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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
O Lord, my God, Thou art very great;
Thou art clothed with honour and ma
jesty; who coverest Thyself with light as
with a garment, who stretchest out the
heavens like a curtain, who layeth the
beams of His chambers in the waters,
who maketh the clouds His chariots, who
walketh upon the wings of the wind, who
maketh His angels spirits, His ministers a
flaming fire, who laid the foundations of
the earth that it should not be removed
forever. Thou coverest it with the deep
as with a garment; the waters stood above
the mountains. At Thy rebuke they fled; at
the voice of Thy thunder they hasted
away.—From the One Hundred and Fourth
Psalm.
Georgia s County Farm Agents
F the history of Georgia progress is ever
written in full, one of its longest and
most enlightening chapters will have to
do with the work of the county farm demon
stration agents. Those tireless evangels
who carry the treasures of agricultural sci
ence and home economics directly to the
folk on the soil, accomplished during the
year 1923 alone enough to make their serv- |
Ices ever memorable. They established, ac- i
cording to the official report of State Agent
Oliver, twenly-one thousand, two hundred :
and ninety-four demonstration centers; con- ,
ducted five thousand, three hundred and
twenty-two meetings, which drew a total at
tendance of approximately one hundred and
seventy-one thousand people; and, through
the interest thus aroused and the ideas thus
conveyed, started activities that resulted in
Increased production, in multiplied profits,
and in larger opportunities for full many a
countryside.
In the farm-and-home improvement work,
we note, “13,635 farms were influenced to
change soil management, practice, 7,119
farmers followed advice in use of commer
cial fertilizers, 3,901 farmers mixed home
fertilizers according to advice, 33.151 tons
of fertilizer so mixed, 4,292 farms induced
to tarfe better care of manure, 2,583 farms
plowed under green manure; 665 farmers
assisted in terracing land, 74 dwellings built
>r remodeled according to plans furnished.
<B3 home water systems installed. 102 home
lighting systems installed, 1,057 used build
ing plans furnished.”’
In the matter of agricultural eco
nomics, “717 farm account-record dem
onstrations were held, 293 farmers changed
practice as result of record keeping,
192 farmers assisted in farm leases,
2,5 91 assisted in securing labor-saving de
vices, 3,006 assisted in making better use of
labor, 13 farm loan associations assisted in
organization, 473 members in such associa
tion*, farmers assisted to sell approximately
$3,077,857 in farm products, $438,706 saved
bv co-operative marketing, $734,8 1 9 worth
ot crops purchased co-operatively, $117,923
saved to farmers by purchasing co-opera
tively.”
To these labors add a well-nigh innumer
able list of miscellaneous activities in the in
terest of better crops and better homes, and
it is evident that the county agent system
is o»e of the great upbuilders of Georgia.
Ninety-two counties, it appears, are co
operating in the maintenance of this con
structive service. We should not rest con
tent until there is at least one demonstration
agent in every county from the mountains
to the tides. That good day will come, we
are assured, when the Legislature allows the
State a complete offset for its proportion of
the Smith-Lever fund. Surely, a more prac
tical appropriation could not be made.
THE ATLANTA i'KI-WEEKLY JOURNAL
It Costs to Ignore T ruth.
HURTFUL reactions of the Fordney- j
McCumber tariff are continually com- I
ing to light. A recent incident in our j
trade relations with certain Latin-American ;
countries serves to show anew how so-called ■
"protection” may defeat its own ends and >
injure those whom it is assumed to help.
Some of our neighbors to the south were ]
charged with discriminating against United ]
States products sent to their markets; where- ]
upon it was urged by believers in the tariff
as a panacea for commercial ills that we raise ]
the import duties on goods from those coun
tries, under the provisions of the Fordney- !
McCumber law. But investigation revealed i
that this method of “getting even” would be ]
more costly to us than to those against whom
it would be ostensibly directed; for a large
part of the imports in question are products
of concerns which, though located in Latin-
America, are owned and directed by citizens I
of the United States. The world of business
has grown far too complex for Republican
tariff theories, just as international relations
have left that party’s foreign policy lagging
in absurd provincialism.
