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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
For, 10, He that formeth the mountains,
ind createth the wind, and declareth unto
man what is His thought, that maketh the
morning darkness, and treadeth' upon the
high places of the earth, the Lord, the
God of hosts, is His name. —Amos 4:13.
Georgia Tobacco
|HE splendid success of tobacco growers
in Georgia this year, and the good
prices obtained, have attracted wide-
T
spread attention and opened up immense
possibilities. In fact there seems to be no
limit to production here, for Georgia’s di
verse climate and varied soils are adapted to
practically all commercial varieties. The crop
is not as difficult as cotton, less hazardous,
more easily handled, and, like cotton, has
the whole world for its market.
Conservative estimates at the opening of
the marketing season placed the value of
Georgia crop at six million dollars, but,
these estimates were based on far smaller
selling prices than were obtained in many
sections. The realization of these prices and
the fine yield have put heart into that sec
tion of the state which had been hardest hit
by the boll weevil and to whose farmers the
future has seemed without hope. Undoubt
edly tobacco growing will rapidly extend to
all except the mountainous sections, and'
even there valleys will be found adapted to
certain varieties. The finest tobacco in the
world is said to come from a mountain valley
in Cuba.
The extent of the tobacco business in the
United States may be judged from the fact
that while every country in the world pro
duces tobacco for the market, more than one
fourth of the whole product is grown in this
country. The world's total tobacco crop
was four and a half billion pounds in 1922,
to which the United States contributed thir
teen hundred thousand. It will surprise
most people to hear that India, as a pro
ducer of stands second on the list,
with one million pounds.
The value of the American crop was
around twenty-five cents per pound, an aver
age price which was, it appears, exceeded in
Georgia this year by unskilled growers.
The American crop, large as it was in
1 922, did not keep us from importing nearly
seventy-six million pounds, most of which
was, probably, wrapper tobacco. In this con
nection it is recalled that many years ago.
Georgia Sumatra leaf from the great planta
tion near Bainbridge, was awarded first prize
at the Paris exposition.
Botanically tobacco is knowjn as Nico
tiana tobacum, and belongs to the general :
order Solanaceal, which includes both the
edible potato and eggplant and the poison
ous nightshade. It is said by authorities to
have originated in Central of South America
at a time not recorded; but a few weeks ago.
among the Ozark mountains, under the
shelving limestone ledges, tobacco was found
with prehistoric mummies and many imple
ments of stone and vessels of pottery. No
pipes were found. The age of these relics
is placed at about two thousand years, which
puts them back into the times of King Tut. 1
The presence of tobacco w'ith these mum
mies suggests that the inhabitants had made
their way up from points much farther
south. The absence of smoking pipes is ex
plainable in the light of the reports of Co
lumbus, that the use of tobacco among the
Indians was partly ceremonial, as it is to
day. Columbus first came into contact with
tobacco in November, 1492, in Cuba. A
Franciscan monk who accompanied him on
his second voyage in 1494, observed that to
bacco was used as snuff among the Indians,
tpia ghawioa- ct lolja££9 first observed
THE ATLANTA TRI-WEEKLY JOURNAL
■ on the coast of South America in 1 502.
Smoking tobacco was an immemorial custom
in America, and spread over England, the
European continent and the world, from to
bacco carried back by Ralph Lane and given
to Lord Raleigh, though the first tobacco was
carried to Europe by a physician in 1558,
where it was accredited with almost miracu
lous powers as a healing herb. Spencer re
fers to it. as “divine,” and Lilly as “our holy
herb.” Raleigh found consolation in a pipe
ful, smoked just before ‘he ascended the
scaffold. A French chemist named Nicotin
gave it a chemical analysis, and the botanists
gave it his name.
But the way of the weed was not always
smooth. There came an era when many of
the ills of life were attributed to tobacco,
and a campaign of prohibition was waged
against it, that makes our eighteenth
amendment's birth throes seem feeble.
Church and state and city condemned it,
and the severest penalties were inflicted on
its devotees —the knout, imprisonment and
even capital punishment. The tobacco boot
legger's trade was a risky one. But tobacco
won, and now even the flapper blows smoke
in the world’s face, as Thos. Partington
would say, “with perfect impurity.”
Wh en Riches Take Wings
ROMANCE has had its say on our trans
continental air mail flights; now it is
the turn of business to speak. Keenly
as the sky voyage from New York to San
Francisco, in only thirty hours, appeals to
imagination, it comes home no less strongly
to the canny sense which perceives that time
is money. Bankers, merchants, lenders, bor
rowers and men of affairs in general are
realizing that three days saved in the trans
mission of funds, or their equivalent, across
the continent multiplies the “available cash
reserve” by millions of dollars.
