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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
There was a little city, and few men
within it; and there came a. great king
against it, and. besieged it, and built great
bulwarks against it. Now there was found
in it a poor wise man, and he by his wis
dom delivered the city; yet no man re- i
membered that same poor man. Then said |
!, wisdom is better than strength; never-!
theless the poor man's wisdom is despised, ;
and his words are not heard. The words
of wise men are heard in quiet more than !
the cry of him, that rulcth among fools, j
Wisdom is better than weapons of war. —
Ecclesiastes 9:14-18.
Charles F. Murfihy
LEADERSHIP such as Charles F. Murphy ■
won and hold does not come to mediocre
men. Only a. superior mind and a rare
personality could have compassed the career
at this chieftain of America’s most potent po
litical clan. Whatever may be thought of
Tammany Hall, the man who rose from
humblest beginnings to its highest post, and :
who over a long span -f stormy years kept i
>t a national power, needs must he recog- '
nized_ as rich in those talents of which gen
rals and diplomats are ma;’.’.
K • I
From childhood Charlie Murphy was a
eader. In the set of his shoulders, in the
dance of his eve, in the unspoken hut keenly
I
elt qualities of his character, there was that i
which his comrades, boys or men, were ready j
o follow. Born poor and brought up with- (
>ut the advantages of education, he forged ]
ds way forward in the nation’s greatest city, ,
where competition is most relentless, and I
,tood at length the master of its mightiest
political power.
More than a will of iron and more than a
mind marvelously shrewd went into that
rare achievement. The Governor of New !
York, himself a veteran of the hardest
fought political fields and a man of utmost I
composure, when told the news of Murphy’s !
death—“ His eyes filled with tears,’’ the re- i
porters say, “his voice choked with grief; I
and all he could say was, ‘No man was a bet- I
ter friend,’ ” There, evidently, lay much of
the secret strength of Tammany's grizzled
chieftain —his loyalty to friends, his hold
upon men’s hearts.
- Truly is the web of our life “a mingled
yarn, the good and ill/together.” Charles F. ]
Murphy was a political boss, head xOf the
‘machine’’ charged with more of evil influ
ence than any like organization on the conti
nent. Yet, he was so stalwart, so faithful
and in his realm so true that all admired
and many loved this silent man.
A Lasting Settlement
PF' RIME MINISTER MACDONALD evi
dently wishes a reparations set-tle
ment that will last. In his address
at York he heartily approved the plan sub
mitted by American economists, because, as
he said, it had struck a responsive note both
from Paris and from Berlin. Moreover, he
argued that at the earliest feasible time Ger
many should be admitted to the League of
Nations; for if kept indefinitely out, she will
develop that abnormal sense of nationalism
which is a major obstacle to abiding peace.
There is no denying that due account must
be taken of German interests, in any plan of
international dealing that is to work with
more than transient success. This does not
mean that Berlin's attempts to evade pay
ment of reparations should’be indulged for
one niomtflt, nor that complete safeguards
against a revival of Prussian militarism
should be neglected. It does not mean that
France should be refused one iota ot her
rights, in so far as they are reasonably and
equitably enforceable. But if the great com
mon need ot Europe and of the world is a
stable and just peace, under which the ener-
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gies of all can be turned to productive ends,
j (hen the readjustment must give Germany a
i positive rather than a merely negative place
lin the scheme of things, and must give a
I chance to those of her leaders and her peo
| pie; who are for useful co-operation rather
I than for antagonism and intrigue.
i Thus there can be built up in the heart of
■ Europe a true and a friendly democracy in
[‘place of the old armed camp. Thus, too,
| reparations can bo collected. Thus the im
i mediate and the ultimate, the most practical
' and the most righteous aims of the Allied
cause can be realized. In urging such con
siderations Mr. Macdonald shows rnat lib
eral and broadly human outlook which from
the outset has marked his premiership. As
his frankness and manifest good will have
made for’ better understanding between Brit
ain and France, so his wisely generous atti
tude at this juncture may be expected to
promote a happy settlement of the general
European question.
