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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
For God, who commanded thf light to
shine out of darkness, hath shined in our
hearts, to give the light of the glory of
God in the face of Jesus Christ. We are
troubled on every side, yet not distressed;
we are perplexed, but not in despair; per
secuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but
not destroyed; always bearing about in the
body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that
the life also of Jesus might be made mani
fest in our body.—Second Corinthians
4:6, 8-10.
Florida\Saves the Egret
THE American egret is coming back,
thanks to the federal law that stopped
the marketing of its plumage and also
to the establishment of bird sanctuax’ies.
Some years ago this beautiful white heron
was in danger of becoming extinct. Even in
our far South it was exceedingly rare and,
as conditions stood, was doomed. Then came
the protective legislation, soon followed by
conserving efforts in several States.
Florida is especially commended for enter
prises of this nature. In her sanctuaries,
. writes a Northern observer, the egret, "no
logger slaughtered in the mating season to
satisfy the commerce that dealt in its feath
ers, has had a chance to multiply, and Is
seen in increasing numbers.” There, too,
“the pink curlew, sometimes called the ro
seate spoonbill, is returning; while the gor
geous cardinals and tanagers, the melodious
mockingbird, the bluebird and the waxwing
are all increasing.” But the ibis and the
flamingo "are gone forever—help for them
came too late.”
Georgia may well take note of the Florida
example. It pays a commonwealth to con
serve its birds; pays in millions of dollars in
protection to growing crops, and incalculably
in the gaining of prestige and good will. The
time is near when a State that does not look
after its wild life, particularly its birds, will
be regarded as strangely Ignorant and back
ward.
The Mosquito Invasion
THE severity of the mosquito onset in
the western Great Lakes region may be
inferred from this, that at Fond du
Wiscqnsin, a high school football team
was forced by the invading insects to flee its
summer camp. Throughout that regiorl, news
dispatches tell, the biting swarms have scat
tered dismay, driving golfers from the links,
farmers from the field, and at length over
coming even the young huskies of the pig
skin. Though the Universtiy of Chicago re
assuringly reports that only a few anophe
lene or malaria-bearing mosquitoes are |
among the millions in the neighborhood of I
that city, the beak of any mosquito brings
woe enough—and its song is almost as bad I
as its bite.
Our Colonial forbears frequently found
mosquitoes hardly less formidable than Red
skins. Jamestown once was abandoned "be
cause of the epideniicals,” as an old chron
icler has it. That the sternest of Puritan
virtue was required to cope with these
foes appears from William Bradfords dec
laration: "They are too delicate and unfit
ted to begin new Plantations .and Collonies '
that cannot endure the biting of a muskee
to.’ Even today, after all the victories of
sanitary science, some seven million Ameri
cans are said to suffer malarial infection,
which uuly uho jeuus anopheles transmits.
Exterminate such mosquitoes, and malaria
will cease, thereby opening away to im
mense social and economic gainj. For. as it
is, farms and industrial plants lose millions
of dollars through the illness and lowered 1
efficiency of employes; towns which should
prosper and progress are kept lagging as
ly and cheerfuly see
that things are made
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THE ATLANTA IRI WEEKI.V JOURNAL
Sleepy Hollows; children who should grow
up into strong men and women are dwarfed
and dulled.
Os the malaria germ from which these
misfortunes spring, an authority writes: "It
goes through several stages of development
something like that of a frog or butterfly.
It is an organism which can not live and
multiply in the human blood alone, but must
spend some of its existence outside the hu
man body. While in the blood it lives with
in the corpuscles themselves. At a certain
stage it frees itself and swims about, in the
blood. When this occurs the patient has
fever and chills, with all the symptoms of
true malaria. Now comes along a mosquito
and bites the persons stricken with malaria.
It sucks up some of the blood. The malaria
germ then enters the mosquito and lives the
rest of its life. In changing its home from
the human body to that of the mosquito, it
changes also in form, becoming what we
might call the larva or offspring of the orig
inal germ. When this germ matures suffi
ciently it wanders through the tissues of the
mosquito to the salivary glands, and when
the insect pushes its proboscis through the
skin of the human body, the organism passes
easily into the fluids of the individual bitten.