Three hundred million a day is the esti
mate of Congressman Kelly, who explains in
the current number of the Aero Digest just
how the increase will be brought to pass.
“In the ordinary course of banking business,”
he writes, “we have what is called the mone
tary “float,” that is checks or other nego
tiable papers which are, during transit, un
available for use. A check entrusted to the
mails at New York and going by the ordi
nary route can not be used as funds until
five days later, when it arrives in San Fran
cisco. In other words, it is out of use en
route. But, if that same check reaches San
Francisco twenty-four to thirty hours after it
has been placed in the mails at New York,
the recipient has an additional three days in
which to make financial turnovers with the
money, a thing impossible under the old
methods of transit. Inasmuch as millions of
dollars are thus transported, and it is esti
mated that the transportation of funds in one
form or another to be distributed throughout
the various industrial centers between New
York and San Francisco amounts to three
hundred million dollars a day, if half of this
can be released by the night air mail there
will be one hundred and fifty million dollars
a day, or forty-five billion dollars a year,
available for conducting business that is
otherwise constantly out of circulation.”
• Suppose that air mail lines ran north and
south as well as east and west. The addition
?to the ready cash reserve then would be
three hundred million dollars a day, if Con
gressman kelly has figured aright. The
•more conservative bankers think that his
reckoning is beyond the mark, but they has
ten to add that the daily amounts thus set
free will certainly run into tens of millions
for the east-and-west territory alone. So
seasoned a thinker in the world of affairs
Mr. Robert E. Cowie, president of the Ameri
can Railway Express company advises that
“every business and industrial establishment
in the country appoint its own aviation inves
tigation committee from the personnel of its
executives and engineers,” and that they
study the subject “with a view to ascertain
ing wherein aircraft may be employed with
profit to the particular business or industry
in question.” Such inquiry, he believes, will
lead certainly to this conclusion: “That avi
ation. being essentially a time-saver, is a
valuable aid to industry and commerce.
These facts established, where is the busl- i
ness man or the business organization, for
that matter, willing to continue to neglect
the employment of aviation in the conduct of
business affairs?”
The air mail service is he forerunner of
j sundry enterprises in commercial aeronaut
ics; where it leads, lines for other classes of
transport will follow without long delay.
I Measures looking to the expansion of postal
aviation will be urged at the next session of
Congress. Their importance can hardly be
overgauged, for the development of this great
empire of opportunity depends largely upon
the Government's thus opening the way.
QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES
Rents were exceedingly high in that part
of the city in which the young couple felt
'! they had to live. After looking at apartment
: after apartment they began to get discour
aged.
At length, after looking at one that just
■ suited them, they expressed indignation when
' the agent told them the rent would be $l5O
! a inontn.
| “I can't ask less, because of the view,"
i the agent said.
“Well, I'll tell you what we’ll do.” the
young husband replied. “You knock off SSO
a mouth and we ll sign a contract never to
look at the view.”
After the evening performance, the mem
! bers of the chorus were talking together in
i the dressing room.
“I had a long chat with the leading lady
tonight.” said one of them, in important
tones.
“Did you?’’ replied her friend; "and what
did she have to talk about?’’
“Oh,” went on the first, “she said. T s you
must keep sniffling during my big song, for
g&kg sniff quietly,' ” _ ..
HIS BROTHER’S WIFE
BY RUBY M. AYRES
CHAPTER LV
t ES—go on,” said David.
\ “I took her home, sir. She was in
deep mourning, and looked too ill
Alone in London
to be allowed to go alone, I thought; and
she asked me if I could make a few in
quiries for her —about the list of passen
gers. She wanted to know if her friends
were saved. I asked her to tell me their
names. First of all she said that a Mrs.
Nigel Bretherton was her friend, and after
wards she corrected herself, and said that
she was a Mrs. Robert Durham. I didn’t
think much of it at the time —it was before
I came into your office, sir—but afterwards
when there used to be letters and business
to do for Mr. Bretherton here, it struck me,
as being a strange coincidence.”
“Yes—and you never saw this lady
again?”
“Yes, I did, and she. told me that her
name was Mary Furnival. I-—-I went to see
her once.” He looked apologetically at Da
vid; perhaps he guessed something of the
true story. “But afterwards she said she
was going away to stay with friends for a
time; she wouldn’t let me know her ad
dress, though I asked for it. But I saw it—
I saw it quite by chance on a label tied to
some of her luggage.
lie stopped once more. Both men looked
up eagerly.
David Bretherton spoke for the first
time.
“And what was the address?”
“The Red Grange, Selmont, shire.
But—but that isn’t all, sir. There was a
name above it, and the name was ‘Mrs. Nigel
Bretherton.”
