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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Woe to him that increaseth that which
is not his. Woe to him that coveteth an
evil coveteousness to his house, that he
may set his nest on high. Thou hast con
sulted shame to thy house by cutting off
many people, and hast sinned against thy
soul. Woe to him that buildeth a town
with blood and stablisheth a city by i in
iquity.—Habakkuk 2:26-12.
Davis Draws the Issues, and
Drives Home the T ruth
THE same vigor and straightforwardness,
the same trenchancy and human
heartedness that marked John W.
Davis’ memorable speech in the West Vir
ginia hills, ring through his second campaign
address from Seagirt, New Jersey. It was |
at Seagirt, on a midsummer's day twelve
yaars ago, that Woodrow Wilson received
word of his choice as Democracy’s leadqr for
a march that was to make heroic history.
Recalling the great era which ensued, Mr.
Davis touched briefly upon Its achievements
—the scourging out of the lobbyists and cor
ruptionists then infesting the capitol, the en
actment of a tariff law* fair alike to industry
and to the millions of consumers, the curb
ing of monopoly, the vouchsafing of labor’s
rights, the setting up of a banking and cur
rency system which served business as a
tower of strength when the tempest of a
World war broke; the guidance of America
through the fires of that conflict when jus
tice and conscience at length forced her in;
the decisive blows against Prussianism, the
foundations laid for lasting peace and good
will. Os the noble leader who fell at last,
Mr. Davis said: “Envy and hate and malice
can touch him now* no more forever, but the
thoughts to which he gave utterance and the
ideals he proclaimed w*ill live long after
those who opposed them have passed and
been forgotten.’’
Against the background of those shining
and fruitful years stands another and a
darkly different record. Its reactionism is
not to be denied, its corruption not to be
concealed, its responsibility not to be escaped
—not while political truth and justice have
John W. Davis for advocate. Vast reserves
of oil, belonging to the government and
needed for the navy in case of a crisis, w*ere
bartered aw*ay to private interests by a bribe
taking secretary of the interior. Hundreds
of millions of dollars of treasury funds,
draw*n from the pockets of taxpayers
and set apart for the relief of our
disabled World war soldiers, were squan
dered and stolen by incompetents and
thieves in the veterans’ bureau. The great
office of attorney general was placed in an
entangling alliance with crooks and bootleg
gers and bribe-seekers. These base wrongs
and the rest of the shameful disclosures are
too well known to need recounting; but pon
der this important fact which Mr. Davis
drives home: “Those at whose door these
charge? were laid were not mere underlings.
They were responsible officers of a great po
litical party, put by it in places of high
power. They were but one removed from
the head of that party himself. What they
did or failed to do can not justly be omitted,
when the record of that party is reviewed.’’
If the Republican regime can not evade
this condemning record, neither can it lay
just <aim to credit for any progress that
may Have been made toward a settlement of
European difficulties. Far from co-operat
ing in that high task, the present adminis
tration has held coldly aloof. Individual cit
izens of the United States have done notable
service and public sentiment also has been
generously and helpfully concerned. But of
ficial Washington has been at pains to keep
Its back turned upon those international
THE ATLANTA TRI-WEEKLY JOURNAL
agencies and efforts which were inaugu-|
rated three years ago in the interest of w*orld 1
peace. Mr. Davis draw’s the issue precisely
when he says:
“As an American I am gratified by the fact ,
that American citizens have had their share
in the latest effort to solve the economic
difficulties of Europe. Every man of good
will must hope that the Dawes report points
the way to better days not only for our
neighbors across the seas but for ourselves
at home. But I do not understand upon
w’hat theory It can be claimed as a triumph
for an administration which expressly and
publicly disclaimed in advance all responsi
bility, direct or indirect, for the action of
those concerned; nor can I fail to remember
the long and dreary years since the w*ar dur
ing which the appeal of Europe for nothing
more than our counsel fell upon deaf ears.