McAdoo s Star Keefas Rising
THE emphatic verdict of the Democrats of
lowa in their recent Presidential pref
erence primary is well interpreted by
David Ladd Rockwell, chairman of the na
tional “McAdoo for President Committee,”
as “a rebuke to the baseless charges, insin
uations and innuendoes made against Mr.
McAdoo’s candidacy.” As in Georgia last
month, so now in the Hawkeye Statexa fair
minded, far-seeing electorate indorses the
party's foremost progressive and condemns
his traducers.
This is the naturaf course for informed
and liberal Democrats looking for a leader
who can win. If they were swayed by every
gust of gossip, or if they were reactionary
rather than forward-thinking, or if they
preferred a nominee so patterned after Re
publican ideas that his defeat would be
foregone, they assuredly would not be for
William G. McAdoo. But as men and women
who believe in their party’s historic princi
ples and who see how important it is for
America’s good that the next national ad
ministration shall be truly Democratic, they
find in that statesman their surest hope of
victory.
As their verdicts in the various primaries
are rendered, Mr. McAdoo’s strength in
creases. He now has, according to Mr.
Rockwell, no fewer than one hundred and
fifty pledged delegates to the New York con
vention, which number is “far in excess of
those already selected to support any and all
other candidates.” His loss of the beer
bound districts of Wisconsin was not sur
prising in view of his oirtspoken loyalty to
the prohibition law. But wherever the
thought and sentiment of the progressive
West are voiced on fundamental issues, there
William G. McAdoo continues to lead. Some
times, as in the case of Kansas, delegations
are committed to a complimentary conven
tion vote for a “favorite son;” but there is
no doubt, on the part of the keenly ob
servant, that at the decisive moment these
will go to McAdoo. It is a trend altogether
deserved by that good leader and altogether
heartening to the Democratic rank and file.
QUIZ
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Q. Who invented the compass? C. M.
A. The origin of the compass has been
attributed consecutively to the Chinese,
Arabs, Greeks and Etruscans, but it is ab-I
solutely not certain how far these accounts |
are correct. The invention of the compass !
was partly due to the discovery that a lode- !
stone or a piece of iron which has been ■
touch by a lodestone will direct itself to i
point in a northern or southern position, de-|
pending on its position north or 'south of j
the equator.
Q. How many factories are there in San I
Franciscp? M. S.
A. There are 2,360 factories in San Fran- ]
cisco.
Q. Is there a place that people send mon- '
ey because they have at some dime cheated
the government? J. G.
A. The “Conscience Fund” is a popular j
name referring to moneys received by per
sons unknown at the Treasury department.
This money is received from persons who
have cheated the government. Annually this
amounts to a few thousand dollars. For
1923 the amount was $2,804.23. This mon
ey is used for miscellaneous expenses.
Q. What will remove paper that has stuck
to furniture? J. E. H.
A. Dip a piece of flannel cloth in warm
water; saturate the paper by rubbing with
the cloth. You will find that the paper rolls
off the polished surface. Dry the table thor
oughly and then polish with any good furni
ture polish.
Q. On what book or work did Anatole
France win the 1921 Nobel prize? D. A. B.
A. The publication which gained Anatole
France the Nobel prize in 1921 is entitled.
“La Vie en Fleur.” '
Q. What is the quotation about fathers
burying their sons in time of war? A. F. E.
A. “In peace the sons bury their fathers,
bm in the war the fathers bury their sons,”
is a saying attributed by Herodotus to
Croesus, king of Lydia, after he had been
conquered by Cyrus.
Q. Is there a difference in tolls for a
vessel passing through the Panama canal
without passengers or cargo? J. W.
A. Vessels in ballast without passengers
or cargo pay 40 per cent less than the rate
of tolls for vessels with passengers and
cargo. Merchant vessels carrying passen
gers or cargo pay $1.20 per net vessel ton —
each D'O cubic feet —on actual earning ca-
Q. How did the Indian. ‘ Rain-in-the-
Face.” get his nan ? G. V. R.
