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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Whosoever heareth these things of mine
and doeth them, I will liken him unto a
wise man who built his house upon a
rock;' and the rain descended, and the
floods came, and the winds blew and beat
upon that house, and it fell not; for it
was founded upon a rock. And everyone
that heareth these sayings of mine and
doeth them not, shall be likened unto a
’oolish man who built his house upon the
sand; and the rain descended, and the
floods came, and the ivinds blew and beat \
upon that house; and it fell, and great
was the fall of if. —Matthew 7:24-27.
Wk y Davis Disturbs Them
THE candidacy of John W. Davis be
comes more and more disquieting to
keen Republican observers. They see .
that the Democratic nominee’s poise and
judgment appeal to the country’s business
Instinct, while his beradth of thought and
of sympathy runs true to its liberal ideals, j
Americans who are distrustful alike of the
reactionism of Coolidge and the radicalism
of La Follette will turn to the sound pro
gressiveness of Davis.
Touching the recent decision of a White
House conference that the Republican bid
should be to “business,” upon the ground
that the interests of all would be imperilled
by power in the hands of extremists, the Co
lumbia Record dryly remarks, “That is all
right, of course, but the voters are not nec
essarily going to turn from La Follette to
Coolidge. They have had a valuable object
lesson in the Coolidge machine in Washing
ton. They are not going to march that way.
. . . Mr. Davis is a business platform all by
himself. That is a disturbing factor to the
Republicans, who know that he is going to
emphasize that all over the land, and ask
the people whether they prefer a sane and
safe new deal, or a return to an administra
tion as hopelessly divided a sthis one is, with
a President pulling one way and Congress
pulling another.” Those who are concerned
that the country shall have leadership which
can lead and shall have a positive, not mere
ly a negative, business security, will do well
ot consider the candidate and the cause of
Democracy.
Moreover, with John W. Davis at the
helm, America would cease to stand still.
She would go forward in the domestic mat
ters of government, to the grief of privilege
seekers and to the terror of political corrup
tionists, but. to the advantage of the rank and
file. She would also escape from the dol
drums in the last three and a half
years her foreign policy has stuck. Citizens
who looks forward instead of backward and
who would have their nation constructive
rather than stationary, can but be drawn to
Democracy’s leader.
Stable Ireland
IHE Ireland which Eamonn De Valera
re-enters is a far more tranquil, more
prosperous, more hopeful country than
that from which he was immured nearly a
twelvemonth ago as a political prisoner of
the Free State. Civil strife has given place
to contented patriotism. Want and demoral
ization have found effectual remedy in
steady work. Despair that liberty and order
could dwell side by side has yielded to grow
ing evidences of their firm union. All this
has come to pass during Mr. De Valera's
confinement and despite his previous efforts
to prevent it.
That the Free State, aganst which he
waged his war of radicalism, has seen fit
to release him is notable proof of its feel
ing of stability, if there were likelihood of
his being able to stir up another formidable
Insurrection, the powers that be would hard-
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Ily give him leave. But a people enjoying
the goodly fruits of freedom will not easily
be misled into destroying one another. Un
der the Free State, South Ireland has not
only a full measure of home rule, but also
her own diplomatic representatives at foreign
capitals. At Washington she has an envoy
holding the rank of minister plenipotentiary,
who will deal directly with our state de-
I partment in matters affecting the internal in-
I terests of the Free State as distinguished
■ from those of the British Empire. This, as
citizens of Ireland well see, Is no mere shad
i ow of freedom, but is freedom Itself full
sinewed. Against such facts Mr. De Valera’s
fancies, should he seek again to mobilize
them, would probably tilt in vain.
Such, at least, is evidently the opinion
of the Free State authorities, who are as
true Irishmen as ever wore shamrock. ’lhe
gifted but erratic man whom they now set
free may take one of several courses. He
may withdraw permanently from the political
arena; he may become leader of the opposi
tion in the Free State parliament; or he may
plot to revive Sinn Fein and renew civil war.
It is to be hoped that he will not take the
last course, for “that way madness lies.”