Wbat might we not have done had w*e but
dared to do! If even the request made by
President Wilson to congress in 1919 for the
appointment of an official representative of
America on the reparation commission had
been complied with, the last five years would
have presented a different picture and the
world w*ould have been so much nearer to
its goal.”
The Seagirt speech of the Democratic
leader is a light to those W’ho would know
the truth; but to those w’ho have betrayed
the country’s trust, it falls like a searching
thunderbolt. It is so simple that the low
liest of toilers can understand It; so relent
less in its logic and Its facts that the high
est of involved officials well may tremble.
Touching the right of religious freedom,
w’hich is guaranteed by the constitution and
w*hich has been unfailingly asserted by the
Democratic party from the days of Jefferson
on, Mr. Davis declared it to be “the solemn
duty of every believer in American institu
tions to oppose any challenge, organized or
unorganized, of this sacred doctrine, under
whatever name or in whatever character it
might appear.” Bigotry, intolerance and
persecution are as alien to American ideals
as is tyranny of any type. This is incon
testably true. Quite properly, therefore, does
Mr. Davis express the hope that “the nomi
nee of the Republican party will see fit by
some explicit declaration to join in entirely
removing this topic from the field of political
debate.”
Evading no issue, fearing no consequence,
leaving no wrong unchallenged, the speech
is a trumpet call to Americans of all parties
who stand for honest and for liberal govern
ment, for justice and freedom and truth.
Markets for Georgia Tobacco
THE tremendous impulse given to tobac
co growing by the enterprising farm
ers of south Georgia this year will
undoubtedly result ina yield of double the
size in 1925 and a like increase in 1926.
It is a crop that dovetails well with both
cotton and corn and possesses the advantage
of coming into market earlier than either
and at a time when money is most needed
on the farm. When the state is covered by
the new industry, if the experience of sister
states may be relied on, Georgia will necessa
rily develop at least two great centers for
selling, handling and storing her tobacco
crop. Not always will it be advisable to
sell the tobacco crop on the day of its ar
rival in the market, and the time will soon
arrive when what seems now ample in the
way of facilities of handling will become
glaringly inadequate. Lexington, Kentucky,
has apparently more than a million dollars
invested in her tobacco warehouses and
sales rooms, and the tobacco auctions are
notable events. The Georgia cities that win
in the inevitable competition for the to
bacco crop will secure a prize of great
value. Chambers of Commerce should begin
to figure on this matter at once. • It is
going to be the early bird that catches the
tobacco worm. Moreover, if co-operative
marketing has profited the cotton grow
er, it will certainly do as much for the to
bacco grower.
QUIZ
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Q. Why did Turkish women of the “an
cient regime” cover their hair? A. H. D.
A. Mohammed commanded them to do so,
lest their hair be a temptation to men.
Q. How* can snakes be charmed by music,
since they have no ears? D. O. C.
A. Snakes have no external ears, but a
complicated internal apparatus exists so that
snakes hear well and are affected by musicpl
sounds. Certain feats of the snake charmer
depend upon knowledge of the nature and
peculiarities of the reptile. Many species
like music: to the sound of the flute they
will rise and sway the upper part of the body,
which rests upon the spiral formed by the
lower half. The asp has no external ear.
and is deaf to whistling or the sound of the
pipe, but its glance can be attracted to a
moving object and it will follow the rhyth
mical movement. The Oriental snake charm
er is reputed to have the power of removing
serpents from the vicinity of houses by lur
ing them out of their holes by magic words
and music.
Q. How many people have visited Mount
Vernon within the past two years? N. E. G.
A. The Mount Vernon Ladies’ association
, say* that 497.232 persons have visited Mount
Vernon in the past two years.
Q What is the proper name of the rain
crow? H. B. C.
J A. The native Brazilian name of the “rain
crow” is the ani. The anis inhabit the
warmer parts of America and are related to
the cuckoo. They are of medium size, about
one foot in length, and have a black, lus
trous plumage, with blue and violet reflec
tions The tail contains only eight feathers,
the smallest number credited to 4;;/ living
ibirds.