A. It is said that “Rain-in-the-Face” re
ceived his name as the result of a personal
encounter when about ten years of age. with
ia Cheyenne boy. whom he worsted; he re-
I reived several blows in the face, causing it
tn be spattered with blood and streaks where
i the paint had been washed away.
SLANDER
UY HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
What has. gone before. —Miriam Fol
well, a young business woman, has an
episode in her life which, although inno
cent, has caused scandal. She has al
most forgotten it when out. of the past
conies a woman who knows everything
and proceeds to make trouble between
Miriam and her fiance, Anthony Breon.
Anthony believes the worst, but offers to
marry her in spite of it. Miriam, with
her dream of love over, refuses—?,un
-go on with the story.
CHAPTER NLI
Suspense
BUT Anthony didn’t succeed in cornering
Miriam. For three days bo kept up a
desperate pursuit, calling her on the
telephone, haunting her apartment, and once
he went, to Carson & Holland's and tried t
see her there, but. all in vain.
“Miss Folwell can not come to you now,’
the tall, supercilious blonde told him. “She
is very, busy clearing up odds and ends befor
she sails.”
“Sails'” Anthony said blankly.
“Why, yes; she’s going to Europe for the
firm, you know.”
The blood hummed in Anthony's ears and
involuntarily his hands clenched. So she was
going to Europe; she planned to escape him
by leaving the city. He remembered dully
that, lie had promised her a trip abroad. They
were to have sailed in the fall on their honey
moon, and he had looked forward to seeing
Europe again through her eyes. Now it was
all over, his dream of love was dead and the
thought was suddenly agony to him. But
could she go away like this? Could she walk
out of his life withou ta word? It seemed in
credible.
“I'll wait for her,” he said stiffly to the
blonde, who was eyeing him with rather inso
lent blue eyes. Anthony was not used to this
attitude from women; it rather disconcerted
him to be treated this way, and her quick re
ply, “Oh, I don’t think that would be possi
ble, because Miss Folwell left strict orders
that she would see no one,” left him with
nothing to say.
Bowing, Anthony turned on his heel and
left the room, but the anger that he felt at
Miriam's treatment of him was as nothing
compared with the misery in his heart. For
the first time in his life he was uncertain as
to how to proceed; he was circumvented by
a woman, and he felt helpless to do anything
about it.
Acting on impulse, he waited outside the
building, thinking in desperation that he
might encounter Miriam this way. It was a
strange thing indeed to see the aristocratic
Mr. Breen lurking about downstairs as any
ordinary man might have done, and if An
thony had not been so miserable he might
have -smiled at the trick fate had played on
him.
He waited nearly two hours, not daring to
move far from the entrance lest he miss her.
He consumed countless cigarettes, and finally
when she reappeared he was about to rush
up to her when he saw that she was not
alone. Mr Carson was with her, and before
Anthony knew it the two had entered a taxi
and were whizzed away.
Anthony's imagination began to play tricks
with him. What reason had he to believe
that Mr. Carson was not in love with her and
work with her without becoming conscious of
her loveliness, and how did he now that she
was not carrying on some kind of an affair
with Mr. Carson? He remembered her un
willingness to give up her work, but even as
suspicion entered his mind he knew that he
was wrong. Miriam was incapable of wrong
doing. Her soul was crystal clear. She had
loved him and he had failed her. Small won
der that she wanted nothing more to do
with him.
That evening he tried again to reach her
at the apartment. The operator reported the
line busy, but when five minutes had passed
and he rang again there came back the mad
dening reply, “They don’t answer.’’
Trusting to chance, Anthony took a taxi to
Miriam’s apartment, but there was no re
sponse to his ring. Inside, if he had but
known it, Miriam crouched against the door
trying to resist the temptation of opening to
him. She was crying softly, her cheek pressed
against the cold, hard wood, but she did not
open the door, and after what seemed an eter
nity she heard his footsteps going downstairs.
Saturday: “Bitterness.” Renew your sub
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LOVES FORGIVENESS
By Dr. Frank Crane
tttHEN the wayward husband lay dying
Vy he asked his wife to forgive him.