Feeding Future Millions
THOUGH Earth is an oldish planet, r.s
human reckoning goes, with a popula
tion that mounts swiftly toward the
two billion mark, she st I has enough un
harrowed land to feed her multiplying chil
dren for ages to come. Japan is commonly
supposed to be overcrowded and to be facing
a lean-lardered future. Yet in the tropical
isles of the Orient there are undeveloped re
sources ample to supply the needs not only
of Nippon, but also of China and the Philip
pines and other countries of eastern Asia.
So, at least, holds the distinguished sci
entist, Dean E. D. Merrill, of the College of
Agriculture of the University of California.
Borneo, Sumatra, and New Guinea, he points
out, each is larger than Japan proper; yet
their aggregate population is less than nine
million, as against her seventy million. More
over, Java, though not a third the area of
Japan, supports a population half as numer
ous, so fertile is the island’s soil. Touching
the Malay archipelago, Dean Merrill says
that unless one has traveled in that region,
one’s notions as to its extent are likely to be
hazy. “If a map of the archipelago be drawn
to the same scale and placed over a map of
the United States, the northern end ot Su
matra would appear on the coast of northern
California, Oregon, or Washington, while a
large part of the great island of New Guinea
would extent into the Atlantic ocean. To
these vast undeveloped areas may be added
large regions in the Malay peninsula and the
Philippines. It would seem desirable to de
velop some of these regions as basic food pro
ducing areas, and this development may be
forced, in the not distant future, by changing
economic conditions.”
We of spacious America find it hard to
imagine the congestion in Old World coun
tries. Against Asia’s population of 53.5 per
square mile, our continent has only 15.8.
Against Japan’s 295.33, the United States
has only 35.50. The density of Europe’s
population is 122.9 to the square mile; for
Holland it is 544, and for Belgium 636. In
England, whose area is approximately that
of Georgia’s, there are 701 persons to the
square mile, whereas in our State there are
only 49. Moreover, hardly a third of Geor
gia’s agricultural lands are yet improved.
What an important part we should play in
helping the world’s pot to boil!
QUIZ
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get the answer to any question puzzling
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ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. How soon after birth does ,an infant
really see? B. F.
A. Richard M. Smith, M.D., Assistant in
Pediatrics, Harvard Medical School, says that
the baby does not see very much at birth,
although he seems to be able to distinguish
between light and darkness. Probably he
recognizes objects at the age of 6 or 8
weeks and can definitely focus bis attention
at the age of 3 months. At this time he rec
ognizes people.
Q. What people first tatooed themselves?
T. A. McC.
A. The South Sea Islanders were the first
i people to tatoo their bodies. There is a su
perstition among sailors and men of the sea
that animals tatooed on their bodies ward
off the evil spirits of the sea. A pig. for
instance, on the left instep, was supposed
to keep the wearer from drowning.
Q. Are there more murders in New York
City than any place in the country in propor
' tion to population? O. Y. G.
A. The murder rate in New York is almost
iSO per cent less than the average for the
rest of the country. The New York homi
cide average is 5.5 per 100,000 as against
12.7 in Chicago. 18.3 in Philadelphia, and
I 16.3 in Cincinnati.
Q. What are the principal Madonnas? A.
M. W.
A. Among the best known Madonnas are
the “Madonna of the Rocks,” by Leonardo
de Vinci; “The Madonna of the Rose Trel
lis.” by Luini; the Meyer Madonna, by Hol
bein; “The Madonna of the Goldfinch,” by
Raphael, and “The Madonna of the Stair
way,” by Michaelangelo. There are literally
hundreds of beautiful examples of interpre
tation of this subject. Another notable
canvas is the Cowper Madonna by Raphael.
Q. Tn what line of work are the most
women employed? A. W. K.
A. Stenographers and typists head the list
of women workers in the United States with
a total of 564,74 4.
Q. What is the exact meaning of “demi
tasse?” R. S.
A. Its exact meaning is “half glass.” but
the term is applied to a small cup for or of
black coffee.
Q. How much has been levied in fines for
violation of the Volstead Act? W. A. V.
A. Attorney General Daugherty announced
(February 15) that in four years 115,000
liquor cases had been handled by the United
States Courts, and that fines amounting to
$16,000,000 had been levied.
