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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
For the Lord God will help me; there
fore shall I not be confounded; therefore
have I set my face like flint, and I know
that I shall not be ashamed. He is near
that fustifieth me. . . . Behold the Lord
God will help me. Who is he that shall
condemn me?,Lo they all shall wax old
as a garment; the moth shall eat them
up.—lsaiah 50:7-9.
Our Debt to Battle-Broken
Warriors of the Cross
HIGHLY meaningful among the philan
thropic movements of the day is that
of the Methodist Episcopal Church,
South, to establish an endowment fund of ten
/
million dollars for more adequate support of
the Infirm veterans of its ministry, the ‘’su
perannuates” as they are called, and of their
widows and orphans. The endeavor is of
public interest because of the sound princl-
x
pies, economic and social, as well as reli
gious, which It embodies; and because, more
over, of the part which these battle-broken
warriors of the cross have borne in the mak
ing of commonwealth and country.
A discerning historian has said of Ameri
can leadership In Revolutionary times that
the mantle of Samuel Davies, an early presi
dent of Princeton and for years a missionary
on the Southern frontier, fell upon Patrick
Henry. “It was,” he writes, “as if the colo
nists had carried over into secular activities
some strain from the Great Awakening,
something of the intensity of deep-seated
moral convictions. . . . The floodtide of re
ligious emotion ebbed but to flow in other
channels; and men who had been so pro
foundly stirred by the revivalist were the
more readily moved by the appeal of the revo
lutionary orator.” From thousands of “cir
cuit riders” who now sleep in forgotten
tombs, a mantle of light and of power has
fallen upon America. Through perils of
wilderness and mountain solitUfdes they went
their arduous ways, ‘‘in weariness and pain
fulness, in watchings often, in hunger and
thirst,” sharing their people's laughter and
tears, kindling ideals of education and im
pulses to social progress in a rough and tum
ble time, working that hearts might be kind
lier, that neighborliness might more
abound, and that the minds of men might
open to vaster issues. Pioneers they were of
that which is sturdiest, most fruitful, most
beneficent in our culture—preparers of the
way to a nobler nation.
Georgia’s debt to these vanished builders
and to their living successors is among the
highest her heart can hold. Not a page of
her social and educational history but is lit
with their labors; not a stride of constructive
endeavor hut is interknit with their sinews.
Time was when the chief counselors of states
were sagacious churchmen —Dunstan, Becket.
Wolsey, and many another. In a rarer and
freer sense today the men whose lives utter
the epic of the crass are still the state’s
prime ministers, though their voices never
reach beyond the hearthsides of the hum
blest, and old «ge find them having not where
to lay their heads. No truer pathos sounds
from literature than the feeble cry of Shake
speare’s gray prelate at the abbey door:
An old man, broken with the storms of
state.
Is come to lay his weary bones among
ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!
Such is the inarticulate cry today of many
an aged minister of the church. Not charity,
but golden gratitude is their due. May every
effort tn provide justly for them end in over
brimming success!
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THE ATT; ANT A TRI-WEEKLY JOURNAL
A Business Vieu> of I solation
SO keen and clear-visioned an observer
as the New York Journal of Commerce
thinks that the main trouble today with
the larger trend of American business is
‘‘isolation from the rest of the world—ina
bility to export as much as we should, un
willingness to import freely, to re-manufac
ture and ship abroad.”
This is quite contrary to those political
savants who insisted that security of Ameri
can interests lay in aloofness from the broad
common currents of international life. Not
by co-operating for world peace and pros
perity, they contended, but by" ...ing to our
selves alone would we thrive and go for
ward. Such was the policy adopted by" the
administration that took the helm in 1921;
and such is the course pursued, as far as
pressure of realities will allow, by Mr. Cool
idge. To make our exclusiveness the more
pronounced, this regime raised a tariff wall
which would have served well, had the end
desired been to discourage foregn commerce
and destroy our markets abroad, but which
is in fact chiefly remarkable for th© hun
dreds of millions of dollars which it adds
to the cost of living and for its utter failure
to afford true protection.