Thus malaria is spread, always in an endless
chain, from human being to mosquito, and
/
from mosquito back to human being again.”
Evidently, then, there are but two ways of
breaking the fetters of malaria: human be
ings will have to be exterminated, or anophe
lene mosquitoes will have to be exterminat
ed. The latter course being the simpler, it
behooves communities that value health to
take effectual measures for abolishment of
the breeding places of mosquitoes—all mos
quitoes, for it is better in this case that
ninety and nine just mosquitoes should per
ish than that one anopheles sinner should
escape. The importance of such measures
can hardly be overgauged. Americans suc
ceeded in building a. great Isthmian canal
where the French had failed. Why? Large
ly, for the reason that the Americans first
purged the zone of infections from which the
laborers of de Lesseps had died by hundreds.
Mosquitoes had to go before the canal could
come. »
There are Georgia counties where, in re
turn for thousands Jif dollars spent on the
drainage of swamp and wet lands, millions
are accruing from agricultural and business
developments, and where benefits incalcu
lable are being enjoyed as a result of health
protection. To destroy mosquito breeding
beds, whether they be a swamp, a pool, a
puddle or an old tin can,'is to prevent many j
an ill and gain many an advantage.
QUIZ
Any Tri-Weekly Journal reader can
get the answer to any question puzzling ’
him by writing to The Atlanta Journal
Information Bureau, Frederic J. Has
kin, director, Washington, D. C., and
inclosing a two-cent stamp for return
postage. DO NOT SEND IT TO OUR
ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. What corporation has the largest
number of stockholders? H. S. L.
A. ’ The American Telephone and Tele
graph company, with more than 300,000
stockholders, is’ said to have the largest j
number of stockholders of any American |
corporation.
Q. How many kitids of fish are there?
I. E. C. M X .
A. The Bureau of Fisheries says that as
far back as ISOO Dr. Gunther, of the Brit
ish Museum, had listed about 3,600 species
of salt water fishes and about 2,300 species
of fresh water fishes. Since then the num- .
her of known species has increased to sev
eral times these numbers, and new species
are constantly being identified.
Q. What is logwood used for? F. U. O.
A. Logwood is used in dyeing, chiefly ;
black, although it also gives shades of blue, ’
gray and violet.
Q. What is the size of our largest can
non and how far can it shoot? K. H. D.
A. The Ordnance Department says that ■
the most powerful gun used in the Military ;
Service is the 16-inch gun, which has a
range of 50,000 yards, a length of 35 cali- ■
bers and weighs 1,600 pounds.
Q. Has there ever been any bubonic
plague in the United States? K. D. V.
A. The first case of bubonic plague of
record in this country was in San Francisco,
where a reported death from this disease
occurred on March 6. 1900.
■Q. Is the depreciation of the lira a
serious detriment to American trade in
Italy? F. P.
A. Prices have been adjusted to new
levels so that at present there is no greater
difference between Italian and American
scales than would exist if the lira were
on a gold basis. Conditions in Italy are
now as favorable to the sale of American
goods as they will probably be for some ,
time to come.
Q. How many eggs are kept in cold
storage? S. C. K.
A. On the first of December. 1923,
there were 4,031 cases and 35,914 pounds
of frozen eggs in cold storage in the United
States. The average storage on that date
for a five-year period is 2.579 cases and
22.720 pounds.
Q. Are there any figures available to i
show the proportion of school children re
tarded in their studies bv poor evesight’
M. S.
A. Approximately 25 per cent of all '
school children in the United States, the
Eye Sight Conservation Council finds, are
retarded in their studies and fully one
third of this retardation is conservatively
estimated as due to defective vision.
Q. How much was paid on the govern
ment debt last year? H. M. P.
A. During the fiscal year ending June
30 last the curtailments made on the
principal of the national debt amounted to
approximately § i ,027.000.000.
Q. What is the world's record for speed
in an airplane? J. H.