Q. Are there any games played by chil
dren today that were played in the time of
' the Romans? M. C.
A. The game of jacks, ball and jumping
rope were played by the children of the
Romans.
HIS BROTHER’S WIFE I
BY RUBY M. AYRES
CHAPTER XXXV
'.rime, the Healer
tttHEN David got back to the Red;
\/\/ Grange he found Miss Varney alone
’ ’ in the drawing room. She noticed
the quick way in which his eyes roamed
round the room as if in search of someone
else.
“Where’s Mary?” he asked abruptly.
“1 really don't know, dear; she was here
a moment ago.”
Mary had slipped away when she heard
the sound of the car in the drive; she did
not feel as if she could face David again
just then. Whenever she. thought of her
own impulsive words she felt as if her whole
body were blushing.
What must he have thought of her? What
moment of madness had made her say such
a thing?
She had loved Nigel—and David was Ni
gel's brother.
But, though as yet she did not realize it,
it was strange how lately Nigel had begun to
-fade into the background of memory. She
would have indignantly denied it had any
one told her that it was so, but the fact re- 1 ;
mained, nevertheless.
Perhaps she had never loved him as
deeply as it was in her nature to love; but
he had been her one and only romance, and
the tragedy of his death had lent a halo of
beauty to his whole life.
Married to him, she would always have
adored him, but in spite of herself her whole
feeling towards him had unconsciously
changed since his marriage.
Even to the broken-hearted, 'Time is a
wonderful healer, and there is no truer say
ing of all the many penned by the immortal
bard than that “Men have died and worms
have eaten them, but not for love.”
And Mary was still young. She was be
ginning already to lose the wan, careworn
look that had thinned her face when she first
came to Red Grange. The quiet, healthy
life, free from trouble, had done wonders
for her; she slept well and dreamlessly, and
woke full of energy, looking forward with
almost childish anticipation to the simple
events of the day.
Learning to drive David's car had given
her tremendous pleasure; it was something
so different from anything she had ever ex
perienced—something so exciting.
David was speaking of the car when, a
little later, she came itno the room.
“Dora only just caught her train. The en
gine was running badly; it would hardly
take Deacon’s Hill at all —” He swung round
sharply at the soft sound of the opening
door.
Mary did not look at him as she came for
ward. but she was painfully conscious of
her quick heart-beats and flushing cheeks.
She sat down beside Miss Y'arney, and
took up a book.
“Well, are you ready for another lesson
in the morning?” David asked her.
He was determined that somehow she
should be made to look at him, and speak to
him; he wanted to meet her eyes again,
but Mary did not raise them.
“I think it will be wet tomorrow,” she
said.
He laughed.
“W’hat difference can that make? There is
a hood to the car. And it was raining yes
terday when we went out.”
“Was it?” she felt strained and unnatural
with him; she wished he would go away or
sit down. He looked so tall and overpower
ing as he stood there, and she was so pain
fully conscious of his gaze bent upon her.
Suddenly:
“Miss Fisher wants you to go and stay
with her in town,” he said deliberately.
The words had the desired effect. Mary
raised her eyes at once.
“Oh, I couldn’t! I don’t want to be rude,
but I’d so much rather not.”
“You don’t like her?”
She flushed.
“Oh, it’s not that. I think she's simply
beautiful, but—oh. I'm such a bad one at
making new friends.”
“You made friends with us easily enough,
my dear,” said Miss Varney affectionately.
Mary could think of no reply. The book
had fallen from her knees; she stooped and
groped after it at the same moment in which
David bent to pick it up for her, and their
hands touched.
Mary drew hers away sharply, and there
was a little additional color in David's face
as he laid the book down on her lap.
The silence was unbroken save for the
click of Miss Varney’s knitting needles.
“I am going to show you over the old part
of the house after dinner,” David said sud
denly. “You said you would like to see it,
and there is a moon tonight.”
She looked up interestedly.
“What has that got to do with it?”
“Everything. The old wing looks only its
best by moonlight!”
“Oh!”