What is to be do-ne? As a practiced
watcher of the nation’s business, the Journal
of Commerce answers, ‘‘We cannot cure
the evil by greater isolation, but we shall in
tensify it. We are running into a condition
of overproduction and accumulation, al
though thus far it has probably not made
great headway" in many branches—the exact
facts are obscure. Our business community
ought to take these facts to heart, study
the situation from the world viewpoint and
determine what it wants to do. If it de
cides upon further isolation we must recon
cile ourselves to great changes in industrial
activity and broad shifts of capital from
one line to others. We must go through an
extensive economic reorganization. If we
decide to participate in the general devel
opment of world trade we must abandon our
political preconceptions and adapt ourselves
to present trade requirements.”
Such is the counsel of business prudence
as well as of humanitarian wisdom. Happy
for America if it be followed!
Trotzky s Joke
TROTZKY is nothing if not ‘‘high fantas
tical.” Addressing a throng of his I
Soviet admirers the other day, he pic- I
tured ‘‘rich and satisfied America sending to
famine-stricken, revolutionary Europe whole
squadrons of airplanes which threaten to rain
noxious gases'upon our heads —and this is no
romance.”
What perversion is unhappier than that of
shutting one’s eyes to beautiful realities and
conjuring up imaginations of meanness and
muck? While American ships were bearing
food and raiment to multitudes of his country
men whom Bolshevism had overwhelmed with
wretchedness, Trotzky was at pains to look
:he other way" and to keep carefully silent.
No word of response, no gesture of apprecia
tion escaped him. But now he waxes garrul
ous describing the greed, the hardness of
heart,'the war-like ambitions and the alto
gether malevolent designs of the people of the
United States. We have grew monstrously
rich out of the late world conflict, he declares,
and we are nursing plans to precipitate an
other. The only defense for innocent Bol
shevism, he warns, is ‘‘the annihilation of cap
italistic society.”
We must take it back that Trotzky" is only
fantastical. He also •is singularly" amusing.
But his jokes have cost a gifted and a nobly
sanguine people tragically dear.
QUIZ
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ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. Was the money- loaned to America by-
France during the Revolution ever repaid?
J. W. V.
A. The United States treasury says that
of the total amount of $6,325,500 borrowed
from France in the Revolutionary- period the
sum of $4,327,600 was repaid by 17 95, and
the balance, or $2,024,900, was refunded
into 4 and s’•> per cent domestic stock.
When it became known that La Fayette’s
fortune was largely depleted by the French
Revolution, congress appropriated money for
his relief and gave him lands in Florida.
Q. What is the highest building west of
the Mississippi? A. McE,
i A. The highest building in the United
States west of the Mississippi is the forty
two-story L. C. Smith building in Seattle.
Washington.
Q. Where are the various members of the
former Kaiser’s family? G. I*. H.
A. The former Kaiser of Germany is still
residing at Doorn in Holland. The crown
prince recently returned to Germany and is
making his home at his castle at Dels in
Silesia. Victoria Louise, the only daughter
of the former Kaiser, with her family, has
joined the royal colony at Munich. The re
maining sons are also residing in Germany.
Q. Is the Kaffir orange like the oranges
raised in this country? C. F. M.
A. This fruit which has been introduced
into the United States is not a member of
the citrus family. When ripe the fruit
turns yellow and has a fragrance like cloves.
The seeds contain a small amount of
strychnine and the flesh is edible, having the
flavor of bra nd led peaches.
Q. What were cabinet members paid when
the government was formed? J. S.
A. There were five secretaries of depart
ments forming the president’s cabinet under
t George Washington. Os these the secretary
Inf state, Thomas Jefferson, received 53,500;
the other secretaries received $2,000.