The South American ca_e prompts the New |
York Journal of Commerce to this interesting
observation: “American citizens are con
stantly being urged to invest In foreign secu
rities or foreign property in order that a
basis be laid for further expansion of our ex
port trade and in order that it he possible for
our debtors to meet interest and other
charges upon funds they owe us. But how
can we expect that any such advice will be j
accepted if we are determined to make it im
possible for such investors to bring home the
fruit of their labors abroad? It is of no
great consequence whether enterprises such
as those in question be of the sort whose
prosperity is dependent upon direct ship
ments of goods to this country for sale or
whether they depend exclusively upon mar
kets in foreign countries. In the one case
the prosperity of the enterprise is injured by
our tariff laws. In either case the under
taking is not likely to interest investors in
this country if these holders of surplus funds
are assured that they can bring home neither
the earnings of their investments nor the
principal itself in case they need it here.”
A tariff system that ignores the interna
tional interests of business to the extent that I
the Fordney-McCumber law ignores them is
certain to do harm at home, regardless of
what its other effects may be. Chief among j
its other effects is to burden the country’s I
consuming rank and file with a tax of hun
dreds of millions of dollars for the benefit of
special interests, which not infrequently are
arrant profiteers. Such is the tariff to which
the Republican party, through its recent na
tional convention, is committed.
QUIZ
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get the answer to any question puzzling
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ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. In the Book of Acts, the chief captain
says, “With a great sum obtained I this
tieedom.” Did Rome sell citizenship? B, J.
A. Under the first Roman emperors “free
dom” of Roman citizenship with all its
privileges was purchased by aliens of for
mer servants or slaves .who possessed the
means, at great cost. During the later rule
it was sold for a trifle. Roman citizenship
carried with it many privileges.
Q. Where do sea gulls go at night? E. E. B.
A. The Biological Survey says that at
night sea gulls sleep on the water. In the
event of storms they sometimes seek shelter
in coves.
Q. Do mules have rheumatism? N. R.
A. There is no record of a mule having
this disease.
Q. What is a good cure for mosquito bites?
R. F. M.
A. The Public Health Service says that
bites and stings of mosquitoes and other in
sects are best treated by applying a few drops
of household ammonia and bicarbonate of
soda. If there is much pain it may be re
i liec'ed by applying cold cloths or solution of
j boric acid.
Q. How many automobiles are in use in
! this country now? N. F. M.
A. More than 15.000,00’0 motor vehicles
' are now registered in the United States.
Q. Who was the man with Paul Revere
| upon his famous ride? A. B. C.
i A. William Dawes was the name of the
man who rode with Paul Revere upon this
i occasion.
Q. In the early days of Rome, from what
I source d 1 the people secure water? E. F. G.
A. Front ins, the “curator aquarum,” re
cords that the early Romans secured water
from wells, rainwater cisterns, the Tiber, and
, from numerous springs.
Q. Was it President Harding or President
Wilson who invited lhe vice president to at-
I tend cabinet meetings? W. S. C.
; A. President Wilson established the cns
| torn of inviting the vice president to be pres
| ent at cabinet meetings.
| Q. Where was the first balloon ascension
! made? W. O. H.
I .A. The balloon ascension by the Montgol
! tier brothers on June 5, 1753, was made at
Annonay, France.
Q. When did the British take Hongkong?
R. S. 1.
A. Hongkong was ceded to the British in
1542 bv the treaty of Nanking.
Q. How much does the Hope diamond
! weigh now? E. E.
1 A. It is said to weigh 44 1-2 carats. This
large blue stone weighed 112 1-2 carats in
I the rough and 67 1-4 carats after the first
■ cutting. It is the property of Mrs. E. E.
McLean, of Washington. D. C., who purchased
it in 1909.
Q. Why is a nautical mile longer than a
statute mile? P. R,
A. The statute mile is based on the arbi
trary fixing of the length of a smaller unit
of measure, while the nautical mile is the
unit itself. It equals one minute of arc at
the equator. There are 60 minutes in each
degree. 360 degrees in the circumference;
therefore, there are 21.600 minutes or nau
tical miles in the distance around the earth
at the equater. Dividing a nautical mile into
the foot measure of this land mile, there are
6.050 feet in the nautical mile, while there
(are but 5.250 feet in the statute or land mile.