A. The National Aeronautic association
says that Lieutenant A. T. Williams, U. S.
N. holds the record. It was made on No-
vember 4. 1923, in a Curtiss Racer R-2CI.
having a Curtiss D-12A 500 horsepower mo
tor. The flight was made at Mitchell field,
at Mineola. L. 1., and the record speed was,
266.59 miles per hour. |
HIS BROTHER’S WIFE
BY RUBY M. AYRES
CHAPTER LIT
Dora's Plan
x OU know what the BrethertonS are,”
Y said Dora—"such a proud lot! I
suppose he hates to feel that he
has been deceived. I suppose he is angry
for Nigel’s sake, too.”
"He has every right to be—there is no
excuse to be made for me. But I never
meant to stay; it was only—only that I
just wanted to see the Red Grange again.”
Mary hardly knew why she defended
herself to this girl; instinctively she dis
trusted her: but she was longing to hear
something of David. Already it seemed
years since she last saw him; already her
heart was crying out for him.
"You poor dear.” Dora still held her
hand; she patted it soothingly. "You need
not he afraid that I shall tell him I have
seeh you; I wouldn’t think of telling him.
I have never seen him so dreadfully angry
before.” She cast her eyes down effec
tively. "And I know him pretty well,”
she added, softly.
Mary’s heart gave'a little throb of pain.
This girl was so beautiful! She realized it
afresh as she looked at her now.
David had denied once that she was any
thing to him, Miss Varney had denied it,
too—but was it true?
She drew her hand gently away.
"I am afraid I. must be going.”
Dora gave a little protesting cry.
‘‘But I want to help you! Don't you
believe I am your friend?” 7
"You are very kind, but I don’t think I
want any friends. All my life I seem to
have done without them, except—” She
broke off with sudden tender memory of
Nigel; he had been a kind friend to her.
But you will want them— l am sure von
will.’’ Dora urged earnestly. "And if you
will trust me, 1 am sure I could help you.
You don’t seem to understand that David
js looking for you because—oh, perhaps
you don’t know what you have done im-
personating someone else I mean—is pun
ishable by law.” 1
Mary stared at Dora Fisher with a fast
paling face.; for a moment she could not
speak—then she tried to laugh.
t y>un ’ ska^,^e by law! Oh, no, surely not’
I haven’t robbed anyone. I haven’t taken
anything that didn’t belong to me Oh it
surely isn’t—.” ' ’
‘‘My brother tells me it is—he ought to
know. But you need not look so afraid—
I am not going to tell them that I have seen
you—they never need know ”
scioL° U of are s/r ry k J n< *” Mary was con
scious of a feeling of strong antagonism tn
wards this beautiful woman? she wo“ d have
much preferred an enmity to this suddln
pretended friendship— f or that It was "
she made „ mt, S " re ' For the sec °" d &»•
agaln’etoppd’her. Dora
.. will at least tell me where von
live? You will let me be your friend-••
“)ou don’t really wish to bp mv
you don’t really like me Pieasp int n
The other laughed moekTngjy 8 18t s °"
tab i r U are re y V oT- C “?±.‘T " Ol
sorry.” 5 Some day You will be
wanted away 6 n ° answer; she turned and
Dora stooil looking after her with k
grilled face; the idea eanm s ? cha '
Sr.esaSSF
«re h S l y m L , 3he"sp o h k e e” ; ,O " kM at r>a '"’
cha " enge ,n her «'“•
ay hi S be though e t r s e ~ just as if she >were alwa ys
Dor a laughed to hide her chagrin
Wa V Her eyes re sted on his
ed Shs T ° W suddenly he had clench
lskPd ht ft She St ° T Pped and s P° ke to me?she
asked after you, David.”