SLANDER
by hazel deyo bachelor
What has gone before.—Miriam Fol
well, a young business woman, has an
episode in her life which, although in
nocent, has caused scandal. She has
almost forgotten it when a year later
she becomes engaged to Anthony Breen,
and then out of the past comes a
woman who knows all about the epi
sode and proceeds to make trouble.
Anthony believes the worst, but offers
to marry her anyway. Miriam, with her
faith in men shattered, refuses his of
fer and accepts the offer ot her firm Io
send her to Europe. She succeeds in
avoiding Anthony until the moment of
sailing.—Now go on with the story.
HUA PTE R XLV
An Apparition
•n yrIRTAM was roused from her sleep by"
IVI ,he sound of s ome one speaking her
x A name. She sat up, rubbing her eyes
bewilderedly, for the moment forgetting
where she was, and then as the rhythmical
pound of the engines came to her ears that
voice spoke again:
‘‘Miriam Folwell!”
She turned, her heart beating wildly, and
looked into a pair of burning blue eyes, set
in a face whose features she had almost for
gotten. Then suddenly she remembered
everything, that night in the mountains, this
man’s voice asking her to be his wife, her
escape, and then —Anthony. Anthony" who
believed the worst of her.
“You!” she gasped. “You!”
“Will you let me sit down here a mo
ment?” lie was saying. “1 want to talk to
you. I want to tell you how I tried to find
you, but the city had swallowed you up. To
think of meeting vqu like this, to think of
Fate taking a hand and throwing us to
gether again on board the America.”
In Miriam’s heart there had always exist
ed the feeling that if ever she set eyes on
this man again she would hate him. He was
the cause of all her heartache, of all her an
guish and misery, lie hpd come between An
thony and herself, and certainly she had
never wanted to see him again. But now
that he had actually materialized, she found
that she did not hate him. She felt curious
ly indifferent concerning the episode con
nected with him, and after the first shock of
seeing him again, she was able to collect
her thoughts and treat him as she would
have treated any chance acquaintance.
But the personal kept cropping up in spite
of anything she could do to prevent it. She
could not chat with him casually without go
ing into the past, and when he finally asked:
“Have you been ill?” she shook her head
and said deliberately, ‘‘Not physically ill,
only mentally.”
There was silence between them, and in
that moment Miriam found her eyes wander
ing to his hand grasping the arm of her
chair. It was a strong hand, a hand that
one night long ago had stirred a strange
feeling in her heart. It was a hand a wom
an might cling to, there was power in it, and
suddenly" Miriam found herself averting her
eyes.
“Um sorry,” he said evenly, and at his
words anger leaped up in Miriam’s heart.
“Uve lost my faith in human nature,” she
said suddenly. “I’ll never believe in any
one again. 1 have paid very dearly for that
night we missed our train. It just happens
that the slander followed me, that I could
not shake it off. Just receutly I met some
one who remembered me, and who told the
story of that night to the man I had prom
ised to marry. He believed it, but he offer
ed to marry me anyway. Naturally, 1
couldn’t accept such a sacrifice. That’s all,
but I wanted you to know. 1 wanted you to
realize why we can never be friends, why
the very sight of you is obnoxious to me. I
remember, you see, that you, too, offered me
marriage. To you it was away out of a
sorry predicament, and I tried to forget it,
but I realize now that I never have.”
Miriam was carried away by her feeling.
She was pouring out all her hot resentment
in a burst of emotion. -She had suffered, and
■he would make Warren Holmes suffer, too.
At least, she would show him the contempt
that she felt for him and after perhaps
he would take himself off and cease to
bother her.
He listened to her in silence, and after
she had finished talking he still did not
speak. After a moment she stole a look at
him, and saw that he was white to the lips.
Tuesday—"l Loved You.” Renew your
subscript ion now to avoid missing a chapter
of this splendid story.
MY FAVORITE STORIES
BI IRVIN COBB ’
Extremes are drawn to extremes —that is a
well-known fact and I cannot claim to
honor of being the first of direct attention to
it. But at least it does remind me of a story.