HIS BROTHER’S WIFE
BY RUBY M. AYRES
CHAPTER NX.Xr
Not a Welcome Visitor
BUT it was the Rbd Grange, much more
than David, that took Dora on that long
journey.
It made her angry to think of Nigel's wife
queening it there, where she herself wished
to reign. She took extra pains with her
toilet before she started, and she certainly
knew how to dress well.
A man who traveled down to Selmont in
the same compartment with her thought lie
had never seen a more beautiful woman. He
wondered enviously whom she was going to
see. and why she looked from the window so
eagerly as the train drew into the station?
She bad to take the one shabby station fly
to drive the distance from the station to the
Red Grange.
She inquired casually of the driver how
long the Carews had left the neighborhood
before she gave him David's address. She ;
knew as well and better than he did, but it ■
appeased her conscience.
Only Miss Varney was in when she reached
her destination.
Her heart began to beat excitedly as she
found herself once more in the beautiful hall. !
How she would love to have this place for
her home!
What luxury it would mean to be the wife
of David Bret her ton!
Miss Varney hurried from the drawing- '
room to meet her. She was a kindly soul,
and had a welcome for every one, but she had
never really liked Dora Fisher.
If the truth must be told, she was a little
afraid of her and her smart /clothes.
“What an unexpected visitor,” she said, j
holding out her hand.
“But not an unwelcome one, I hope,” said 1
Dora quickly. She stooped aud kissed Miss !
Varney's cheek affectionately.
“Do you know that I've done a most silly 1
thing?
“You remember the Carews? They lived ]
at Holly Lodge. Well, Mrs. Carew used to be
a great friend of mine, and I suddenly took
it into my head to run down and see her.
We hadn’t met for months, and now I hear
that they’ve left the place weeks ago.
There was laughing dismay in her voice.
“Weeks, my dear? Months!” said Miss
Varney. “And didn’t you know? What a
pity! And you’ve come all this long way for
nothing!”
“I don’t mind, and I’m so glad you are at
home! I had to wait ages for a train back,
so I thought I would run up and see yeu. I
How well you are looking!”
“We’re all very well,” Miss Varney an
swered, as she led the way into the drawing
room.
She rang for tea, and insisted on taking
her visitor's wraps, though Dora protested
that she could not stay five minutes.
“You must wait and see David now,” the
old lady declared. ‘‘‘He would be so disap
pointed not to see you!”
“Is he out, then?”
“Yes; he’s teaching Mary to drive the car.
Oh, I forgot; you don’t know Mary, do you—
poor Nigel’s wife?”
“I’ve never met her, but Monty has, and
he told me she was staying with you. She’s
very pretty, isn’t she?”
Miss Varney hesitated.
“Sweet-looking, I should call her,” she
said then. “She’s such a dear child; I don’t
know what I should do without her now!”
“Nearly three weeks, and really I can’t
imagine how we stood the house without her.
It’s wonderful, the difference she makes!”
Dora looked interested.
“And so David is teaching her to drive the
car. How nice!”
“Yes; she can really drive quite well now.
But he's nervous, and won’t let her go out
alone yet. Os course, the lanes are rather
narrow round here, and if anything happened
to the child we should never forgive our
selves.” ♦
Dora bit her lips. So this was the solu
tion! Nigel's wife bad succeeded in ingra
tiating herself with both David and this old
woman. Monty had been rifeht, after all;
and even if this girl found the Red Grange
dull, and David uninteresting, she had been
too clever to let anyone discover it.
“I should love to meet her!” she said en
thusiastically. “I was so fond of poor Nigel.”
Miss Varney did not answer. She remem
bered well enough the many times Nigel had
designated Dora as a “dressed-up doll.” and
even gone so far as to mimic her airs and
graces. She poured the tea silently..
ThJy had finished before Mary and David
returned. They came into the room together,
laughing and talking as if they had known
one another all their lives.