MOVIE MAD
BY HAZEL IJEYO BACHELOR
What Has Gone Before—Gloria King
comes to Hollywood with the idea of mak
ing good in the movies. She becomes
hardened by the life, and is foolish enough
to marry Rolf Templeton, the great screen
star, a man she despises, but who can
further her career. She discovers later
that her ideas are wrong, for she makes
good through talent alone. She becomes
spoiled, however, and forgets her ideas
• in an effort to have a good time and
avoid boredom. She and Templeton are
not living together, and Gloria decides
that the one thing to bring her peace of
mind is to regain her freedom.—Now go
on with the story.
(’HAri’ER XXXVII
A Call in the Night \
IT SEEMED to Gloria that, she had been
asleep for hours. She had had a tiring
day, more tiring than usual, for she had re
ported at the studio shortly after 6, so that
Manning could take some early morning shots.
After that she had spent two hours with her
lawyer, going over the technicalities of her
divorce, and iu the afternoon there had been
more work.
Struggling up from a sleep so heavy that it
seemed drugged, she became conscious of the
fact that the telephone was ringing. For a
moment she lay still. Her tired body refused
to bestir itself; it seemed as if she ached in
every bone, and the thought of walking into
the next room seemed a physical impossibility.
“It will stop in a moment,” she thought,
drowsily. But it did not stop. It went on
ringing imperatively, until, with a sharp ex
clamation, Gloria threw back the bedclothes
and stumbled into her sitting room.
"Tomorrow I’ll have the telephone, changed,”
ran her thoughts. “It was stupid of me to
have it put in here so that Alice could answer
it.”
Then she was . taking the receiver off the
hook, and her voice, thick with sleep, vvis
saying “Hello!”
“Mrs. Templeton?” A woman was speaking—
a woman with -a crisp, businesslike enuncia
tion. Still half-awake, Gloria wondered at the
use of her marriage name. No one ever called
her Mrs. Templeton. She was known everj*-
where as Miss King, and to be labeled with
Rolf’s name suddenly struck her as incon
gruous. '
“This is Gloria King,” she answered, shortly.
"Who is talking?”
“I am Miss Mitchell, speaking from Mr.
Templeton’s.”
“Well?” Gloria’s tone was not encouraging:
in fact, it was decidedly sharp. Surely it was
not in the order of things that some strange
woman should call her up in the middle of the
night from Rolf’§ place. It must be a joke,
and Gloria was not in the mood for jokes at
that moment.
“Mr. Templeton is very ill. I am one of
the nurses.” Into the strange voice had crept
a sharpness equal to Gloria’s own. She was,
apparently, not at all in awe of Miss King,
the newest Hollywood luminary. She was an
emissary of life and death, to whom Gloria’s
popularity meant nothing.
Yes.’ Gloria’s tone was still* uncompro
mising. “I am sorry to hear that Mr. Tem
pleton is ill. I hadn’t heard. What is the
matter?”
In Gloria’s sitting room at the bungalow
she and Vivyan sat and sewed through the
long afternoons when they were not working
at the studios. Yards of gay materials
billowed around them, bright-striped ging
hams, pastel-hued organdies, fine white
lawns and dainty lace.
“I haven’t had so much fun in ages,” Viv
yan said once, .looking up from her work.
"Think of having fun over a thing like
this, making children's dresses, and running
a machine.”
"We think it may be pneumonia.” The
nurse s tone held a tone of grave porten
tousness. "It began with a cold, but his
fever has been steadily mounting. I am
on duty tonight, and I called up the doctor
a short while ago. He is here now, and
would like to talk with you, if you will come
over.”
Gloria hesitated. Perhaps she ought to
go, and yet what possible good would it do?
Rolf had every possible attention; it wasn’t
as though she could do anything for him.