“And the ghost always walks by moon
light,” said Miss Varney.
Mary clasped her hands rather tightly ■
in the lap of her frock.
“Perhaps we shall see her, then,” she
said, with a forced lightness.
Miss Varney shook her head.
“In my oipnion she never existed, my
dear. I’ve never seen her, and I very much
doubt if anyone else has. Dear me—not
dinner already?”
The gong boomed through the house.
David rushed off to “tidy,”, as he laugh
ingly said. He had given up dressing for
dinner since Mary came, for Miss Varney had
been quite right when she said she was sure
the girl had not an evening frock, and some
thing in Mary’s manner, some little reserve
and pride, had kept her as yet from offering
any such presents.
“There is plenty of time,”- she told David i
gently, when he urged her to see that Mary
got all she wanted. “We don't want to
frighten her, David, and I think she would
resent any such overtures just at present.”
But, to David's masculine ignorance, no
woman had ever looked half so charming as
Mary when he watched her across the dinner
table.
The old room, with its» oak-paneled walls
and hanging armor, made a perfect back
ground for her slight figure and dainty
head; the light of the red-shaded
lamps lent the touch of color to her pale
cheeks that made her almost beautiful. He
did not realize how often his eyes turned to
her.
When Mary and Miss Varney rose from
the table, he joined them immediately.
“I'm not going to sit and smoke in state
tonight." he said, half shamefacedly, meeting
his aunt’s surprised gaze. “I. want to take
Mary over ihe house before the moonlight
has gone. Will you come, too, Aunt Flor
ence?”
“My dear boy! In all those draughty cor
ridors? You know I should be positively ill
tomorrow. No. you can do the honors your
self, you're more closely related to the fam
ily ghost than I am.”
She dismissed them laughingly.
Mary followed David upstairs. She did
not know if she were glad or sorry that Miss
Varney had refused to accompany them: she
looked at David, walking a little in front of
her. and then back down the long stairs be
hind them.
Should she go on” She wondered what it
was that made her hesitate, what • was that
momentarily stayed her steps.
“Don't you want to come with me’ I be-
GI.ANDS AND DEAFNESS
11. Addington Bmce
1 O the i -.11 effects of discorded function
ing of certain of the so-called en-
| X doerine glands must now be added, it
' would seem, the malady of progressive deaf
; ness.
Impressive testimony to this effect has re
cently been borne by a Boston physician, Dr.
Dana W. Drury. It is testimony based not
on any mere theoretical grounds, but on
clinical experience in the diagnosis and treat
ment of a number of deaf persons.
Marked improvement and even some cures
are reported by Dr. Drury as following the
administration of glandular extracts. Though,
to be sure, he is careful not to raise false
hopes by proclaiming gland therapy as a
panacea for the deaf.
On the contrary, writing in the Boston
Medical and Surgical Journal, he explicitly
states that mal-functioning of glands is only
one of various causes of progressive deaf
ness. The important thing is that he found
it the main cause in a surprisingly large pro
portion of cases studied by him.
The glands involved were the thyroid,
pituitary, and ovarian. In all cases where
some one of these was at fault, the trouble
was an under-functioning rather than an
over-functioning. Not always, though, was
'' it easy J>o determine which gland was re
' sponsible for the condition of which the pro
gressive deafness was an outstanding symp
tom.
Thus, Dr. Drury gives the case history of
a young woman of twenty-eight, who had
been deaf for fifteen years. From the age
of twenty-three her deafness, particularly in
the right ear, had been steadily growing
worse. In addition to deafness she suffered
from headache, vertigo, and a constant tin
nitus, or ringing in the ears.
A diagnosis of glandular deafness being
macle it was at first thought, from various
indications, that the trouble was in her pitui
tary gland. Kept on a pituitary treatment
for six months she improved not at all. Then
she was given overian extract, and within
three months the headaches, the tinnitus,
and the vertigo had ceased troubling her,
while her hearing had been astonishingly
changed for better.
How is the physician to determine wheth
er a given case of deafness in endocrine in
its origin or not?
Dr. Drury’s report does not answer this
question as fully or as directly as might be
desired. But he remarks that in the endo
crine cases seen by him the deafness was
frequently accompanied by a failing memory.