’ ’ Weeping, she protested:
“But I have nothing to forgive.”
Nothing to forgive! And to think of all
the wrongs he had done her, the sorrow
and bitterness of heart he had wrought her!
And yet she told the truth. She had
nothing to forgive.
Love never feels it has anything to for
give.
For love is forgiveness, net.
That is the majesty and divine stature
of love. It overtowers its object as a big
father overtowers his little child and can
not reckon its angry cries and rebellions.
Love is like the running river, that can
be polluted by impurities you cast into it,
but alter a mile or so purifies itself.
Love is like great nature herself, an in
creasing reservoir of health and life. To
debase the air you must confine it, for
as the ioui winds from everywhere come
they bring overwhelming reinforcements of
life-giving breath. You cannot deface the
stars nor sterilize the whole earth nor cool
the sun.
Love is a brother of this infinitv and
cannot be offended; except by one ‘ thing,
by your refusal or your incapacity to re
turn it.
. S °. the _ lov er might say; Never ask|my
J VALU'D' . ''Aether plenary indulgence
oias good in the church or not, it holds
'ar° '-o- °' e ‘ r ° ni n °' v on aII - vour sills
L 11 10se you have committed,
do and shall commit: that is. so long as
you love me, and so long as your sins are
not against hive itself
“Do, be, say what you will, so long as
love burns in us two it makes no matter.
You make me suffer, you may compel me
to leave you, you may degrade, wound and
deform me, but talk not to me of forgive
ness so long as you love me. You are for-
There is but one act of profanation in
the temple ot love; it is to put out the fire
on the altar
•■There k one death tore dreads;
aearn by freezing.
r 1S ' er > terrible to think that such con
aence may be betrayed, but it is a tragedy
we will or no is for hatrar. I
r . 1 101 oetter or for worse.
a soul can appreciate love's plenary in- I
But in any- event* your' cautions, safe-|
guards and ciieeks cannot prevent traeedv
Love is the great risk; it is a step into
the dark: your feet may find the hrid’ge to
heaven, or you may fall into the pit: in
either event it is better than never to have
‘THE COOK OR THE BOOK—WHICH?”
IN a recent issue of one of the religious
papers of the middle west appeared this
i skit.:
“The Cook or tlic 800k —Which?”
“The early church prayed in the upper I
■ room. The twentieth century church cooks I
I in the supper room. To-!
„ I
piritual life.
“The early Christians were not cooking in
(he supper room the day the Holy Ghost
' came; they were praying in the upper room.
They were not waiting on tables; they were
waiting on God. They were not waiting for
the fire from the stove, but for the fire from
above. They were detained by the command
of God, and not entertained by the cunning
of men. They were all filled with the Holy
Ghost, not stuffed with a stew or a roast.
I “Oh! I would like the cooking squad to
' put out less gravy and more grace; less
I soup and more salvation; less ham and sham
land more heaven; less pie and more piety;
; to have less use for the cook and more use
j for the old Book; to put out the fire in the
; kitchen and build it on the altar.”
Os course, this piece of keen satire is an
exaggeration, as such writing always is.
Most churches are not open to such
criticism. Upon the power of prayer the
people of God rely now as always. Miracles
of saving grace are wrought daily in the
churches by the Holy Spirit. Christianity
in the United States is advancing, not de
clining.
Its progress, whether judged qualitative
ly or quantitatively, is encouraging. While
worldliness and wickedness abound in the
j land, there are multiplied thousands of
I faithful men and women who walk with God
I and serve the Lord in the beauty of holiness.
But while all these statements are true,
' the writer of this skit points out a tendency
which is all too prevalent in some quarters,
I and which deserves the satirical treatment
I which he gives it.
Many churches seem to have lost faith in
the spiritual forces to accomplish the ob
jects for the achievement of which they were
organized; or to have renounced altogether
those objects. They appear to be more con
cerned to draw crowds into their places of
worship and to entertain the gaping multi
tudes which they attract, than to save souls
or please God. They seek to serve ends of
recreation rather than purposes of religion.