And then, besides, there was the chance
that she might jeopardize her freedom. How
would it look if it became known that she
was playing the devoted wife? Oh! no; it
simply wouldn’t do. She couldn’t let herself
be drawn back into the net of circumstances
now. It wasn’t fair to expect such a thing
of her—it wasn’t fair!
“I’m afraid It would be impossible for me
to come over now.” Gloria’s voice was even,
the last trace of sleepiness gone from it.
“Perhaps the doctor would like to speak to
me over the telephone. Will you tell him,
please? I’ll wait.”
Something resembling a gasp came from
the other end, and then silence. Gloria pre
sumed that the nurse had gone to call the
doctor, and she waited, with the wire sing
ing in her ear, for what seemed an uncon
scionably long time. Where on earth was
the doctor—why didn’t he come? At last
there came the sound of some one taking
up the receiver at the other end. and then a
man’s voice speaking. His greeting was the
same as the nurse’s had been.
j “Mrs. Templeton?”
CHAPTER XXX\ 111
The Doctor’s Verdict
7'ES,” Gloria's voice was still even,
I \ but this time she did not correct
the speaker by saying. “This is
1 Gloria King.” she let the "Mrs. Templeton”
go.
"This is Dr. Irwin speaking.”
“Yes, Dr. Irwin. Your nurse said you
wished to speak to me.”
“She told you, of course, that Mr. Tem
' pieton is very ill, threatened with pneu
' inonia.”
"Yes, she did.”
“And she asked you to come over?”
i “Yes, Dr. Irwin, and I told her it was
impossible for me to come over tonight. I
hardly see what good I could do. 1 am
sure Mr. Templeton has the best of care.”
“You are his wife,” the doctor answered
quickly. "Your place is here beside him.”
Gloria drew a long breath. She was sud
denly furious at this man's determination,
his attempt to criticize her.
“I don’t think you understand, Dr. Ir
win,” she said icily. “Mr. Templeton and I
are not living together. Under the circum
stances it would be impossible for me to
come to him.”*
“You mean you won’t?”
"If you put it that way. Os course, if
there is anything I can do—” she amended
hastily, but there came the click of the re
ceiver hung on the hook. She -vas cut off.
The color ' was hot in her face as she
snapped on the lights in the sitting roo.m.
How dared he ring off like that? How dared
he be so rude? She was justified in refus
ing to go out at thia time of night. Why,
it was after 2 o'clock. And, of course, the
doctor exaggerated the symptoms. Doctors
always did. Rolf had a cold, and they leap
ed to the conclusion that he would develop
pneumonia. No doubt, he would be very
much better in the morning.
After a time. Gloria went hack to bed.
For a long time she lay there wide-eyed.
I imabls to sleep, and when she finally did
HARDWICK AND HARRIS
The Telegraph has regarded this as being
somewhat of a political off-year. We have
not seen the necessity of entering into much
of a discussion, for instance, as to the sena
torial race. Our impression has already
been borne out in the governor’s race, Mr.
Walker's opponent having withdrawn on the
basis that the people are not interested this
year in making changes.
Mr. Hardwick has been traveling over cer
tain parts of the state, making speeches. Mr.
Hardwick likes to make speeches; he would
conduct a political race whether he thought
the people wanted a change or not——for the
entertainment involved.
In this entertaining, incidentally, Mr.
Hardwick has brought to bear the statement
that. Senator Harris has not achieved during
his stay at Washington. It was natural, of
course, for Mr. Hardwick to say this. No
one would expect him to be Mr. Harris’ press
agent or campaigner. Mr. Hardwick is cam
paigning for Mr. Hardwick, whether simply
for the fun of the thing or not.
It might be in order, however, to make
some examination of Mr. Hardwick’s state
ment and charge, if it can be so dignified.