David carried a rug and Mary's coat over
his arm; his rather pale face was flushed
with the fresh, damp air. Dora had never
seen him look so young and animated.
He stood quite still when he saw her, and
the smile faded from his lips. But the'next
moment he had recovered himself, and came
forward with outstretched hand.
“This is an unexpected pleasure!” His
eyes searched ihe room rather anxiously. “Is
—is Monty with you?”
Dora laughed.
“No; and he doesn’t know I am here,
] either.” She explained the situation to him
I as she had done to Miss Varney; he accepted
j it gravely.
“You've had your journey in vain, then?”
Her eyes shot hint an appeal.
“Not in vain, David, if I see you all. How
j unkind!”
She tried to laugh.
Miss Varney introduced Mary,
“Miss Fisher—Mrs. Bretherton, Nigel's
I wife.”
Mary held out her hand. She looked a little
‘ pale and troubled. For one terrified moment
I she, too, had wondered if Monty were here,
] too. if so—if so—oh, what would have
'happened?
“I am so pleased to meet you!” said Dora
effusively. She bent and kissed the girl's
grave face. “I do hope we shall be friends.
Nigel and I were great chums.”
She was no longer jealous of Mary. In her
heart she had already summed her up.
Dowdy and uninteresting! How could
Monty have ever described her as “pretty?”
Site would have been amazed could she
■ have known how David was contrasting her
with Mary—infinitely to Mary's advantage;
be considered her a thousand times more at
tractive in her simple mourning than Dora in
| her smartly cut clothes and pink and white
’ beauty. \
“Mary drove all the way without my val
■ uable assistance this afternoon. - ' he said to
Miss X’arney. He looked at Mary with a sort
of proprietary smile in his eyes. “She won't
want any more lessons now.”
“Do you like motoring?” Dora asked.
“I never had any before I came here." said
Mary shyly. “I never went in a private car —"
Dora looked surprised.
“I thought Nigel had one. I am sure I
. have heard my brother say that he did.”
Mary had remembered, too late. She caught
her breath hard-; her eyes went to David with
a sort of agonized pleading. He came to her
i rescue quietly,
"Mary doesn't call that old knockabout a
‘car,’ I expect.” he said. “Nigel bought it
second-hand, and it was only a two-seater; I
, believe he had nothing but trouble with it.”
He changed the conversation by asking if
there was any tea left.
"We must have some fresh,” said Miss
Varney: she was very particular over the way
| her tea was brewed. She gave ih° maid most
An American View of the British
By Dr. Frank Crane
i The English are supposed to be incapable
of humor, and no funnier comic operas have i
ever been written than those of Gilbert and
j Sullivan.
i They are the most home-loving people on ’
i earth, and none travels more than the Eng- j
I lishman.
The lower classes are truculent, stubborn j
for their rights, even contentious; yet are |
more orderly than the same class in France
and America. ,
In no country Is individualism more in
grained; in no country Is privilege more
rock-roofed.
The Englishman has been called a Phari
see, flaunting his morals and offensively
boasting of his religion (this is a common
criticism in France), but the individual Eng
lishman invariably conceals his religious
emotion aud deprecates his own morals; and
while the Latin races pray openly and any
where, the Britisher would almost as soon
be caught stealing apples as saying his pray
ers.
Englishmen have been dubbed a nation
of shopkeepers; shopkeeping is the- very
thing in which they are deficient; they make
excellent goods, but don’t know how to sell
them, compared with Americans or Germans.
The English love outsid life, yet I have
been unable to find one spot in London
where there is an outdoor case after the
manner of the continent.
The Britisher is perhaps the most provin
cial of men apparently; yet it is England
that has the greatest genius for colonizing
and understands best how to manage foreign
peoples.
English law is more loaded with prece
dent than that of any other country; yet in
no nation can justice be obtained more
quickly and generally.
I love English people, but am blest if I
know why. Perhaps it is because they are
such an insoluble enigma.
An American, I am of English blood and
ideals. No nation seems so near to me; yet
no nation seems so foreign. ,
(Copyright, 1924.)
careful instructions when she came to answer
the bell.