• * •
Mary Furnival had never been so utterly
wretched in all her life as when she found
herself back in London once more and quite
alone.
When she woke the first morning in the
small, stuffy room which she had rented
from a landlady of former days, she lay
still for a moment, listening to the rumble
of passing traffic with a feeling of utter
forlornness.
It was so different to the Red Grange.
She had only to shut her eyes to picture the
big, sunny bedroom, the dainty furniture
and rose curtains, the wide sweep of lawn
and garden outside the window.
Oh, to be back there again! To know
that when she opened her eyes she would
find that this last night had been nothing
but a dream —a bad dream from which she
had wakened forever!
But there was the ugly little room, with
its Venetian blind in which several laths
were broken, the bright-colored oleographs
in their cheap frames, the painted chest of
drawers and rickety washstand.
This was her home now. She had only
been an interloper in that other. She had
never really had any right there. It was
only what she deserved—to be turned out
of her paradise.
She knew that she would have to look
out for work agaiji at once. She had spent
most of that quarter's small income on the
few things she had had to buy before it
had been possible to go to the Red Grange.
Work! Office work and drudgery! How
she had grown tp hate the very sound of
it in the past happy weeks!
But Mary was no weakling. After the first
moment of anguish she .faced the future res
olutely. She had managed to keep herself
before. Well, she would do it again. The
only possible thing was to shut out the past,
bolt and bar the door of her heart against
memory, and be prepared for whatever
might come.
She spent the first day tramping from of
fice to office in search of work, but the re
sult was discouraging. In spite of the war
and the consequent shortness of men, there
seemed no place for her. Many times her
name and address were taken.
“We will let you know if we hear of any
thing.”
The same old answer, the same old excuse
with which she had so often been put off
before.
SJie got back to her room at night tired
and dispirited. The day had seemed endless.
Her feet ached with tramping the pavements.
Surely it was only in a dream that she had
ever walked the velvety lawns of the Red
Grange and driven with David!
She had kept her thoughts resolutely from
him so far, but now, alone and wearied, the
memory of him came surging back to her.
How he must hate her now if he knew
everything! And, of course, he did know
—Monty Fisher would have told him. How
he must hate her!
She spread her arms on the little round
table, and laid her head oil*them.
The Red Grange! It sounded to her very
much as the name Fairyland must to a child
—as something wonderful and unreal, some
thing of which one only hears and never
dares hope to see. ■
And yet once she had been there. Once,
for a few short days, she had had her peep
at paradise. Nothing could take that from
her. She would always have the memory to
hug to her heart.
It was on the second day that she met
Dora Fisher, and she came back choking
and afraid. Something in the other girl's
insolent beauty had sot fire to the shuddering
jealousy in her heart.
David would marry Dora! In spite of all
he had said, she believed that he would.
Dora would go back to the Red Grange as
a happy wife, whilst she— Always the world
had turned a cold shoulder to her —always
her place had been in the shadows.
She hardly gave a serious thought to
Dora's last words. She did not really be
lieve that David was thinking of punishing
her for what she had done.
And, after all, what had she done? De
ceive him—yes. But he was in no way the
loser for it. unless one counted the few
happy drives she had taken with him. the
few nights she had spent tinder his roof, the
few meals she had taken at his table.
If she had been the adventuress they
would all thank her. she would not have
been satisfied with that. She would have
wanted money and clothes, and perhaps
jewels.
The tears rushed to her eyes as she
thought of Miss Varney. The old lady had
been so good to her. had been genuinely
fond of her. she was sure. Would she. too,
now hate her. as David assuredly would?
She tried to drink the tea the landlandy
brought for her. but the thick slices of
bread-and-butter and the cheap tin tray, with
no dainty linen cloth to hide its ugliness,
brought a lump to her throat. It was ab
surd. so she tried to argue.
She rose resolutely from the table. She
felt, that she would go mad if she stayed
any longer in this room with its stuffiness
and ugliness.
She took her hat and went out.
Tuesday—“ The Wheel of Fate." Renew
non to avoid a chA.pt er.
IMRE TALES THE WORLD AROUND
V' rIENNA.—The little town of Stainz, nfear
Graz in Styria, (Austria), is becoming
celebrated on account of its miracle
doctor, Johann Reinbacher, popularly called
“Hollerhansl.” He lives in a small cottage
and receives his patients in a consulting
room which serves as waiting room as well,
where he diagnoses his visitor's illness from
secretions. He is described as a meager
peasant, with sharp features, who works in
a blue apron and with a hat on his head,
assisted by his “secretary,” a boy of sixteen
or seventeen, who writes out the prescrip
tions. As a rule his medicines are simple,
consisting mostly of herbs. Immense crowds
flock to his place, who wait for many hours,
sometimes even a whole night and part of
the following day, %intil their turn comes,
so that frequently he starts work at 4 a. m.,
pausing only for short intervals of meals.