-w liPS u moved - b ’>t he did not speak
Sh s aIone? ” Fisher asked.
wpH ’ tllat s ra ther telling, isn't it? But
—well, n 0 she was not , David T ,
you ve been horribly taken in her It is
a shame!” ' n is
‘‘l don't understand you.” Bretherton’s
“ ,f you really saw mVs
dress?” ’ Perhaps you can Sive me her ad-
lam sorry—l am afraid I can't. I asked I
her for it, but she refused; she doesn't want
to have anything more to do with any of us
Tt s perfectly obvious! I really think it will
be kinder to leave her to herself.”
David looked at Fisher. The latter spoke
rather impatiently:
“Whom was she with? You sav she was I
not alone?”
“My dear Monty, I reall> don't know.”
Her beautiful eyes met his without flinching.
She did not introduce him to me, but I
understand from what she said—and what
she left unsaid—that she was going to be
married to him.”
There was a little silence; David laughed
suddenly, lifting his wine glass.
“Well, here’s good luck to them both,” he
said in a queer voice.
He deliberately changed the conversation.
It was he who did the entertaining through
out the remainder of the meal. Monty had
never seen him so talkative; he looked at.
him anxiously from time to time.
Afterwards, when he caught Dora alone
for a moment in the hall, he held her hand
fast when she would have pulled away from
him.
Is that the truth—about Mary Furnival
—or did you make it all up?” There was
something stern in his voice.
Dora wriggled free.
“Perfectly true that I met her, perfectlv
true that I asked her for her address and
she refused to give it to me."
“And the rest —about the man?”
' Have you ever heard the saying that all
is fair in love and war?" she asked. "My
dear Monty, mind you own business—that's
my advice to you.”
She went on into the drawing room. David
was there standing by the window, at which
the blind had not yet been drawn.
There was a pale moon riding aloft in the
dark sky. It shed a faint light on the
Fishers' small garden; it made David think
of the Red Grange and that last drive he I
had had with Mary.
He cursed himself now for not having
told her then that he knew ail about the
pitiful little secret she was guarding so jeal
ously. After all. what had it been beyond
the yielding to a sudden sentimental im
pulse?
He seemed to understand her so well, and
to sympathize with her loneliness, and real- '
ize the sudden gap his brother's death had
left in her life.
Apparently Nigel had been her only friend.
Imagination had placed the story for him; it
was only that he could not find a place in
its complete whole for Nigel's wife.
Where was she? What has become of.
THE COUNTRY HOME
BY MRS. W. H. FELTON
JUST TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AGO
THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL came
into existence twenty-five years ago.
Country Home column came to the
front at the beginning. I was invited by
Hon. Hoke Smith, the owner (at. that time),
to assume charge of it. Os all the people
who were in charge of The Semi-Weekly
when it began, I am, as 1 am told, the only
survivor in. the office today
Mr. John Brice, treasurer, was in charge
of the finances of the big daily Atlanta Jour
nal, and he remains in the same position to
day.
How many changes there have been! How
many people closely associated with The
Semi-Weekly, The Tri-Weekly and the big
daily Atlanta Journal have come along and
gone to their reward in the other world?
I was going towards seventy years old my
self, and I am nearly ninety at this time.
Marvelous, even to myself, is the fact that
my aged fingers at seventy years old are
still active and still willing to do duty at
the same old stand —and now approaching
ninety years.
Hardly a day passes that I do not get a
letter (or a visitor) that tells me, “I’ve been
reading after you many long years.” Some
far-off kin made a detour of seventy-five
miles last week to shake my hand, on a
trip from South Carolina to Alabama, and
they told me they read The Semi-Weekly,
perhaps fifteen years ago. Twenty-five years
is a quarter of a century, and a quarter of a
century counts large in one's lifetime. My
bosses on The Tri-Weekly Journal are excep
tionally fine folks. We never fall out enough
to notice. If they love me as I love them,
we might go through another quarter of a
century hand in hand.
WHAT ABOUT MARS?
I TRIED to get a good look at Mars the
other night, but 1 had no telescope, and
I returned to the house none the wiser
—and disappointed.
I could see it was red and bright, and that
was about all I knew or could find out by
myself. When I was studying astronomy in
my school and college days it was delightful
to go out in an open place and gaze at the
stars with a capable and enthusiastic precep
tor to point them out, by name.