“Are you going back to London tonight?”
David asked; he had taken a chair beside
■ Dora.
I She laughed.
“Why, of course I am! I didn’t mean to stay
i five minutes, only I couldn’t resist the tea,
1 and Miss Varney said you would be in soon.
Why didn't you come to see us last night,
David?”
Her voice was reproachful. Mary moved
away and stood looking out of the window
into the darkening garden.
It was surprising how acutely sensitive she
was to every word that passed between David
and Dora; though she tried not to listen,
; she heard everything they said.
She had never seen Dora Fisher before,
but she hafl hard Nigel’s wife speak of her
’ many times.
Dolly had inelegantly called her a “dressed
up cat;” she had made fun of the way she
did her hair, and the clothes she wore, though
i she would dearly have liked to have worn the
same things herself.
In her heart she had known Dora to be
both smartly and expensively dressed; it was
through her jealousy that Nigel had been
I obliged to break off all friendly associations
j with the Fishers. Mary was recalling all this
' vaguely as she stood at the window-, and
heard Dora's rather affected voice, and Da
i vid’s deep tones.
i ' She knew she was not going to like Dora;
■she knew that she resented this visit—that
! she resented the fact that Fisher’s sister
called David by his Christian name. It was
i an absurd resentment, but none the less real.
The past few weeks at the Red Grange had
spoilt her; she had been made much of for
the first time in her life. She felt out in the
: cold and unwanted as she stood there alone
in the window, aud heard those two friendly,
intimate voices at her back. It was Miss
Varney who called to her to come and have
tea. David rose perfunctorily and drew for
j ward a chair for her; she took it without
looking at him.
She was angry and ashamed because she
resented Dora’s presence. After all, David
I had a right to his friends; it had nothing to
j do with her who came to the house.
She exerted herself to try to join the con
versation, but it was a poor success, and
presently she sat silent in the firelit room lis
tening to the others.
Dora was very beantfful; it was no wonder
David seemed so attentive to her, she told
herself a little bitterly. She did 7101 think
I she had ever seen a more beautiful woman.
It seemed an endless time before Dora rose
to go.
“I looked up a train when I was at the
I station.” she said in answer to Miss Vqrney’s
inquiries. “There is a fast one at six-fifteen.
May I telephone to the station for a cab?”
j “I will drive you down in the car,” said
' David at once. He rose and went into the
hall. “That is, if you are sure you can not
i stay to dinner,” he added as he returned
with his big*driving coat.
i “I should love to, but I mustn’t,” Dora
, answered. “Monty will be wondering where
I I am; as it is, he will have to have his dinner
alone tonight, and he hates that.”
“He is a lucky man to have such a devoted
sister,” said Miss X’arney kindly. “Oh, 1
have heard him say how good you are to
him.” she insisted, as Dora began to protest.
Mary was forgotten. She sat in the deep
chair in tiie firelight, silent and a little sad.
I Miss X’arney had followed David and Dora
; into ihe hall; she heard David order the
car; then their steps and voices died away in
the distance.
Mary sat staring into the fire; after all,
it was she who was the intruder here, and
not Dora—she who had no right there! She
who was nothing to either David or Miss
X'arney!
She heard -the sound of returning steps,
and rose to her feet.
David came into the room. She heard him
feel along the wall for the switch with which
to turn on the light; then he spoke her name.
“Mary! Are you there, Mary?”
I She answered at once.
“Yes—do you want me?”
He came across to her; he changed his
mind about the light, and left the room in
darkness.
. “I wondered where you were. Is anything
the matter? Are you tired?”
She could just see his face by the red glow
of the fire; his eyes seemed to be looking
right down into her heart.
“Is anything the matter?” he asked again.
There was a little silence, then Mary spoke,
and the words seemed forced from her
against all reasoning, against her very will.
“Oh. I don't want you to go down to the
station with Miss Fisher,” she said child
ishly.
She was terrified as soon as she had
spoken; a wave of scarlet seemed to envelop
her whole body, she was painfully conscious
of the sudden tension of David’s tall figure.