Thus they dishonor Christ and damage His
cause.
Places of worship by solemn dedication
I are “set apart from all unhallowed or com
mon uses, for the worship of Almighty God.”
To bring into them all sorts of diversions
and assemblies is nothing short of their
profanation.
Against such profanity Jesus twice mani
fested the most burning indignation in His
repeated cleansings of the temple.
The evangelist informs us that He drove
out of the temple those whom He found
selling oxen and sheep and doves within its
j sacred precincts, and that He overturned the
I tables of the money-changers and poured
■ out their money, saying to all the profane
intruders into the holy place, “Take these
I things hence; make not my Father's house
a house of merchandise.” (John ii:l6.)
On no other occasion in our Lord's earth-
z
DOOLEY’S DULLARDS . i
By H. Addington Bruce
T~x ODLEY, as a storekeeper, was not' ex-
) actly a success. He frankly acknowledged
l this. He had to acknowledge it. Even
j before competition moved into the neighbor
hood, Dodley’s trade had not been what it
should have been. After a store had been
opened on the opposite corner, his customers
became fewer and fewer.
Which naturally exasperated Dodley.
Though, as he sometimes remarked to a sym
pathetic auditor, meantime glaring balefully
in the direction of lhe one clerk he had re
tained :
“You can't altogether blame people for trad
ing across the street. The kind of help I’ve
had would drive anybody away. Seems as
if the only clerks I pick are stupid ones.
“It’s a long sad story of slow service, orders
getting mixed, deliveries to the wrong houses,
incompetence in general. And besides being
dull, my clerks have been lazy and grouchy,
every one of them I’ve ever had.
“Looks like I’d have to be content with a
business I can swing entirely by myself. Then
pehaps, I’d have folks coming back. I know
what people want and can give it, which isf
more than the dolts who have worked for me
could do. It’s been all their fault, the trouble
I'm in.”
Suppose, however, that you questioned one
of Dodley’s ex-customers, a particularly ob
servant customer. This is what you would be
told:
“Dodley blames his clerks, doos he? Says
that, one and all. they have been stupid and
lazy and grouchy? Well, all I can say is
that they mostly caught those failings from
him.
And he caught them, as in part his luckless
clerks did too. from the kind of store Dodley
j keeps. Did you notice the grime on the win
dowpanes, the dirt of the floor, the dust on
I the shelves?
"The place is never aired right. Tn winter-
I time it's positively stifling. And it is never
more than half lighted.
“There a man can work in it aYiv
length of time without having it get on his
i nerves, feeling stupid, and developing the
; laziness of fatigue. Dodley himself makes
I about as many mistakes as the stupidest clerk
he has ever had. And his biggest mistake Is
: his failure to keep his store fresh and clean
i and neat.”
i In every city, town and village,, particularly ■
among small storekeepers, there still are Dod- i
I leys to be found.
Ignorant of mind-body relationships, they •
fail to appreciate the malign influence exer- 1
! cised by insanitary store conditions on their
I own efficiency and the efficiency of those '
they employ to assist them. Often, like Dodley,
i they blame their assistants for what is really
I their own fault.
i Nor is it only the efficiency that is impaired '
; when the store environment is wrong. The
} health may suffer too, and often suffers seri- i
i ously.
Ender even ordinarily good conditions, the '
confining work of a store has special health •
I hazards. To minimize these by providing ex I
! traordinarily good conditions is today the 1
; earnest effort of all progressive storekeepers. !
' I hey have had it impressed on them, by the ;
■ findings of numerous statistical surveys, that i
' employe absenteeism from ill-health consti- '
tutes a heavy charge nnd one largely within ,
their power to lessen.
| (Copyright, 1924.) i
OLD-TIME RELIGION
BY BISHOP IK A. CANDLER
day the supper room has:
taken the place of the ■
upper room; play has]
taken the place of pray
er, and feasting has ta
ken the place of fasting.