In the sideshow the romance had ripeened.
The midget fell in love with the giantess. She
was nearly eight feet tall; he measured from
crown to toe, just thirty inches. But he
had just as much love in his soul as though
he weighed a ton.
However the lady was coy; she had been
properly raised. She wouldn't even let him
hold her hand.
One Sunday morning in the spring, when
the circus train was lying on a siding, the
pair went for a walk across the fields. As
they promenaded in the green meadows the
dwarf begged the lofty object of his affections
for just one kiss. Finally she yielded to his
importunities but in order for his eager lips
to reach-hers it would be necessary for her
to kneel down. Merely bending over wouldn’t
do —there still would remain a hiatus ot at
least a foot between her face and his upturned
one. ,
And she absolutely declined to kiteel. In
the first place, the posture was not dignified;
in the second place the ground was muddy
and she had on her smartest walking skirt,
made to order for her by a concern specializ
ing in tents and awnings. And there was no
fence or stile in sight upon which he might
climb.
Desperation made the Lilliputian resource
ful. Alongside a roadside blacksmith shop
he spied a rusty iron anvil. At sight of it
inspiration came to him. He induced the fair
one to back up again the side of the shop.
He ascended the anvil and stood on tiptoe
upon its flat top. Then, as she swayed down
ward from the lofty heights where her head
customarily nodded, he was able to implant
the first chaste salute of affection upon her
maidenly mouth.
They continued upon their stroll, she step
ping on with splendid strides, he trotting
alongside, his tiny figure half hidden behind
her swishing draperies.
They’ went three miles more. Then he
begged her for another kiss —just one more
to seal the bargain of their hearts.
‘‘No. sir,” she said, firmly. “One’s enough
for today.”
“Just one,” he pleaded.
“No.”
“You mean it?”
“I do.”
“Your decision absolutely final?”
“Absolutely.”
He fetched a deep sigh.
“Well, then,” he said, resignedly, ‘‘such be
ing the case. I don’t suppose it’s any use my
carrying this damned anvil any longer!”
(Copyright, 1921.)
BY MRS. W.
THOUGHTLESS YOUNG PEOPLE
tttHILE I was sitting on a near neigh-
V\. bor’s front porch last Sunday after
’ ’ nbon making them a social call three
boys, none less than twelve years old, raid
ed my front yard, snatched off a magnificent
full-blown tulip, one of the finest specimens
I have ever seen, and went qp the street,
waving the flower, just to destroy it, in pure
wantonness.
1 do not know the names of the boys who
thus wantonly grieved a very old lady, and 1
do not expect to hunt them up, although it
■would be a kindness to their parents to be
thus informed. It seems to be a part of
a general condition in our country. Thought
less young people are all about. It is an
exception to the rule to encounter respect
ful behaviour in the gangs of boys and girls
who throng the streets, and who seem to be
on the go, anyway, to any sort of place, to
get away from home.
A gentleman who saw the young tough
leap the wall to destroy my flowers said
latei- on: “1 do not know where this rest
less gadding about will end up at. Half
the time the careless parents are well satis
fied to get some rest from their own chil
dren, while the latter are roving around, with
their destructive conduct. Lots of silly moth
ers are relieved to get little six-year-old tots
off to school, so they can pad the streets
themselves without having to care for them
at home. Where are the coming mothers to
come from?” he said, in a despairing tone of
voice.
The question is a timely one, and one can
not wonder to find some prominent people, in
church organizations, calling a halt, and ask
ing the pertinent question, “Are young wom
en going to dance themselves to perdition?”
I have made it a rule in a long life not to
enter the. lists, to dictate to card-playing and
dancing households what they should do or
not do, but when a rapid society woman
could, tell me that she was glad she had no
daughters, because she would not allow a
young daughter, if she had one, to ride home
in an automobile with a man who had been
drinking and dancing with this daughter in
the small hours of the night. ‘lt wouldn’t
be safe,” was her parting ejaculation.
