silence. I knew she
was disturbed as 4o the motive of my failure
to answer her.
• ° U d° n t answer,” she complained.
Don t you want me to know where you
have been?”
I he doubt, the lack of trust decided me.
“It isn’t that,” I replied, “It’s the ethics
of the thing. Curiousity killed the cat,
you know, Natalie. I consider personal ■
questioning bad form.”
She raised her delicately arched eyebrows
She evidently did not. relish the rebuff. The
Then 5 ° £ the Cl ° Ck gleW m ° r ®
“If you) have been doing nothing wrong,
why not tell me?”
“I have no doubt I could Invent an an
swer that would satisfy you even though T
n'Lr'.S’,?" ,b " ' ’nJ
hls
I had not intended to speak so, hut her
inference had suddenly made it seem im
perative that I declare myself. Did I not
self'si 1 "” 0 i L WaS necessar y to absent myl
self she would be suspicious, miserable,
quiet*' y “l"sinß i' ei t ? nS WaS Olnnio '>sly
H’Hct. I s i ia il claim the same privilege.”
I had nothing to conceal. A business < ’ap
pointment with a client, nothing she might
not have known about. Had she not ques
tioned me in the manner she did 1 probably
should have told her, but now it would
be establishing a precedent—something I
clUm !n rniine<l nOt t 0 d °’ That shfl '
claim tho same privilege amused me. We
were not children to give an account of
nr ajtmns. I had passed my twenty-eighth '
J’Hthday and Elaine was twenty-five.
I shall always try to telephone when I
am obliged to remain out,” I told her after
a bit “But it might happen that I cannot.
You dine at the regular hour. If I am late
f shall not complain if the dinner ia cold ”
How inconsequential you are,” she said,
■ jHmg a yawn. “Isn’t it an unusual trait
in a man?”
“Perhaps, ” I wa g barely conscious of
what, she said. She had taken down her
glorious hair and I was admiring the dark
'eil it formed for her exquisite shoulders,
the frame of her lovely face.
[ hat I had given her cause to doubt my
love I never
Continued Tuesday. This latest story by
Miss Beecher will delight those who read
her previous novels, “A Woman Obsessed”
and “Her Money.”
MY FAVORITE- STORIES H
By Irvin S. Cobb
I have a friend. He lives down in Louisi
ana, where he has lived all his life. He i«
the only man I ever knew who, in appear
ance, mannerisms and tricks of voice, lives
up to the popular conception of a typical
gentleman of the old school—the
type so often met with in fiction or on the
stage and so rarely in real life.
Last fall, returning from a duck hunt in
the Gulf marshes I climbed out of a mud
spattered jitney in front of a white-pillared
pile set bark among magnolias and live oaks.
My old friend, in his long frock coat, his
wide slouch hat, his highly-polished boots
and his ruffled shirt-front, stood on the
porch ready to greet us.
After salutations, I said:
“Colonel Lein, in case the natives are suf
fering from a famine in these parts, my
chum here” —I indicated my companion of
the recent expedition—“has two quarts of
guaranteed pre-war Bourbon in his kit-bag.”
Colonel Lem tugged mournfully at the
ends of his long mustache; a wistful light
shone in his eye. He shook his head.
I gave a violent start.
“Can it be,” I asked, “that you, Colonel
Lem, of all men, have sworn off?”
“Such is the melancholy fact,” he stated.
“When?”
“It seems an eternity since I imbibed my
last snort of red eye.”
‘ Rut why? What made you quit?”
“Well, son,” said Colonel Lem, “I’ve got
a feeling that th*> last barrel of licker.l
drank must have disagreed with me!”