It is our information that Mr. Harris, dur
ing his stay at Washington, has, among oth
er things, obtained the first appropriation for
the government’s testing poison gas in kill
ing the boll weevil, which work is being con
ducted at the Georgia Experiment Station
at Griffin by the government, and he secured
the additional appropriation of $90,000 for
all kinds of boll weevil poison work. Also
other experiments by the State Agricultural
College at Athens are being made through
appropriations secured by Senator Harris. He
obtaiued a $125,000 appropriation to help
locate markets for farm products, the mar
kets news service being created. He secured
the appropriation that made possible the
peach experiment station at Fort Valley and
the pecan experiment station in Lee county,
the only two of their kind in the United
States.
He had amended the bill in the senate I
making possible that Augusta secure one of
five big hospitals for the soldiers. He was
author of the bill amending the federal j
warehouse system so that pecan, peanut and
syrup growers could get advantage of same. !
He secured appropriations of SB,OOO for ex
periments in raising tobacco at the Coastal
Plains Experimental Station at Tifton and
an appropriation of $5,000 this year for the
government experts to make experiments !
wKh packing and canning of peaches.
He was the only senator who appeared be
fore the Interstate Commerce Commission in
the request for a reduction of ten per cent
on railroad rates for watermelons and canta
loupes, and on Senator Harris’ request this
was taken up with the railroads and granted.
Under Senator Harris’ resolution, the investi
gation was started and completed showing
that Georgia peanut-raised hogs are not in
ferior meat, although tending to be soft and
oily, and this proved an effective move
against the discrimination in price as to the
Georgia hogs.
Under the $125,000 appropriation, men
have been stationed at Macon and Thomas
ville to help fruit and watermelon growers
in Georgia find markets for their produce.
Senator Harris was author of the amend
ment requiring the president to name three
Democrats on the debt-funding commission,
and Congressman Crisp, of Georgia, was
placed on this board. He put through the
senate the reduction in parcel post rates on
farm products, which is now on the bouse
calendar, recommended favorably by the
committee to which it was referred.
Incidentally, it would be somewhat ridicu
lous to elect at this hour a man who held a
commission under Attorney General Daugh
erty, recently expelled from office, and also
in view of the fact that the Democratic party
is now united in a campaign centering about
issues that peculiarly involve Mr. Daugherty,
although Mr. Hardwick himself has of course
done no wrong in the premises, nor has he
been accused of such.
Again—after having served fourteen years
in congress, Mr. Hardwick fails to refer to
any large service he rendered in the house
and senate. Perhaps he will mention his
effort to prevent the farmers from securing
cheaper fertilizer —his opposition to the gov
ernment developing Muscle Shoals for such
fertilizer manufacture.
Neither one of the records of the two men
should be obscured. Both should be made
plain to the people of Georgia.
Senator Harris has certainly shown him
self interested in helping the farmers. He
has been especially noted for such activity.
Simply to oppose the farm bloc is indeed
not a sufficient ground to condemn the good
work that a senator has done in behalf of
the agricultural interests. Incidentally, both
Georgia senators, Harris and Watson, were
members of the farm bloc.
It might be mentioned that the people of
Georgia are not particularly interested in
Mr. Hardwick failing to secure another ap
pointment under the Republican administra
tion.
If Mr. Harris is returned by the people of
Georgia to his post he will in all probability
be made chairman of the powerful appro
priations committee, which carries xxith Ji
greater influence than any other position in
congress. Georgia has never had this chair
manship.—Macon Telegraph.
doze off, it was to dream unpleasantly and
to wake the next day with a dull, insistent
headache and a feeling of impending dis
01*
Just before she left for the studio, she
went to the telephone and callled Temple
ton's number. A wait of a moment, a.id
then the discreet voice of the Japanese but
ler at the other end.
“How is Mr. Templeton this morning,
she asked briskly. This time she would
get the truth, and so sure was she that Kito
would report Rolf better, that a little smile
curved her lips.
"He velly sick man. velly sick man,” the
butler returned breathlessly. "Who is this,
please?”
But Gloria had not waited for more than
Kito’s first sentence. She had rung off.