And he goes-on:
“The patients seemed dull, and concen
tration was an effort. The disposition in sev
eral was quite irritable, and there was a
definite restlessness. They were nervous and
introspective.
“Several of these cases stated that their
deafness was more pronounced after a seri
ous illness, such as typhoid and influenza.
This is probably a toxemia, but it is also
noted that the crisis of life, as well as wor
ry and shock, take their toll as causative
factors.”
They take their toll, that is to say, by
reacting unfavorably on the working of the
endocrines, and thus giving rise to symptoms
that may include progressive deafness.
Such deafness, it may well be added, has
long been a baffling problem for medical
science. So that, if confirmed by future in
vestigators who will doubtless act promptly
on the hint Dr. Drury gives, his findings will
mark a forward step of the first importance.
(Copyright, 1924.)
What You Owe Your Children
By Dr. Frank Crane
- LL you owe your children is to equip
y\ them properly for life. You owe them
*- X that they be born with sound, undiseased
bodies; that they be trained in habits that
keep one healthy. You owe them such an
education as shall put at their service the
accumulated knowledge of the world. lon
owe them a thorough grounding in moral
principles. You owe them your loyal love
and friendship. That is all.
You do not. owe them any money. You are
under no obligation to lap up a fortune for
them. It is much better to use your money
yourself than to burden them with it.
All our desire to endow our children springs
from the superstition, deeply rooted in the
world, that to be released from the necessity
of labor is a source of happiness. The con
trary is true.
The greatest, surest condition for happiness
is to be so situated that we have to conquer
difficulties and make our own way in the
world. There is no contentment to be com
pared with that which arises from securing
the desired goods of life by our own efforts.
The purest human joy is responsibility intellL
gently assumed.
To deprive our offspring of this privilege
is to do him the greatest wrong. To leave
him enough money so that he does not have
to work is to do him the deepest injustice.
No one except a defective person, who can
not work, should be placed above want.
j The laboring classes have attacked the
I capitalist classes on the ground that the la
borer is wronged, treated unjustly in the dis
tribution of property. But it is the endowed
class that is wronged. They are robbed, by
our economic system, of the first necessity of
healthy personality, to wit, gaining wages
by effort.
Edmond Demolins defines happiness as “the
state of satisfaction engendered by success in
surmounting the material and moral diffi
culties of life.”
And this is but a restatement of Hol}' Writ:
“To him that overcometh will I give power;
and I will give him the morning star.”
Giving an inheritance of money to one's
child is a lazy way of avoiding the hard
j work of giving him character and real life
equipment.
The trouble with us is that our idea of
happiness is false, cheap, and nasty. We
think happiness means idleness, exclusiveness,
privilege over our fellows, luxury, indulgence
and being waited upon.
It is an idea inherited from centuries of
rotten moi; rchic and aristocratic delusion.
Accumulated riches is the salvation of the
state, it is the ruin of the individual. The
collective works of man need capital. All the
individual man needs is opportunity and
justice.
Every baby has a right to a fair start with
every other baby. Every youth has a right
to thorough education. No baby, no youth
, has a right to be weighted down with en
dowed money.
The old farmer had dropped a two-shilling
piece in the kirk plate instead of a penny,
and. noticing his mistake, tackled the elder
at the end of the service.
“It would be sacrilege, Sandy, tae lust it
oot noo.” he said.
“Well. I’ll gie ye credit for it in heav
en,” replied the farmer.
“Na, na: ye’ll only get credit for a penny,
for that was a’ ye intendit tae pit in.”
lieve you are afraid.”
He spoke jokingly, but there was a curi
ous note in his voice.
Mary laughed.
“Os course I am not. afraid.” She ran up
the few stairs dividing them and joined him.
Tuesday—“ The Ghost.” Renew your sub
si ription now to avoid missing a chapter of
this splendid story.