She tried desperately to laugh, but the sound
died away in her throat; she just stood there
—trembling.
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THURSDAY, JULY 24, 1921
MOVIE MAD
BY HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
What has gone, before—Gloria King,
who comes to Hollywood with the
idea of making good in the mov
ies, finds that she can not make
headway without pull. She grows bit
ter, and when, after a series of inci
dents that brings her to his attention,
Rolf Templeton, the great screen star,
asks her to marry him. She consents,
although she despises him and regrets
the step she has taken after it is too
late. —Now go on with the story.
CH M’TER XIV
Surrender
Ca LORIA walked up the steps of Rolf >
y Templeton's white stucco palace with
J her head held high. A smiling Japa- 1
nese held the large front door wide, showing
all his teeth in a discreet grin as they en
tered. And then once more she felt the
heavy oppression of the rooms, their vast
ness, the overluxuriousness of the furnish
ings. She had almost forgotten how she
hated it all, and how difficult it was going
to be to live here.
In the huge living room, so different from j
her own cozy room in the bungalow, the
silent-footed Japanese brought caviar sand-!
wiches and placed a small tabouret with va- ■
rious bottles, a bowl of cracked ice and 1
glasses at Gloria's side.
The girl was very silent. In her small !
face her eyes were very wide and dark, with :
faint purple shadows beneath them. She I
was suddenly very tired, but she was too :
proud to show it. Fear, too, was gripping !
her heart; fear that Templeton would begin
to force his attentions on her. She felt that
she would scream aloud if he came near her.
She stole a glance in his direction, and as
she did he turned and came toward her. At
the small table he paused, poured a small
amount of liquor in two glasses, added
cracked ice and seltzer, and proffered her a ;
glass. She shook her head in refusal and he |
smiled down at her mockingly.
“Not even to drink a toast to our happi- |
ness?” he said lightly.
She cpntinued to sit there in silence, and
with a little shrug of his shoulders he drain
ed his glass and set it down on the table.
She watched him as he lighted a cigarette
and drew a quivering breath of relief as he j
sat down opposite her. But with a sudden ]
movement he flung the cigarette into the ■
fireplace and came toward her.
Her slender hands gripped the arms of f
her chair as though to hold to them for pro
tection, and as her eyes sought his face she
dimly realized that his expression was
strange. His face was white, it looked
somehow older. With the blood suddenly
singing in her ears Gloria turned away.
Then he was stooping to her, drawing her
up to him. Her first instinct was to strug
gle, but pride conquered the impulse and she
lay limp against his breast. His lips hard
on hers left her rigid but still passive, al
though he held her closely as he kissed her.
He did not speak a single word.
Finally he released her, so abruptly that
she staggered. He put out his arm to steady
her, but she drew back from him proudly,
and her voice was icy with scorn when she
spoke.
“I might have expected something like
that.”
“Under the circumstances, I should call it
the natural procedure,” he returned, his
voice not quite steady. “As I said once be
fore this afternoon, you are my wife. I mar
ried you because I wanted you. You knew
that; it was in the bargain.”
“I suppose it never occurred to you that
you might be considerate,” she flamed. “Oh,
I hate you. I despise you! I never dreamed
any man could be so contemptible.”
“But you’ve forgotten that you’re to have
a career in the movies,” he said lightly.
“That ought to compensate somewhat for my
attentions to you.”
He was pouring himself another drink.
Gloria could hear the clink of ice in the
glass and the swish of the seltzer. She had
a sudden mad desire to leave the room, to
be alone, and without vouchsafing him a
look she began to walk toward the door.
Her feet dragged, she had a feeling that
he might try to stop her, but somehow she j
could not hurry. And then she was in the .
hall; for the time being she had escaped
from him, she was alone!
CHAPTER XV
Playing the <>aine
ROLF TEMPLETON'S marriage to Gloria
King swept gvar the country in giant
waves of exqjiiiement. The papers were
full of it, the dwarfed other items to
half and quarter columns. Gloria thought
she would nev'V again open a newspaper
without that little feeling of nausea that she
experienced whenever she saw her name
coupled with Templeton’s.