And there is so little respect for age, and
the elders of a family, that another question
is pertinent: “Are the young ones in the
family circle to rule the methods and man
ners of both young and old? Must every
thing bend to them?” An aged gentleman
of real prominence, in his lonely old life,
was rash enough to sit in a drawing room
and rebuke his granddaughters and some of
their visitors, none more than sixteen, in a
matter of dress and loud behavior; and the
mother is reported as saying: “Pa should
have kept out of that parlor. He had no
business there. It looks like we will have
to move further off; he annoys these chil
dren so much. He is very troublesome.”
Those children are heading towards
perdition, with the follies and vanities all
about them, but the old man was not wel
come, and his warnings were sneered at.
And it will be fortunate for him if he does
not suffer great unhappiness because he is
in the way of his own grandchildren.
Away back in old China —in Confucius’
time—the natives were trained from early
childhood to show profound respect to the
older ones. I guess that is why China has
survived so many misfortunes and still holds
on to the ancient respect for the grand
parents in continuous centuries.
As the aftermath of the World war, the
land swarms with many rebellious, self-cen
tered and entirely selfish younger people,
who are indifferent to their elders, disobedi
ent to their own parents and reckless in
their associations with each other, and the
end is certain. The path leads downward—
not upward.
The evil thing grows with what it feeds
upon. Righteousness exalteth a nation; but
DULL CHARLIE
By H. Addington Bruce
SCATTERED through the land are not a
few parents who might learn a helpful
lesson from the story of little Charlie
Craine. Charlie, at the age of eight, was
unmistakably a problem child. He had been
a problem child almost from the day he be
gan to go school. Until then he had got
along well enough.
But, it was only too evident, he could
adapt himself neither to the classroom nor
the playground. He found other children,
he complained, “too rough.” And he com
plained with equal bitterness that he found
his lessons “too hard.”
The suspicion grew in his teacher’s mind
that li-ttle Charlie was a mental defective.
As he seemed incapable even of learning to
read, such a suspicion was hardly surpiising.
This did not mitigate his parents’ distress
when he was recommended for a medico
psychological examination. No significant
medical findings were made. Charlie, it ap
peared, was in excellent physical condition,
barring a slight weakness of vision, so slight
tha-t it could not possibly account for his
mental dullness. Nor, the psychological test
ing showed, was the dullness due to any in
born weakness of intelligence.
He responded well to all the tests given
him. and in fact revealed ability to think
quickly and <o grasp instructions readily.
Why, then did Charlie experience such dif
ficulty in his school tasks? To answer this
question a searching inquiry was made into
the social circumstances of his life.
Here, somewhat condensed, is the report
on what this "inquiry revealed:
“The boy was an only child and was some
what indulged and spoiled at home, and even
strangers made much of him on account of
his attractive appearance. He was always a
central figure in the children’s entertain
ments at his church, and had been generally
petted.
“In talking with him, the ill effects ot this
became still more apparent. He admitted
that he had no playmates at school. In
school, instead of concentrating on his stud
ies. he was apt to sit and day-dream about
play.
“The chief cause of this boy’s maladjust
ment was all that is implied in the situation
of being an only child. His energies were
too much drained by the effort to adjust to
the group, and in wish-fulfillment fantasies
concerning the play life which he was denied
by- his inability to get along with other chil
dren.”
Happily for Charlie, his parents were sen
sible enough to take in good spirit the rec
ommendations made to them. Without abat
ing their natural love for their little boy,
they ceased over-loving and over-indulging
him. No longer did they permit him to be
an object of admiring attention by visitors
to the household.
By kindly discipline they began to im
press on him the virtues of obedience, un
selfishness and constructive effort. Thus,
they helped him to grow both in eagerness
to learn and in ability for group play. It
was not long before he completely cleared
himself of the suspicion of dullness.