But I recall more often the enthusiasm of
Rev. Dr. Alexander Means, professor of
chemistry at Emory college, and when folks
were unkind enough to say he had gone
crazy on electricity. He was all of fifty years
ahead of his time. He saw visions and
dreamed dreams that have become amazing
realities in our own experience. It was all
so fine to this cultured Christian gentleman
to prophesy as to what electricity would do
for the world. Returning to Mars. I am
wondering if this torrid summer heat has
been caused by getting too near and there
fore too familiar with a red-hot planet,
which will not come back to see us for an
other two hundred years.
The earth has just one moon. Mars has
two, according to the scientists. Maybe Mars
is twice the size of the earth. If Mars
keeps its proper distance we may like it
better (those who are here to welcome it
two hundred years hence), but 1 ex
pect we can all wish it good luck, and
a safe journey to the places where it really
belongs.
ARE ALL SUICIDES CRAZY?
IT is well knowta that the love of life is
the strongest emotion in animals and
human kind. It is the natural instinct
put there to keep the living from destroying
life—until they naturally die. x.
But we see strong men, with everything
to live for, deliberately kill themselves.
There are such examples in every daily news
paper printed in this country. We all know
it to be a fact that men will kill themselves
with no apparent cause for such conduct.
We do know that delicate women will take
poison, will hang themselves by a rope from
the ceiling above, in the most illogical way
imaginable.
It is a natural instinct to kill other people.
We train our sons to kill in the army, but
why should a man or woman get a pistol or
gun and shoot themselves to such a death?
Are they crazy? For one I so believe.
CITY WOMEN AND COUNTRY' YVOME
SOME time in years past and gone, there
was a movement organized to appro
priate SIO,OOO from the state treasury
to improve rural conditions and to send :
qualified persons into the country places to
enlighten country women on their duties to]
society. It was before the days of woman
suffrage in Georgia, and this money was
never appropriated, to my knowledge, but
Hon. Thomas E. Watson was editing a
weekly newspaper and he wrote the follow
ing, which is certainly worth the reading:
(This clipping has been reprinted in the
Lincolnton newspaper known as the Lincoln ■
Journal.)
Shafts of Georgia Sunshine
O much building going on around
here thal it takes a whole afternoon
to get about and visit the real big j
projects.—Thomasville Times.
Contracts for immense new highway proj
ects in Georgia do not indicate any "con-'
tracting” of the expansive plans for a sys
tem of good roads in this state. —Savannah ;
Morning News.
Still, it does seem pretty fair—three dol-1
lars and a half a bushel for new sweet po-1
tatoes and the co-operative associations hav- i
ing demand for all they can sell and then
some.—Savannah Morning News.
This is going to be a busy fall season on
the farms of this section. About the only j
thing the farmers have to worry about is I
the problem of getting the crops gathered*
and marketed, and the chances are they will!
work that out handily.—Albany Herald.
It is estimated that Georgia crops will!
bring $100,000,000 more this year than
they brought last year. And the beauty is ■
that most of the increase will go into sec-,
tions that need it most—that have been hit ;
hardest by adverse conditions —thus bring
ing up the average all over the state.—Vai-!
dosta Times.
her? Had that cable which Monty had re- ;
ceived really been from her? and if so, how j
had she got to the Argentina and why?
He was trying to puzzle it all out in his j
tired mind when Dora came into the room
and stood beside him.
The faiax light from the moon fell on her j
beautiful face and graceful figure She;
looked like a dream princess, he tnougnt,'
with a reluctant admiration, as he turned to}
speak to her.
She smiled up into his eyes, and soniething '
in the sweep of her long lashes made him j
think of Mary with a sickening heart-throb, j
Was this story true about her coming mar-.
riage? Had she incl&ed only played her own j
game with them all along—been only a com-;
mon adventuress, as Fisher had hinted from ■
the first? He could not believe it.
In all his life no woman had ever caused ■
him a single pang until now. He hated it;
because now he could not sleep or rest for j
thinking of her—for wondering where she j
was and what she was doing.