As she drove to the studio she was con
scious of a strange feeling of unreality.
Somehow she could not think of Templeton
in the grip of any serious illness. He was
so vital, so very much alive, so entirely suf
ficient unto himself. How he would chafe
at restriction! She tried to visualize him
prostrate in bed with two nurses in attend
ance and found it somehow impossible. She
could not believe that he was in danger,
and she tried to make light of the whole
thing so as to dismiss it from her thoughts,
but when she reached the studio Lucile came
running up to her, her face very grave.
“Oh, Gloria, of course you’ve heard about
Rolf. They say he has pneumonia. He
caught a terrible cold through playing that
rain scene in ‘Tropical Love.’ Os course,
he was careless and stayed too long in his
wet clothes. Isn't It terrible?”
She eyed Gloria closely, her expression
tinged with curiosity. Most of the film col
ony had their own opinions about the sepa
rations of the Templetons, but no one really
knew the truth.
Thursday—“ Gloria Decides.’’ RenCTV jonr
subscription now to avoid missing a chapter
of this splendid story.
TUESDAY, AUGUST 20, 1024.
THE COUNTRY HOME ]
BY MRS. W. H. FELTON
FAVORITE HYMNS
a MONG my earliest recollections, a little
/\ tot in my father’s arms, 1 learned to
sing on of Pleyel’s hymns, and when
I go to a piano now, in my old age, I am
delighted to worship my Heavenly Father by
trying to sing it with gratitude and thanks
giving for preserving mercy.
My father was born in Maryland in 1799.
His parents were living just across the Po
tomac river from Mount Vernon, General
Washington’s home. General Washington
died in 1799, when my father was nine
months old- " General Washington was buried
at Mount Vernon, and many of my grand
mother’s people are buried across the Poto
mac at Marshall Hall. Her father and my
great-grandfather on his father’s side served
in the Revolutionary army under General
Washington, their dear and honored neigh
bor, whom they had known from boyhood.
My father came to Georgia to live when he
was seven years old, with his parents, and
he remembered many of the old Maryand
tunes of that time. He had a fine tenor
voice and played by ear on the violin. I
guess I inherited his ardent love for music,
but I will copy here the hymn he sung to
his baby children —and, remember, eeet
birthday I will be ninety years old. You
will find it in the Methodist Hymn Book
No. 517.
“While Thee I seek protecting power,
Be my vain wishes stilled,
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
"Thy love the power of thought bestowed,
To Thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed,
That mercy I adore.
“In each event of life how clear
Thy ruling hand I see,
Each blessing to my soul most dear
Because conferred by Thee.
"In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
"When gladness wings my favored hour
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet Thy will.
“My lifted eye without a tear
The gathering storm shall see,
My steadfast heart shall know no fear—-
That heart will rest on Thee.’"'
There’s a whole sermon in this hymn.
When clouds come over my horizon and I
am troubled about things I am powerless to
make different, I can sing in my heart these
beautiful words of cheer and faith and re
member my father sang them to his baby
girl, his first born and his darling child,
nearly a hundred years ago, and it brings
gladness and sweet memories to my heart. I
am going to copy another song that I have
sung a thousand times in the old-time reli
gious meetings, more than a half-centurj*
ago:
“Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own his cause
Or blush to speak His name?
“Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease
While others fought to win the prize
Or sailed through bloody seas?
“Are there no foes for me to face,
Must I not stem the flood,
Is this vile world a friend to Grace
To help me on to God?
“Sure I must fight if I would reign.
Increase my courage, Lord:
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.
“Thy saints In all this glorious war
Shall conquer though they die,
They see the triumph from afar.
By faith they bring it nigh.
"When that illustrious day shall rise
And all Thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies
The glory shall be Thine.”