And Charlie Craine’s experience is by no
means unique. All about us are small boys
—and small girls, too —similarly afflicted as
a result of parental mismanagement. The
me.'sure? which saved Charlie would likewise
save them. That is the point I would
emphasize.
(Copyright, 192 1.)
THE COUNTRY HOME
SATURDAY, MAY 10, 1024
H. FELTON
a nation is doomed that forsakes modesty,
sobriety and virtue.
THE GREED FOR GOLD
WrE understand the Bible meaning of
the “Mammon of unrighteousness,”
also “Ye cannot serve God and Mam
mon.” These are two of a multitude of
warnings about the greed for gold. We
recollect the servant Gehazi, who went
backwards and received money after Naa
man bad dipped in the waters of Jordan and
thus was healed of leprosy, and Naainan was
satisfied, even grateful, to give money if the
prophet had need of it. The servant did not
make his master acquainted with his own
unholy greed for gold. The corrupting pow
er which Mammon sways will always be in
evidence until the reign of the millennium,
when old things will thus have passed away
and new thoughts are elevated in the great
peace system of divine rule and manage
ment.
The senate investigation of former Secre
tary Fall is being advertised in both conti
nents, and while there may have been many
such “falls” from high places that have es-'
caped notice and condemnation, the time is
ripe for public anathemas against a man
who is obliged to admit his overgrown
greed for gold in handling the business of
the government intrusted to his custody and
management.
It is only fair to President Harding to say
that he has been more greatly deceived than
all other persons who believed Hon. Mr. Fall
would be a proper person to appoint as sec
retary of the interior. The dead president
believed in Mr. Fall’s integrity. There was
no apparent reason for doubting it. They
had been acquainted during many years of
senate service together, j There are every
day occurrences of betrayal of confidence by
men who have misappropriated trust funds,
who have broken banks, and robbed widows
and orphans of their money. There always
will be such occurrences, while human na
ture is like it is, weak under sudden temp
tation.
It begun in the Garden of Eden. Like
murder, it will show up under sufficient
provocation and opportunity. Ex-Secretary
Fall would not do it again, but alas! he has
done it once too often. His political ene
mies are having the time of their lives.
They are demanding his head and are shout
ing (in revenge) for the annihilation of the
offender. Sometimes these big men get
away with it and escape political execration
and the howls for the punishment of the
guilty.
There was a time in congressional affairs
when the Pacific railroad lobby bought and
sold senators and congressmen like “sheep
in the shambles.” It was notorious, shame
less, also odious. Exposures came along in
California courts, where the headquarters of
the corrupters were well known, because a
railroad directories elected to the senate
to hold a “whip hand” over the people who
traded their votes for railroad money. It
was discussed in- the cases and hotel gath
erings in Washington City. It was narrated
in newspapers from the Atlantic to the Pacific
ocean. The number of the troitors was
so great that there was strength in their
union. It took in Republicans and Demo
crats, south as well as north. New York
papers detailed the testimony, copied from
San Francisco court records. We lived
through that awful time, and public opinion
was so lax on such offenders that these
guilty ones died in their beds without being
dismissed frpm their high places.
We are advancing, progressing; and while
Hon. Mr. Fall resigned his office, more than
a year ago, for reasons best known to him
self and has doubtless laid away enough
money to live in ease and comfort, it is a
healthy sign that his resignation did not
save him from public exposure in this good
year 192 4.
CRAVING FOR BEAUTY
By Dr. Frank Crane
6 OOR thing!” wrote a woman to me,
* ID speaking of a young girl in whom we
were both interested, a girl of talent
and spirit and little money. “Poor thing! 1
feel sorry for her. She so loves pretty
things, and I don’t see where she is going
to get them.”
The poor thing in question had merely
the spirit of her age. One of the strongest
traits of the present younger generation is
a fierce craving for beauty.
People want to be beautiful as they never
longed for personal charm before. I cannot
believe our great-grandparents felt the
chagrin of an unattractive face as keenly as
our children feel it.