Thursday—" Saved From an Impulse." Re
new your subscription now to avoid missing
a chajMer of this absorbing story. j
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2,1
MOVIE MAD
BY HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
What has gone before.—Gloria King
comes to Hollywood with the idea pf
making good in the movies. She be
comes hardened by the life and makes
the mistake of marrying Rolf Temple
ton, the great screen star, a man she
despises, but who can further her ca
reer. Later she leaves him, it is
then that she makes good through tal
ent alone. By this time, however, she
has become spoiled, and plunges into a
life of false gayety. She is brought to a
realization of where she is drifting when
she runs over a little boy. Just as she
makes plans for divorce, Rolf is seized
with pneumonia and the doctor sends
for her. —Now go on with the story.
CHAPTER XLI
Delirium
HE atmosphere of hushed suspense that,
predominated over the ac
centuated here in Rolf’s bedroom.
Gloria caught her breath and drew herself
up as though preparing for an ordeal. In
voluntarily her eyes flew to the bed, and the
long figure lying under the covers. She was
suddenly oblivious of everything else.
She was vaguely conscious of the fact
that two nurses were present. One rose from
a chair beside the bed as Gloria and the doc
tor entered, the other stood beside a small
table dropping medicine into a small glass.
They both eyed Gloria curiously, but she
was hardly aware of it.
“Any change, Miss Mitchell?” Dr. Irwin
spoke in a low voice.
The woman shook her head. "No. doctor.”
"Where is Dr. Townsend?”
"He is irt the next room waiting to speak
to you.”
Dr. Irwin, with only a side glance at
Gloria, moved toward the door connecting
the two rooms. Miss Mitchell followed him,
and for the moment Gloria was virtually
alone, for the other nurse had returned to
the task in hand. ’
She advanced slowly toward the bed, and
took the chair Miss Mitchell had vacated.
Rolf's face against the pillow looked strange
ly flushed, his eyes were closed, and he
moved his head uneasily from side to side.
The nurse advanced from out of the shad
ows, and slipping an arm deftly under his
head, held the glass to his lips. He drank
protestingly, and the minute his head was
lowered again to the pillow began that rest
less movement from side to side.
In the stillness there was no sound save
Rolf’s breathing. It had a stertorous sound
that was somehow ominous. Each breath
he drew seemed to rack his frame. Gloria
wondered how he could possibly live and go
on breathing like that.
The door clicked, and Gloria, turning her
head quickly, saw that the nurse had left the
room. For the time being she was alone
with Rdlf, and on impulse she leaned sud
denly closer. Almost as if he realized her
presence, he began to speak. She had to
lean very close to hear what he was saying,
but gradually his voice became stronger.
“Gloria, darling, the rooms are beautiful.
They look like home. All you need is a
little cat purring by the fireside. You’d like
that, wouldn’t you? I must see about get
ting one for you.”
The voice trailed off. The nervous fingers
began moving over the counterpane. Gloria,
with her heart leaping madly in her breast,
suddenly put her own cool fingers over that
incredibly hot hand, and as she did so he
began to speak again.
i “I want you to be happy. You must be
happy. But how you would laugh if you
could know how lonely I am. You wouldn’t
believe it. You never did have much use
for me. What was that you said about
honor? Y’ou’ve made up your mind about
me, Gloria, and nothing 1 could ever do or
say would change it. You think I’m a rot
ter, but I love you, that much is true.” -
A wild protest leaped up in Gloria’s heart.
It seamed as if she couldn’t bear it, as if she
must stop that voice going endlessly on and
on. Her heart began to pound violently,
and with every beat a stab of agony went
through her, a pain so intense that she want
ed to scream aloud. Why hadn’t she been
1 more kind? What had possessed her to be
;so hard, so bitter? It had been unfair to
; blame him for everything, when, after all,
! she herself had been responsible for a great
I deal. And now, she might never be able
|to tell him how sorry she was. He might
die without ever regaining consciousness;
that would be her punishment.