In this long life that the dear Lord has
spared to me, and the many hundred times
I have beard this old song, along with the
shouts of souls redeemed, in camp meetings
and revival times, I am thankful to sing it
again, although we see and hear of but few
camp meetings and genuine revival meetings
in old Georgia in modern times. Nothing
counts but old-time religion and faith in the
promises of God to help ns along to the time
when we are called to go hence forever more.
I I shall be glad to see one more great reli-
I gious revival before my own departure.
MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irving S. Cobb
This Is a good story and I can prove it.
As nearly as can be ascertained, the inci
dent actually occurred in a certain Southern
city. An account of it was dressed up as
an anecdote and found its way into one of
the monthly magazines, then, immediately
at least two musical comedy comedians
adopted it with telling results. After that
|it worked its way into vaudeville. At last
accounts, six separate monologists were tell
ing it and three song-and-dance-and-patter
1 teams —or hoofers and spoofers, as they are
known in the profession—had worked it
into their acts.
When a joke gets on the stage so quickly
as that and stays there all season, it just
naturally has to be good.
Here is the yarn:
A colored woman, large and very dark as
to complexion, is brought to a hospital. She
has just been run over by a careless auto
mobilist. She is unconscious as she is lifted
out of the ambulance, but recovers her
senses on the way to the operating room.
| As her eyes roll about her the officiating
surgeon bends over her and seeks to com
fort her.
“Now. now. Auntie, there’s nothing to
worry about,” he says, soothingly. “In fact
you ought to be able to get a considerable
amount of damages.”
“Damages!” she snorts. “Huh, man.
whut does I want wid any mo’ damages?
I done got plenty damages already. Whut
I craves is _.pairs!”
(Copyright, 1 924.)
QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES
Mr. Warbler was very vain about his sing
ing. Whenever he went out to a party he
lost no time in inviting some on* or other
to ask him to sing. Mention songs to Mr.
Warbler and he would oblige you before you
could stop him.
He was at a party recently and, to his
great delight, he was asked to sing quite
early in the evening. He did so, and then:
“Now, my lad,” he remarked to a small
boy who was sitting near, "what have you
to remark about my singing?”
“Nothing.” said the bored youth. “It's
not remarkable.”
HIS BROTHER’S WIFE
BY RUBY M. AYRES
CHAPTER XLVHI
Dolly's Letter
/(XT - know as well as I do that she
will not come back,” David said.
There was a little silence.
"If we could only find Nigel's wife,” he
went on, with a sort of rage in his voice,
“we might get to know* the truth of it all!
Do you think it would be of any use to
advertise for her? I know so little about
her. I have even forgotten her name.”
“Dolly,” said Fisher, quickly, and then
stopped.
For a moment he stared at David’s tall
figure and averted faca; then ha khrust *
hand into his pocket, nnd drew out the
folded cablegram. He crossed to where his
friend stood.
"What does this mean?” he asked.
David turned. He glanced at the paper
carelessly, then with increasing interest:
“Please ask David Bretherton cable me
two hundred pounds. Letter explaining
follows. —Dolly Durham.”
The eyes of the two men met.
"Well?” said Fisher.
David shrugged his shoulders.
"It’s all double Dutch to me,” he said
shortly. "What is the meaning of it?
Where did you get it?”
"It came to the office yesterday. That
is all 1 know.”
David looked annoyed.
"It’s a. mistake, I should think. I don t
know any woman of that name.”
Fisher folded the paper absently.
"Dolly was the name of Nigel’s wife,” he
said quietly.
The two men stared at each other for a I
moment without speaking.
“I don’t know why I think it is she.”
Fisher said then. "I have no reason at all
for supposing so beyond the name; but if
I am right that would explain somewhat
why she asks for this money. She would
consider it more or less her right. She waa
that kind of woman.”
"But the name Durham, man?”
Fisher laughed cynically.
“Probably she has married again already.
I was always execting to hear something
of the kind.”
David seemed hardly to be listening. He
was pacing up and down the room rest
lessly.