There are more full
stomachs than there are
bended knees and broken
hearts. There is more
tire in the range in the
kitchen than there is in
the pulpit. When you
build a fire in the church
kitchen, it often, if not
■ altogether, puts out the
lire in the pulpit. Ice
cream kills the fervor of
Till RS DAY, 'MAY 1, 11)2 L
ly ministry, as recorded in the Gospels, do
we find Him exhibiting such indignation.
Nothing else seems to have provoked him
to such a display or holy wrath. His con
' duct approached almost to an act of ejecting
■ by force those who were profaning God's
house by perverting it from “a house of
prayer” to a place of “merchandise,” mak
ing its altars counters for the coins of
| covetousness.
But the men whom the Master drove from
i the Temple could have offered in defense
I of their conduct far more plausible excuses
' than can those who profane churches toclay
by unseemly proceedings and performances
I in them.
Many people came to the feasts at Jeru
salem from afar; not a few from overseas.
I They could not bring with them oxen and
| sheep and doves for their offerings. They
were reduced to the necessity of buying
them in the, city. They brought with them
foreign coins, which had to be exchanged
for current money. Hence the traders in
the temple could say that by serving the
convenience of worshippers, they were pro
! mo-ting worship. Such a defense would have
been truly but a sorry pretext; for profanity
1 can never inspire piety.
j But such a plea would have been far more
i plausible than any excuse which can be
made for the invasion of Christian Churches
today with all sorts of irreverent things.
For this modern profanation of places of
■ worship there is no conceivable extenuation
, whatsoever.
At bottom it proceeds in many instances
from the same motive of covetousness which
inspired the traders in the temple at Jeru
salem. Money is needed for the Churches
which the members will not. give from lib
erality sprung from faith. Hence all sorts of
devices are adopted to inveigle it from oth
] ers. The traders in the temple were making
money for themselves, while the traffickers
; of our day ere trying to save themselves
i from giving to* the service of God money
: which they already have made.
Some forms of irreverence are brought
: into the Churches, however, not for money,
but out of the common lust for entertain
ment. The shows are closed on Sundays, or
they are considered to be not altogether
proper diversions on the day of rest and wor
ship. Hence, the Churches and Sunday
Schools must supply what is wanted, and
this unholy demand creates the profane
| supply.
Some preachers yield to it and become
■ mere sensational stage-players, injecting into
tfieir pulpit performances- dashes of senti
ment more or less religious in order to dis
guise the utterly worldly nature of their
psuedo-preachments.
The Sunday School, a most valuable in
stitution which is designed for religious in
struction, may easily degenerate into a place
of amusement in which musical programs
and kindred things displace the work of
teaching and learning the word of God.
! Children, and youth may thus acquire in
the Sunday School habits of irreverence
I which they carry into the services of the
■ Church, or, what is perhaps worse, they may
! imbibe an utter distaste for worship alto
gether. Some Sunday Schools may now be
found that, tend strongly to diminish at
tendance upon the preaching of the Gospel
and the ordinances of the Church. The
tragedy of such misuse and perversion of
the Sunday School cannot be easily over-
| stated.
i Prevalent irreverence and the decay of the
1 worshipful spirit tend to impair morality
and engender social disorder.
The Churches should-, give themselves to
calling the people back to God; but this
j they cannot do effectively if their temples
| are turned to uses which divert human
I hearts from God and fix them upon fun and
i feasting.
The words of King Solomon are quite ap
! plicable to many in our day, and should be
| heeded. “Keep thy foot when thou goest to
I the house of God.” (Ecclesiastes v:l.)
! The “Come-Back” of Naval Stores
(The Savannah Morning News.)
FIGURES for the past naval stores year,
as given on another page of this issue of
the Morning News, make a very gratify
] ing showing, both as to the industry at larger
] and as to Savannah’s share of the trade.' While
prices of turpentine and rosin failed to equal
the unusually high averages of the year be
fore, still they ruled far above those to which
; tihe trade has been accustomed in former
times, and sufficiently as to prove profitable
i to producers.