CHAI‘TER XLII
Atonement
THE thought of death was suddenly so
real to Gloria that her fingers tightened
around Rolf’s. She was gripped by an
intense pity, a pity that made her feel hum
ble, and impetuously she began to speak.
“Rolf,” she faltered, "this is Gloria. I’m
right here beside you. Open your eyes, dear,
and speak to me. Tell me you’re glaa i
came.” The word of endearment had
slipped out unaware. Gloria was hardly con
scious of what she said. She wanted to
catch his attention, to stop the restless mov
ing of his head on the pillow, and suddenly
she put her other hand against his hot cheek,
turning his face toward her.
“Rolf!” she whispered again.
With what seemed a tremendous effort, his
eyes opened. He seemed to be looking into
her face, and yet there was a vagueness
in that glance that was as if a curtain were
drawn between them.
“Rolf, it's Gloria; don’t you know me?”
A little frown gathered between his brows.
He seemed trying to remember, to concen
trate, to force his consciousness out of the
deep, dark morass in which he was groping,
and yet it was so hard, so hard.
“Gloria.” He said her name wonderingly.
, “Gloria!” But he did not know her; she
was sure of that. And after a moment his
lids fell over his tired eyes as though it
was too much of an effort to keep them
raised.
“Kiss me. Gloria,” he was murmuring, j
once more delirious. “Kiss me just once of
your own free will—to say goodby.”
And Gloria, intent on just one thing, to
arouse him, to make him aware of her pres
ence, stooped lower and touched her fresh
young mouth to his fevered lips. As she did
so her eyes brimmed over, and two tears
splashed down on his face. ft seemed to
trouble him. and as his lashes lifted again
his eyes looked directly into hers so very
close to him. Slow recognition dawned in
the glance.
“Gloria,” he said weakly. "Why, I must
be dreaming or else I am dead. Gloria, it
wac’t yes, is it? You’re not. really here?”
And Gloria smiled on him, answering in
a voice that she tried to keep from trem- '
bling.
“I'm really here. Rolf. I've come to
help you to get well. You must remember I
that, and you must promise me to fight. 1
Don’t give up the battle, not evep for a!
second. Remember, I’m right here, and I’ll I
help you all I can. You can get well if I
you want to, if you exert your will to live. ;
You mustn’t go away and leave me now.”
She hardly realized what she was saying, :
and anyway it didn’t matter. Dr. Irwin j
had told her she must give Rolf the incen- ;
five to live, and she was determined to do I
it. no matter what she said. Her hands [
were grasping both of his now, and her |
clasp was firm and reassuring. She wasn’t {
at all sure that he had grasped the meaning I
of all she had said, but she felt that he had i
WEATHER LORE
By H. Addington Brjce
IT is an interesting service that Dr. W’. J,
Humphreys has rendered in his book,
“Weather Proverbs and Paradoxes.” It
is a practical service, too, for those whose
occupations make short-range local weather
forecasts of importance to them.
Writing as an expert meteorologist—Dr.
Humphreys is connected with the United
States Weather Bureau—he has subjected
to scientific scrutiny the host of proverbial
sayings relating to the weather, and indi
cates the ones in which confidence may
justly be placed. Also he states why confi
dence may be placed in them.
Thus he includes among trustworthy sky
sign proverbs such familiar jingles as:
"Sky red in the morning
Is a sailor’s sure warning,
Sky red at night
Is the sailor’s delight.’’
"If the sun set in gray
The next will be a rainy day.”
“Evening red and morning gray
Help the traveler on his way;
Evening gray and morning red
Bring down rain upon his head.”
These, and similar sayings quoted by Dr.
Humphreys have a sound basis in the at
mospheric conditions that produce the vary
ing color effects. He notes, for example:
“A red morning sky means several things
quite different from those implied by a
gray one, viz:
“That the atmosphere is rather humid,
elfce the clear sky would have a short wave
length color, such as yellow or green.
“That, as the sky is not gray, there are
no dew or water droplets on the dust par
ticles of the lower air.