MOVIE MAD
BY HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
What has gone before.—Gloria King,
who comes to Hollywood with the idea
of making good in the movies, later *
comes to believe that only beauty and
pull are necessary to success. When
she gets a chance to marry Rolf Tem
pleton, the great screen star, she takes
it, although she despises him as insin
cere. He makes her his leading woman,
and when the picture, “Stranger Souls”
is released, it is discovered that Gloria
has stolen the picture away from the
star. Rolf is bitterly humiliated and
avoids meeting her. One night, there
comes a furious rapping on her bedroom
door.——Now go on with the story.
CHAPTER XIX
The Intruder
GLORIA and Rolf Stood facing each other
r across the threshold. For a moment
neither spoke, and then Rolf said with
a sneer, “Aren’t you going to ask me in?”
Gloria did not move aside for him to pass
her, and with a harsh laugh he pushed by
her, came in and closed the door.
For a moment Gloria was frightened. She
was not prepared for his intrusion, and there
was about him a recklessness that made her
think him hardly conscious of what he was
doing.
Deliberately he selected his armchair, lighted
a cigarette with fingers that were not quite
steady and looked at her through narrowed
eyes. There was insolence in that long
look, and Gloria felt a little shiver creep
over her. Why was he here? Why did he
look at her like that? She felt suddenly
helpless, unable to cope with the situation,
and because her knees were shaking under
her she went to a chair and sat down.
“I want you to get dressed and come
downstairs,” he said after a minute. “Some
of my friends are there; we’re going to have
a little party, sort of a celebration for your
success. Hustle into some things, and I'll
smoke and meditate while I’m waiting.” He
spoke with a sneer and ended his words
with a harsh laugh. His eyes as they met
her glittered strangely.
’ Gloria studied her for a moment out of
wide greenish brown eyes, and then her lips
curled scornfully.
“You’ll have to excuse me, I’m afraid, be
cause I'm not going downstairs tonight. You
might tell your friends that I've gone to bed,
or that I’m ill, anything you like; it doesn’t
matter. Perhaps you think you have some
authority over me, that I don’t dare defy
you, but that time has passed. 1 don’t in
tend to be humiliated by you any longer. I
can’t allow you to treat me without consid
eration.”
“Ah!” he snarled. “Getting rather inde
pendent, aren't you? Success has gone ,to
your head. Well, now, listen to me. Your
career is your own affair. I promised you
that. But remember this one thing. ‘You’re
my wife, first, last, and all the while, and
you’ll do as I say. Now get into your
things. I don't want my guests kept wait
ing.”
“I refuse.”
“Do you want me to carry you down as
you are?”
“I don’t think I’d advise you to do that.”
But even as she spoke, Gloria shrank. There
was something about him tonight that made
her feel that he would do anything, and
when he rose to his feet and came toward
her she had a sensation as of a cold hand
closing around her heart.
Stooping, he lifted her in his arms. He
held her as tightly as if she had been a
child, and for the first time she struggled.
She could feel the loud beating of his heart
against her cheek, and the more she strug
gled the tighter he held her. He carried her
into the-hall, but at the head of the stairs
he paused.
“DI give you one more chance,” he said,
looking down at her. “Ask my pardon and
tell me you’re sorry for defying me, and I’ll
let you go. You can't pull any of this con
founded pride with me, you know, so be a
good girl and let me see how nicely you
can plead.”
In the dim light of the hall, Gloria's dark
eyes looked straight up into his, and in that
moment he knew that she would not stoop
to plead with him. It stirred him to fury
to think that he could not dominate her
mentally, and swift anger blotted out every
other feeling. He would show her who was
master, he would teach her a lesson she
would never forget. And so, holding her
tightly against his breast, he carried her
downstairs and into the brightly-lighted liv
ing room.
CHAPTER NX «
An Embarrassing Situation
IT seemed to Gloria that she saw every
thing through a blur. She was miserably
conscious of her undignified entrance, and
in her confusion it seemed as if the room
were full of people. Faces peered at her
from all sides —faces that looked amused,
surprised. Gloria wanted to strike out at
them with her fists.
“Well, here she is!” Rolf called out, mock
ingly. “There wasn't much time, so I de
cided to bring her down just as 1 found her.''