“World’s greatest film idol marries lead
ing woman!”
“Rolf Templeton, perhaps the most popu
lar star of the silver sheet, takes as his wife
Gloria King, a member of his company.”
For days the papers ran headings like
this, and all through the film colony the
marriage was commented upon from differ
ent angles.
“Who is she?” twittered Catherine Charm
ing. to some one who had put the question
to her. “Why, my dear, she was never
heard of till Rolf took her up. She, played
the lead in his latest picture. Heaven knows
why he married her, I don’t.”
“She won’t hold him long,” commented
Vera Vamp. “Not much style, and Rolf
likes class. He was probably bored and
wanted a new thrfll. You take my word for
’t, that’s how it happened.”
In Rolf Templeton's white stucco palace,
Gloria held her head high and played the
game. No one dreamed that a fierce hatred
had taken the place of the contempt she had
always felt for this man. and of Ml the many
things she was forced to endure, she found
his lovemaking the most difficult of all. He
would snatch her hungrily into his arms,
never speaking a word, and always she was
entirely passive. She was like a lay figure]
in his embrace; her lips, beneath his, were
coldly unresponsive. She felt that to strug-j
gle or protest would rob her of dignity. He
would only delight the more in showing her
his mastery, while, if she remained rigid and
cold, the storm of his passion would sweep
over her as though she were incapable of i
feeling.
Gloria realized that her cold hatred of
Templeton acted as a goad to his passion for
her. He delighted in tormenting her. It
seemed to Gloria that the house was always ■
filled with guests of his choosing to whom
she was obliged to play hostess, and before!
the first big party that he gave he forced;
her to go shopping with him.
In the stores he bought lavishly. Gloria
felt like a slave being decked out for the
edification of her master, but she played the
game. The saleswomen were frankly curi
ous and whispered among themselves.
“Cold as ice,” said one. “Maybe he likes
that type, you can’t tell. It’s probably no !
treat to him to make love to his wife after ,
going through love scenes every day in the
movies. Gee. I wish I had her chance. You
can bet I'd show some pep over the clothes
he picked out for me.”
Rolf’s party began with a dinner, and end
ed in the wee small hours of the morning.
Gloria wore a gown of green metal n lo‘h
which emphasized her slenderness and tlv
perfection of her head. She was not pre‘ty.
IF DIETING FAILS
By H. Addington Bruce
* S an underweight patient, yon have
lA been faithfully eating a special diet
x * prescribed to build you up and thus
help you to overcome the nervousness that
has long troubled you. You began this diet
under the assurance that, being free from
any condition of organic disease, to put on
more weight would help greatly toward giv«
ing you nerve control again.
Several weeks have passed, you are as
thin as ever, and you are as nervous as ever.
It is small wonder that you are more than
inclined to condemn as an ignoramus the
man who urged yqu to diet. But would it
be entirely fair for you to condemn him?
When you went to him with your tale of
woe you admitted, readily enough, that you
habitually ate little food, and not always
food of a really nourishing kind. That, how
ever, was about the sum total of your admis
sions to him.
Y r ou did not let him know that, besides
eating little, you ate your meals at irregular
hours, and almost always hastily.
You said nothing about taking business
problems home with you every evening,
working on them until late at night, and
mulling over them after you had gone to bed.
Nor did you let him know that you have
long had the bad habit of fretting about
trivialities, of perpetually looking forward to
unpleasant things that usually do not hap
pen, in a word of living in an atmosphere
of fear.
Had you revealed these things to your
dietist adviser, it is a certainty he would
have warned you:
“Diet, to be sure, is not all. The most
nourishing of foods will be poorly assimilat
ed, hence fail to give proper nutriment, if
eaten under unfavorable conditions.
“Hasty and irregular eating is a highly
unfavorable condition. The hasty eater does
not chew his food thoroughly enough to per
mit a normal flow of the juices necessary for
proper digestion. The irregular eater upsets
his stomach by interfering with the rhythm
of its activities.
“To eat when one is excessively fatigued
is notoriously conducive to deficient diges
tion and assimilation of food. The habitual
keeping of late hours leads to a chronic fa- /
tigue that of necessity has an adverse influ
ence on the processes of nutrition.