“Os course, nobody knows the truth of ;
this affair,” he said suddenly. “They all
believe that Mary is really Nigel’s widow. I
I have not told them anything. I don’t i
wish them to know anything.”
“As you please, of course. And if there
is anything I can do-—”
“You can try and find her for me. You I
lawyer chaps know the ropes, and I don’t,” .
David’s voice changed suddenly. He laid
a hand on Fisher’s arm with something of
his old affectionate manner.
“Find her for me, old fellow. I’d give
anything in the world, to have her back
again!” '
Just for an instant Monty hesitated. His j
thoughts flew to his sister as he had last
seen her, flushed and angry, with the tears 1
in her eyes.
"She was nothing to David. If he had. ;
believed before that she was, Ihe could no
longer doubt the truth now, and suddenly
his hand went up to meet his friend’s.
“I’ll do my best,” he said.
At lunch time Miss Varney appeared. She
had evidently been crying very much. Her
voice quivered as she appealed to Fisher |
with tears in her eyes to help them. ,
“If I only knew that she was safe and
well I should not mind so much,” she said '
over and over again. “But one hears such |
terrible things nowadays. The poor darling (
may have lost her memory, or been taken
ill, or a hundred and one things.”
David smiled rather sadly.
“I don’t think it is anything like that, ,
dear,” he said. He had his hand on her
trembling one. “Monty is going to find her I
for us. Even in London it is not possible
to hide forever, you know.”
“But why would she want to hide?” asked
Miss Varney brokenly. "I did my best to i
make her happy. I am sure I loved her <
dearly. As if I could ever be unkind to
deai- Nigel’s wife.”
There was a little pause. The servants |
had left the room. Then David said sud
denly, almost inaudibly: „
“But she was not Nigel’s wife, dear.” . *■
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Idleness the Mother of Progress
By Dr. Frank Crane •
IDLENESS is the mother of progress. So ,
long as men were busy they had no
time to think of bettering their condi
tion. . !
Idleness is the mother of art. It was
when men had leisure from the chase that
thej* decorated the handles of their hunt
ing knives and the walls of their cav*
dwellings.
Idleness is the mother of religion. It is
In the relax and rebound from toil that
men think of God.
We talk of all men’s right to work. There
is a deeper right than that. It is the
right to idleness.
The value of what we put upon the page
of life depends upon the width of the
margin.
The great, useful, redeeming and lasting
work of the world is that work which is a
reaction from idleness. The continent of
labor is barren. It is the little island oT
labor that is green and fruitful in the sea
of leisure.
, The curse of America is its deification of
labor. Our little gods are the men who
are ceaselessly forthputting.
Most of all we deify capital, which never
rests, but goes on producing day and night.
We are so occupied in getting ready to
live that we have lost the art of living.
With us a man is a fool if he sets about
to enjoy himself before he has laid up a
fortune. We count the woman happy when
she has married money, and the child ac
cursed when he has no inheritance.
Every morning we arise from our beds
and charge blood-thirsty into the struggle.
We all do it. millionaires and paupers. In
bis office, the trust magnate sits at his
scheming until his nerves are loosed, his'
arteries hardened and bis soul caked. The
slaves of Rome never worked so hard as
many of our laborers in mines and factories.
"After the Semitic fashion.” says Remy
de Goncourt, “you make even the womens
work. Rich and poor, all alike, yon know \
nothing of the joys of leisure.”
There ought to be two leisure classes,
yea three; all children under twenty-one,
all women, and all men over sixty.
The work of the world could be easily
done by males between the ages of twenty
one and sixty. To accomplish this, all that
is needed is to abolish militarism, that iu
'-ane burden of men in idleness, abolish an
piled up wealth units that, keep husky
males workless, and abolish our absurd
worship of activity.
Then there would be plenty of work for
every man to keep him from want, and
plenty of leisure for every man to preserve
in him a living soul.
If I were czar of the world no woman
should work except as she might elect for
her amusement; no child should do ought
b’lt plav.
(Copyright, 1924.)