He held her for a moment, while the
others looked on laughingly, and then he set
her down in their midst. Slender as a reed
in her blue dressing gown, her soft hair
massed about her face, her bare feet thrust
into blue satin mules, Gloria stood there,
and then suddenly she threw back her head
and laughed.
“You’ll forgive, I know,” she said, sweet
ly. “It wasn’t my fault, I assure you. Given
time, I should have dressed and come down
to greet you properly, but you all know
Rolf.” And, with a little shrug and a ges
ture that was inimitable, she wrinkleu up
her face and smiled around the group.
Immediately there was much laughter and
talk. Someone brought a wrap from the
hall and threw it around Gloria’s shoulders.
But with a little shake of her head, she
demurred.
“I really must run away. 1 know you’ll
excuse me. Rolf is quite capable of doing
the honors.” And. with a little bow, she
left the room, holding her draperies around
her, and without casting a look in her
husband's direction.
But once upstairs, she locked her <’ ior
and sank shivering on the bed. Waves of
fury swept over her, and there was sudden
ly - born in her the knowledge that this must
never happen again. She would leave him.
She would not remain another night under
his roof. No matter how much gossip re
sulted from it, no matter if her name were
connected with and her reputation
ruined, nothing mattered but the fact that
she must be free. Free! Why, the word
had a magical sound. And yet she wonder
ed duly if she would ever be free of Rolf
Templeton. She wasn't the same girl she
had been before her marriage. She had
changed; she was harder, more cynical. He
bad hurt her: he had succeeded in super
imposing his life upon -hers in such away
that she would never be free of the memory
of him.
From downstairs there came the sounds
of revelry, dancing feet, shrieks of laughter
and general pandemonium. This would prob
ably continue for the greater part of the |
night, and in the meantime she must get
some sleep so as to feel physically well foi
her work the next day. Sure that both doors
leading into the hall were locked, Gloria:
went to bed. and in a short time had drifted
off to sleep. She was roused some time
THE COUNTRY HOME
BY MRS. W. 11. FELTON
I HAVE lived a long time and watched,
the ways and tricks of politicians, and
have often wondered how they could
rage and rampage before, and how gentle
they can be after it was all over.
1 have been occupying a sick bed, mor*
or less, for more than five long weeks, listen
ing to the clock-strokes in a good many
weary, almost sleepless, nights. To keep
from thinking about my own condition I
was in duty bound to think of outside things.
I could read the. headlines in the papers,
morning and afternoon, and in this way kept
pace with current events, and had some
thing to think about.
And now It is all over, and the fuss and
fury has subsided, I can understand that pol
itics may adventure under various names,
but it is always prepared to “kiss and
make up” when the sine die has been pro
nounced.
I was a little girl, in 184 4, when the Polk
and Clay campaign was fought out. There
were only weekly newspapers, and each party
read its own newspaper and cussed —no,
criticized the otiher side by word of mouth.”
My folks were rampant Whigs and honestly
belived that “Harry of the West” was the
biggest man who ever lived in the United
States, Washington not excepted. Mr. Clay
made a short visit to Augusta and was ex
pected to appear in Madison, Ga., but
couldn’t get there.
The Democrats had much to say about
Clay, as a political trader, also a gambler
and horse racer. According to the popula
tion in Georgia I doubt if there was ever
such a red-hot campaign waged here, bejtfcpi
or since. It got into churches, into faminff,
and “played the mischief” for awhile, but
the waves ceased to roll so high and finally
we were going along in placid waters.
The Mexican war came along, and the vol
unteers were both Whigs and Democrats, but
it was not a popular war and the Democrats
made some mistakes, and Zachary Taylor,
who was no politician, but claimed by the
Whigs, went to the White House “in a
jiffy.”, But he was the last of the Whigs,
and Millard Fillmore, vice president, an ele
gant gentleman and a clean man, could not
be re-elected. My father, a disgruntled
Whig, said the Democrats had always to dig
up some candidate without a record— so
Franklin Pierce made the trip.
I watched the campaign of 1855-56 with
exceeding interest. The Know Nothings
were in plann view and at the start seemed
to occupy the middle of the road, but they
went to defeat, carrying the last of the old.