“Even more adverse is the influence ex
ercised by fear. The fear that harries you,
being more of a bad habit than anything
else, is susceptible to control. Controlling
k it, you will benefit from the eating of good
foods as you otherwise could not.”
Assume that this is what the dietitian
actually has told you. Begin forthwith to
put into effect the hygienic recommendations
indicated. And continue to adhere faith
fully to the prescribed diet.
It is a safe prediction that before long
you will find things going much better for
you, as regards both gaining in weight and
lessening of nervous symptoms.
(Copyright, 192 4.)
MY FAVORITE STORIES Ig
By Irvin S. Cobb , *
It seems to me that in the wide range of
themes treated from time to time in these
columns, we have rather slighted the sub
ject of oceans. Why not a few grouped
stories, then, about oceans?
Here is number one, which has the merit
of being true:
Years ago, when Sam Blythe lived in Wash
ington, he had a cook named Lizzie. Lizzie,
who was colored, hailed fiom the mountains
of Virginia. With a skillet she was a poetess
inspired, but hers was a one-sided genius.
For the beauties of nature she seemed not
to care at all.
For the summer Blythe took a cottage at
Atlantic City. The cottage stood close to
the beach. Sam moved in by night. Next
morning, as he stood on the veranda, with
nothing between him and the coast of Spain
except sky and water, he heard a rattle of
bi. last j the k.. hen and bethought
him that Lizzie had never looked upon tho
marvels of the sea.
“Oh, Lizzie,” he called, “come out here on
the porch a minute.”
Lizzie came, wiping her hands on her
I apron.
“Lizzie,” said Blythe, with a wave of his
arm to the eastward, “there's the Atlantic
ocean.”
Lizzie gave a brief look.
“Suttinly is flat,” she said, and returned
to her domain.
Then, there is the yarn of the young wom
an from the middle west who paid her first
visit to friends residing at Santa Barbara.
She also arrived in the evening. On the fol
lowing morning as she stood at her window,
she saw, framed in by trees, a bit of placid
blue surface glinting in 'the California sun
shine. She spoke to her hostess through the
open door into the adjoining bedchamber.
“Oh, Helen,” she asked, “what is that little 1
scrap of water I can see off here in the front
of the house?” M
“That’s the Pacific ocean,” said the
dent lady.
“Is it?” Her tone betokened disappoint
ment. “Well, I always thought it was mijfh
larger than that.”
To my way of thinking, though, number
three is the gem of the collection.
The thing happened four years ago, during
the holding of the Democratic national con
vention in San Francisco. In a lull in the
proceedings an eastern delegate, a rather
pompous and self-sufficient person, took 3.
stroll in the general direction of where he
assumed the shore line to be. He walked a
considerable distance without finding it.
A ragged youngster trudged past him.
“Say, mj f lad,” said the visitor, patroniz
ingly, ‘how far is it to the ocean?”
The youngster eyed him calmly: .
“Which ocean?” he asked. ’
(Copyright, 1924.)
An American youth making a walking
tour through Europe had mailed his first
letter home. With some ceremony grandma
assembled the family circle for a reading.
“I have been to Paris and am now on the
road to Rouen.”
Thus the missive began.
Grandpa, with a groan, interposed at thin
point. ■
“I told you so when he left,” said the old
gentleman.
but a discriminating person would have call
ed her exquisite, rare.
As she sat at the head of the long table,
her greenish brown eyes sweeping down Lha
line of guests on each side of her, she, felt
strangply alone. These people were Temple
ton's friends; they were here in search at
new thrills, they were excitement seekers.
Not one of them would have stood by her
husband if he had suddenly found himself
without money and fame and in need of real
friends.
As the evening wore away Glori* was not
only bored, but disgusted. She hated tba
obvious light lovemaking, the fact that,
every one was drinking too much. She
knew that Rolf’s friends thought her old
fashioned and a stick, and when shortly after
midnight one of the men caught her in his
arms and tried to kiss her, she tore herself
furiously out of his embrace and fled up
stairs to her rooms.
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