The figures for the comparative movement
jat Savannah are especially encouraging. The
combined receipts of turpentine and rosin for
, the year ending yesterday show an increase
: over the year before of about 120,000 barrels,
! which is a gain of about 25 per cent. But the
most striking feature is the steady increase
which has been going on for the last five
years, each successive year of this period
! showing a steady improvement. The low
j point of the depression in the industry was
I in the year 1918-19; and since that season the
I volume of naval stores handled at Savannah
j has nearly trebled. This will be an eye-opener
] for those who four or five years ago bewailed
{ the industry as being in a moribund condition,
j Not only is the general rate of production
| steadily expanding, but the tendency of the
i movement is to revert more decidedly toward
I Savannah. The gain made by Savannah of
j recent years has far surpassed that of the
I other ports, which is a forcible demonstration
I of Savannah’s unequaled facilities as a mar
i ket and port of shipment. The long list of
ports of all quarters of the world to which
Savannah has made shipments of turpentine
l and rosin during the past season, shows how
I widespread are the connections of Savannah
' with all the people of the world.
A favorable development of the past season
I has been -the awakening of producing inter
: ests to the great necessity for conservation of
; the natural resources, looking to permanency
! of the supply. Steps have been taken to pro
; vide for reforestation, and at the same time
I to prevent as far as may be the tapping of
i the young trees before they are reasonably
■ well grown. This, together with the employ
: ment of the most economical methods of ob
i taining the crude sap, will go very far toward
ensuing permanence.
1 The outlook is propitious for a new season
!of continued prosperity. Under existing re
' straints, such as the competing demands of
! the lumber interests and the relative scarcity
i of labor, it may be unlikely that the produc- I
i tion should increase to an equal extent. The
rate, however, is expected to be fully main
tained. In the meantime, the world’s require-
I ments of turpentine, the world’s requirements
I of turpentine and rosin will probablp be mate
’ rially expanded, as the long work of recon
; struction goes on. Owing to the reduced dut
| put of previous seasons the reserve stocks are
j said to be well depleted, so that there will no :
doubt be demand for all that can be afforded. I
The naval stores trade, therefore, can look I
i forward with confidence to the season of |
' 1924-25. All the indications are that the new !
year will be one of active trad", and at prices ,
which will be very profitable to producers and
i handlers alike. j
MY WIFE AND I
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
What, has gone before —Robert Bruce
Henderson, young lawyer, falls victim to
the (‘harms of Natalie while on a busi
ness trip, and marries her at once, with
out knowing much about her or her fam
ily. They begin housekeeping in a
York apartment. Robert’s uncle, for
whom he was named, disapproves of the
baste of the wooing and wedding, but
says nothing. Garth Holden, handsome
and wealthy college, chum of Robert,
dines with them. Natalie appears not to
fancy him, but shows a decided liking
for Ned Church, a friend of Bruce, wli«
is pretty much of a male flirt.—Now
go on with the story.
• CHAPTER VIII
That I saw so little Ot Uncle Robert ex
cept during business hours was a real
sorrow to me. If I proposed spending
the evening with him, Natalie invariably had
some other plan, the theater, dancing or an
] engagement to play bridge—made without
consulting me. Wfien he formally invited us
to dine, she went along graciously enough
and once in a great ■while he dined with us«.
But it was so different from our old happy
intercourse that I knew he felt shut out——
that I neglected him.
When I spoke of this to Natalie, she said:'
“I don’t propose to spend my time sitting
around watching while you two talk business
and smoke. You go to him whenever you
want to, I shall not object.”
“But I don’t like to leave you alone, and—
I can’t be happy away from you.”
“Nonsense! I’ll do something to amus®
myself! ”
Her willingness to have mo leave her hurt
me. Was she beginning to tire of my sO/-
ciety? Often I had thought of begging her
to spend an evening quietly at home, but in
variably she had already made plans, often
told me what she wanted to do before I had
opportunity to even make the suggestion.
We were very busy at the office and Uncle
Robert asked me to make a short trip to
Boston in connection with some evidence we
wneeded. I agreed readily. I would take
Natalie, she had never been to the Hub and
could interest herself in the shops and sight
seeing while I was at-tending to business.