Whigs down with them. I have in my pos
session a little pamphlet issueci by the Know
Nothings ip Georgia, a call signed by many
scores of the most prominent men in Geor
gia, to hold “America for the Americans.”
But some screw worked loose, or some cog
slipped out, and the effort got tangled with
“Union vs. Secession,” until James Buchanan
was the successful choice of the Democrats
in 1856. He was said to be a northern man
with southern principles. Then the country
divided north and south, and the campaign
of 18 60 was the most fateful one in oui- his
tory.
The Democrats met in Charleston, S. C.,
and, as I recollect, the only presidential con
vention ever held in the south up to that
time.
Hon. Ben Butler, of Massachusetts, was a
leading figure, and the south was there with,
its old war horses. Calhoun had died, but
a spirit of nullification was much alive. Day
after day the leaders wrangled and finally
adjourned without a nomination.
As I remember, the south was growing
in a hostile state of mind, and some of thn
leaders, like W. L. Yancey, “quit for good.”
An adjourned convention in Baltimore
came and resulted in the nomination of
Stephen A. Douglas and Herschel V. John
son, of Georgia, indorsing “border sover
eignty.”
In the meantime a Bell and Everett ticket
was put forth, and the Secessionists nomi
nated Breckinridge and Lane, of Oregon.
Douglas came to Georgia and delivered an
address at Kingston, Ga. My Husband, Dr.
Felton, attended the speaking. (Women were
not expected to go to political speakings, and
I havY always regretted I did not venture to
go.) Mrs. Stephen A. Douglas made the
tour with her candidate husband, and the
listeners were quite pleased at her beauty
and political condescension. She was repre
sented to me as handsome and elegantly
dressed at that time.
Why Kingston was selected I do not re
member, when Rome and Cartersville were
larger towns with decidedly more people
with political ambition.
Hon. A. H. Stephens was committed to the
Douglas ticket, as he and ex-Governor John
son were close friends and in a manner,
neighbors.
The November election day came all too
quickly. With three Democratic tickets in
the field and one Republican ticket it was
as “easy as falling off a. log.” Mr. Lincoln'®
election was a foregone conclusion.
To the disappointment of defeat the south
ern Democrats added the determination to
secede. It flew over the southern states like
fire in dead grass. We discredited our un
preparedness.- The army of the Federal
Union remained on the north side. Promi
nent army officers, like General Lee, finally
resigned, and the inevitable happened
bloodshed!! Fratricidal strife!!
After the armies organized there was no
time and no place to reconsider or com
promise. The most pronounced effort for,
such purpose came at the Hampton Roads'
conference, and so Jong as I live I will he
(and remain) impressed that Mr. Lincoln
was anxious to stop hostilities long enough
for a thorough understanding as to the fact
that the south had its defeat at Gettysburg
and all that happened later was a sacrifice
of human life and a bitter tragedy of un
restrained fiassion and political hate.
In conclusion, I was called over the phone
by one of the finest men in Georgia, who
said there was one unanswered prayer in
Madison Square Garden. I ask-ed what it
was. He replied: “The Republicans were
continually praying that McAdoo would be
nominated!”
It's hard to please all the folks, all the
time, isn’t it?
later by the rattling of the door-knob ard
a low voice speaking her name.
“Gloria, I must speak to you. Open sh»
door and let me in.”
She sprang out of bed, and. throwing on
her dressing gown, snapped on the light. The
hands of her little white ivory clock pointed
to half-past 4.
“What do you want?” Even to her own
ears her voice, ringing out, sounded incred
ibly hard and cold.
“Open the door; I must speak to you.**
“You can't come in here now; tomorrow
will have to do.”
“Gloria, I tell you I must speak to you—-
I must!” And, as he spoke, it suddenly oc
curred to Gloria that, after all, she might as
well have it out with him tonight. She was
not in the least afraid. She felt as remote
from him as though she had never married
him at all. And so, with fingers that were
quite steady, she turned the key in the lock,
threw the door wide, and, still in that Tn-,
credibly icy voice, said, evenly, “Come in.”
Tuesday—“l Love You” and “Good-by.”
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