The world today wants beautiful things
more than the world of yesterday. Not only
do women crave pretty clothes and furniture
and back yards, but men wish more beauty
in the office and the workshop.
You do not understand this in the least if
you interpret it to mean merely a lust for
luxury, a spendthrift craze for show. It is
not that, it is the forthputting of an inde
structible human instinct, which has been
long repressed by other forces and is now
asserting itself.
The nineteenth century was the most won
derful of all the forty centuries or so hu
manity has existed. It was marked by the
advance of science, the rapid development of
democracy, the final emancipation from
hierachy, the unprecedented growth of com
mercialism, and the accumulation of wealth.
It was also probably the ugliest century
since the stone age.
The Greeks carried the expression of beau
ty very far. Roman life may have been
cruel, but it was not unpleasing to the eye
in its costumes and buildings, and mediaeval
ism was as picturesque as it was dirty. But
<be nineteenth century was just plain ugly
the world over.
The mind of man cannot conceive an
artistically more absurd dress than a silk
hat, dress suit, and patent leather shoes,
wherein the man arrays himself when he
wants to be at his best.
Os women's attire I shall say nothing, be
ing a prudent man, and married.
All modern cities are utterly inartistic, all
villages violate every canon of good taste;
and not content with that, we daub the land
scape with hideous splotches of red and yel
low billboards.
Now, human nature cannot endure this.
It cannot go on indelinitely making money,
amassing facts, and merely getting on. It
has beauty hunger in it.
Slowly that beauty hunger is beginning
to show itself.
We are getting more beautiful chairs, ta
bles, houses, streets, and bric-a-brac.
The progress is painfully slow and diffi
cult to discern, but there is progress.
When the great spirit of democra
cy steadies itself and gets over Its
youthful crudities and excesses, it will ex
press its private and public life in clothes,
dwellings, and cities far more beautifully
than the Greek. Roman, or mediaeval spirit
ever did. because it is intrinsically a far
more beautiful spirit than theirs.
(Copyright, 1924.) • |
MY WIFE AND I
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
What has gone before.- —Robert Bru co
Henderson, young lawyer, falls victim
to the charms of Natalie while on a
business trip and marries her at once,
without knowing much about her or her
family. They begin housekeeping in a
New York apartment. Robert’s uncle,
for whom he was named, disapproves
of the haste of the wooing and wed
ding, but says nothing. Garth Holden,
handsome and wealthy college chum of
Robert, dines with them. Natalie ap
pears not to fancy him, but shows a
decided liking for Ned Church, a friend
of Bruce’s, who is pretty much of a
male flirt. Bruce returns late at night
from a trip. Natalie reaches home
later and declines to tell Bruce whom
she was with. Bruce is made a part
ner in his uncle's firm and Natalie de
velops extravagant tastes. —Now go on
with the story.
CHAPTER XII
FIVE minutes after 1 arrived Natali®
came in.
“At last we are a sensible couple,’*
she astonished me by saying in a gay un
troubled voice. “We each go our own way
and no questions asked.”
“You’ve enjoyed yourself?” I asked.
“Had a corking time. And you?” f<
“Corkinger—” ‘ *
“Good. And we both have an ingrained
belief that questions aren’t allowable in well
regulated families, so I’m off to bed. I’ve
an engagement early in the morning.”
Would she never cease ragging me about
that old remark, I wondered as I bade her
good night. I would read awhile.
What I had expected I don’t know,
and reproaches perhaps. But I resented Yhis
nonchalant acceptance of my absene'e, thb
lack of curiosity. She had been adorable in
her insouciance. And she was ravishing in.
her beauty which was perfectly set off by
her gowning. I thought of the girl in the
simple white dress who would love a road
ster she could drive herself—and sighed*
She never would be satisfied to be in one
place, her husband in another.
It was nearly morning when at last I went
to bed, fully decided that Natalie never
should have a car until she too was satisfied
with a roadster or a' coupe and learned to
drive herself.
It was late when I wakened. Natalie was
already gone.