“I don't, care to go,” she said when I told
her of my trip.
“But, Natalie, J have to go—”
“Well, run right along. You aren’t tied
to my apron strings.”
“I thought you would enjoy it. You re
member you told .me you never had been to
Boston.”
“I’ll go some other time, just now I don’t
wish to.” Her tone was final, yet I did not
cease to urge her.
“I shall be gone three or four days. You’ll
he lonely.”
“Not me! I’ll have people here and your
pal Garth shall take me out at least one
evening.”
“If you are determined not to go I’ll tele
phone Garth to look after you, but I’m dis
appointed.” '
“Sorry, old dear.”
I telephoned Garth, who agreed to do what
he could to help Natalie pass the. time while
I was away. Then I packed my bag.
“Tell Natalie I am at her disposal, to let
me know when I am wanted,” Garth had
said.
“Don’t look so solemn, Bruce. One would
think you were going to a. funeral instead of
to Boston, i’ll be here when you get back.”
“You’d better be,” I tried to speak cheer
fully. But I felt anything but joyous. It
was not so much her refusal to go that hurt;
it was her very apparent willingness to be
separated from me, the nonchalant way in
which she had declared her independence
and that she would amuse herself during my
absence.
Again, as so often before, I wondered if I
really knew Natalie at all—if I ever would
know her? I had thought-her so exquisitely
feminine, so dependent, and she was knock
ing all my preconceived notions awry. I was
learning that she could be hard at times, that
she never gave up her own plans to please
anyone, and that she could be perfectly con
tent when I was away from her.
“Was she anxious for me to go?”
I pushed the ugly thought from me. What
was getting into me io allow distrust to enter
rny mind? All this while the train was speed
ing me away from her.
Impatient at myself, I opened a magazine
and started to read. But I soon flung it
down. 'rhe story I had started told of a
trustful man, a deceitful woman. I was in
no mood for such trash, I told myself.
Arrived in Boston, I telegraphed Natalie of
my safe arrival, sent her my love, and, in an
effort to be unselfish, added:
“Have a good time and write me.”
I was determined to get back as quickly
as possible, so rushed the business upon
which I was sent. I had been gone but three
days, would rea di home that night. I had
not telegraphed Natalie, I would surprise
her. Wouldn’t she be pleased?
Tn spite of what she had said about amus
ing herself, I fully expected to find her at
home. It would be after midnight when I
arrived. With pleased expectation, I let my
self in with my latch key, careful to make
no noise. The apartment was dark, save for
a low light in the ball. I tip-toed into the
bedroom, switched on the light. The room
was empty, the bod unruffled. Natalie was
out.
My disappointment was keen. But short
ly I was able to laugh, to reason with myself.
Garth had taken her somewhere to dance.'
I’d have a smoke and read until her return.
One o’clock, two, three, and still I was
alone. It. was nearly four when I heard the
honk-honk of a mo-tor and slipping into the
dark front room I looked out of the window.
Natalie was standing on the curb, beside a
man whom at first I did not recognize.
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BY Irvin S. Cobb
ANOTHER SCOTCH LIBEL.
Why do they always lay them on the Scotch?
As I may have remarked before, I have some
Scotch in me—l sometimes had more before
Prohibition, wfien you could depend on the
labels—but even now there’s a pronounced
strain of it in my make-up. On my mother's
side I belong to the Clan Douglas.
Such being the case, I resent the fact that
always, when frugality is the text of a story,
a Scot must, be chosen as its hero —or should
I say its villain? Anyhow, he is invariably
the horrible example.
Here s a story in point: It’s a libel on the
whole Caledonian race, that I admit, but all
thp same it strikes me as being a pretty fair
yarn.
The time was Christmas Eve. Sandy Mc-
Donald sneaked down the back stairs of his
home with a double-barreled shotgun, went
outside and fired off both barrels. He then
rushed back into the- house and announced to
his eight small children that Santa Claus had
just committed suicide.
(Copyright, 1921.)