“That, therefore, this dust has been pro
tected from excessive loss of heat by radi
ation; and, from this in turn, that the upper
air contains much moisture, the condition
that holds radiation losses down to a min
imum.
“That is, a red morning sky implies that
the whole atmosphere up to considerable
elevations, is humid, and rain, therefore,
probable later in the day
On similar conditions or dryness or hu
midity of the upper air. plus other condi
tions detailed by Dr. Humphreys, depends
the soundness of other weather proverbs he
indorses. As:
“When the grass is dry at morning light
Look for rain before the night.’’
“When the dew is on the grass
Rain will never come to pass.”
“When the stars begin to huddle
The earth will soon become a puddle.”
“The higher the clouds, the finer the
weather.”
Except as regards the thin, wispy, cirrus
clouds, the highest of all, concerning which
proverbial lore with reason declares:
“Mackerel scales and mares’ tails
Make lofty ships carry low sails.”
“Trace in the eky the painter’s brush,
The winds around you soon will rush.”
■ Scientific indorsement, again is given by
Dr. HCimphreys in other well-known wind
proverbs:
“When the smoke goes west,
Gude weather is past;
When the smoke goes east.
Gude weather comes neist.”
“The wind in the west
Suits Everyone best.”
“A veering wind, fair weather;
A backing wind, foul weather.”
In every instance the scientific data vali
dating the accepted proverbs are given. Th«
temptation to restate them here is strong.
But space limitations forbid.
(Copyright, 1924.) •
MY FAVOIRTE STORIES
By Irving S. Cobb
A small town, brought to light by a
friend of who travels, clings to the
right-of-way of’a sizeable railroad. All but
one of the important trains shoot through
this town with the speed of sarcasm, and
that one stops z scornfully for about a min
ute.
That, minute is the peak of the day for
the young men-about-town, of whom there
are six. They show signs of restlessness a
half hour ahead of time and get to the sta
tion early. There they pester the agent
with questions as to whether the “flyer” is
on time.
"Here she comes, boys!” announces the
look-out whose/ ear Is attuned to catch dis
tant sounds and whose sight is also ab
normally keen.
Enter the "flyer” which coughs with hu
miliation over its detention. Half of the
men about town gather to see by how many
inches the engineer had missed, the rail
joint opposite the baggage room door with
the forward driving wheels of the locomo
tive. The others are taking shrewd peeks
into the dining car and chair car and they
nudge each other, tongue in cheek, if they
sight a good looker.
Exit the "flyer.”
The men about town gather in loose
formation for the stroll back from the out
side world. They have the air of those who
have disposed of something essential but
who have one more solemn obligation to
meet before they call it a day. This is the
stop at Joe’s soft drink place.
Here they line up, each in his place, at
2:53, Sunday excepted. According to my
informant, this dialogue is rigidly followed,
day in and day out, even to inflection of
the voice:
Joe —Flyer in?
The men about town (in chorus) —Yep,
in—and gone.
The Prunes were the most parsimonious
family in PJnnketville. They chose their
friends very carefuly—for what they could
get out of them. In particular they "culti
vated” the Plums, who were wealthy and
had social position.
A few weeks later a friend told the Prunes
that “the Plums are totally ruined, and are
going to appeal for help to all their friends.”
“Oh, George,” sighed Mrs. Prune, "isn’t it
lucky thatswe are angry at them?”
understood some of it, enough to make the
fight.
Again his lids drooped. He was slipping
away from her; again he had lapsed into
unconsciousness. But as she waited breathe
lees in the intensity of her interest, she saw
that he no longer moved his head from side
to side. He eeemed less restless. Once in a
while he muttered something, but although
Gloria bent her head to catch what be said,
his speech was not coherent.
After what seemed an eternity, Gloria
became conscious of the nurse at her side.
“He’s quieter now, Mrs. Templeton. And
I think you ought to take this time to rest.
You’ll need your strength for the days
ahead. I’m going to take his temperature
now, and I shouldn’t be surprised if hie
fever has dropped a little. You can be sure
I’ll call you if for any reason you are
needed.”
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