“Mrs. Henderson told me not to wak®
you,” Dora explained as she poured my cof
fee. “Mrs. Morton came for her early.”
I hurried through my brearkfast and left
for the office in anything but a happy frame
of mind. Natalie had told Dora to tell me
Mrs. Morton called for her, knowing it
would annoy me. What did it all mean —-
or—was I growing suspicious without cans®
—misjudging Natalie?
As I had often done before, I went back
over my life with Natalie. I never had.
doubted her love, although never had she
been at all demonstrative. Even her cold
ness had attracted me as I had believed it
to be modesty. Had I been too soft with,
her? Was my little friend right and would,
she think more of me because I had asserted
myself? Did she love me, why else had she
married me? She was mercenary, that I
knew, but I had not been wealthy, I had
nothing to arouse cupidity. If she no longer
cared I must be at fault.
I was glad when I reached the office and
my introspection ended. Often of late I had
demonstrated the efficacy of hard work as a
cure for mental disturbance.
“Can you go to Chicago?” Uncle asked. »
“If it is necessary, yes.”
“It is necessary.” He mentioned a case w®
were working on, explaining why it yas
vital that I should go instead of one of the
clerks. “Can you go today? The first train
you can catch?”
“Yes, give me time to run home and tell
Natalie—” I stopped. Natalie wasn’t at
home. I rushed to the telephone. No, she
had not returned, Dora told me. I called
the Morton home. The maid there had no
idea where Mrs. Morton had gone or when
she would return.
Uncle gave me directions as to how I was
to approach the man I was to see. I rushed
home, packed my bag, then wrote Natalie a
note telling her where 1 was going and how
disappointed I was not to see her before I
left and promising to return as soon as
possible. At the station I again called our
apartment. Natalie was still out.
Never had I gone about k duty more un
willingly. Thoughts of what had happened
the night before troubled me. We had not
quarreled, yet it seemed that something
more sinister than a mere quarrel lay be
tween us. Natalie had gone to bed with a
careless good night after, declaring we were
a sensible married couple because neither of
us cared where the other went. No word,
had passed between us since, and at the
thought of leaving her all my love for her
had surged over me. I longed to take hir
into my arms, to tell her I had been brutal
to leave her, to hear her say she had missed
me—had wanted me with her. I had hesi
tated to caress her of late—fearing I would
be repulsed. Sj
Instead I was being rushed away frony her!
at forty miles an hour. If everything went®
right 1 would get back in time for her din-*
ner party. She never would forgive me if I
failed her then.
My days were so crowded with work I had
no time to think, even of her. At night I
was so tired I fell asleep almost as soon as
I touched the pillow. Yet each night I had
sent her a note but I had heard nothing
from her.
I reached home scarcely more than an
hour before our guests due, longing, to
be with Natalie. She returned my kiss in a
perfunctory sort of way, then cautioned me
to hurry and dress.
“I can dress in a few minutes, don’t send
me away,” I begged.
“You must shave,” she returned. “And
now that you are here I will let you make
the cocktails.”
“Cocktails?” I knew we had no “mak
ings” in the house, and then I am a bit ot
a Puritan in away, believing in observing
the law.
“Yes, Glen Morton sent over the mate
rials. It was awfully good of him.”
I turned and went quickly from the room.
I am also a bit old-fashioned and the
thought/ of another man providing anything
for my wife’s dinner party angered me. I
Natalie must be more intimate with the
Mortons than I thought to accept such a
thing. I bathed and shaved, but it was not
until our first guest arrived that I left the
room.
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PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS
Happy Is the man who can’t borrow;
trouble.
If you would make a woman angry abus®
her physician.
Self-love prevents some people from lot
ing more than once. t
A thorn in the flesh la more (roublesom®
than two in the bush.
, ■ _ J
When a man’s business runs down th®
sheriff comes along and winds it up.
Every time a girl falls In love she declare® •
all former attachments counterfeit*