Owing to lack of time, he is unable to
answer the numberless letters of inquiry that
reach him daily. Being a very pious Catho-'
lie, he does not receive patients on Sun
days. He built a chapel and a large church
at Stainz. His popularity is so great through
out Styria, that the doctors have ostracised
him as a dangerous competitor; and from
time to time th'e authorities try to make
things uncomfortable for him. His earnings
are declared to be enormous, and many anec
dotes are told about him. One day a very
fat visitor came to consult him, but the
miracle doctor, after the usual inspection,
said: “My dear fellow, I won’t give you
any medicine, for in two hours you will be
a corpse.” The fat visitor laughed, went to
an inn at Stainz, drank half a litre of wine—■
and, exactly two hours afterwards he fell
dead, struck by apoplexy.
TH E GROTTOES OF POSTHUMIA
ROME. —The famous stalactite caverns
of the little town of Adelsberg now belong to
Italy. They have received the new name of
Posthumia and are the largest and most
magnificent formations of the kind in Eu
rope. They extend in the heart of the earth
for a distance of over twelve miles, of which
only about half has as yet been explored.
The Italian government is making the grot
toes more accessible to the public by the in
stallation of a small railway line, which runs
from the entrance to the so-called “Mount of
Calvary,” passing through all the variegated
beauty of the glittering stalactites. Boats
will soon ply on certain parts of the mysteri
ous underground river, the Piuca, which
flows through the caverns at a great depth.
Every year at Whitsuntide, a great popular
festival and ball i$ held in the largest cav
ern, which measures 665 feet by 640 feet,
and is 100 feet high. It is thronged by the
inhabitants of all the neighboring districts,
in their national costumes, and it would be
difficult to imagine a more fantastic and
fairylike scene than this brilliantly illumi
nated, vast, scintillating ballroom. This year
a concert was Held for the first' time in a
I circular cavern with a dome-shaped roof
I known as the “Elysian Fields,” which has
been discovered to possess considerable
acoustic properties. Only quite recently a
small grotto has been found of which the
Avails seem made of jewels in rainbow hues.
When Carmen Silva, the former quean of
Rumania, visited the Grottoes of Posthumia
she wrote in the visitor's book: “Fairy tales
| are still real—underground.”
HEAVY SLUMP IN MARRIAGES
LONDON. —The great decrease in the mat-
LOOK FOR THE GOOD “
By H. Addington Bruce
FOR many, many years the story has been
told of an old lady who so insistently
found pleasant things to say of other i
people as to irritate a less charitable niece.
In a moment of exasperation the niece one i
day exclaimed:
“Auntie, I do believe you would see some
thing to praise in Satan himself.”
To which came the old lady’s response,
with twinkling eyes:
“Well, my dear, I am sure you will at
least have to acknowledge that he is very
industrious.”
Os the multitudes who have smiled at this
j ancient tale, how many, I wonder, have ap
preciated that, after all, the philosophy un
derlying the aunt's insistent seeking for the
good is an exceedingly wise and helpful
philosophy.
It does not mean—certainly it should
never mean—a wilful blinding of oneself to
the bad —to the false, the ignoble, the pain
ful and the unpleasant.
But it does mean recognition of the fact
that always it is possible td find some re
deeming feature, and that to dwell on this
rather than on the disagreeable is both
kinder to others and makes for one’s greater
peace of mind.
Making for one’s peace of mind it like
wise makes for one's increased well-being.
Because of the repeated glow of cheerful
ness that it brings with it, there is a repeat
ed quickening of all the bodily processes.
This we know for a certainty, thanks to
modern scientific researches into the effects
of various mental states on the physical or
ganism.
'And, for that matter, everyday observa
tion leaves no doubt that your kindly seeker
for the good tends to outlive by far cylical,
proclaimers of the faults in people. The
latter never can know abounding health, if
merely by reason of their pessimistic harp
ing on the unpleasant.
Nor is it only the good in persons that
should be sought. Equally desirable is it to '
look for good in things. Paschal’s affirma
tion is as true today as the day he penned it:
“All things can be looked at from some
particular viewpoint so that they will seem
to us good. We should know how to regard
them so that they will seem to be to our ad
vantage.”
There are bound to come occasions and
I situations in which the maxim, “Look for
j the good.” may seem to have the hollow
ring of mockery. Yet these are precisely
the moments when the effort should most
earnestly be made to act in accordance
with it.
The making of such effort may result—
and for many people has resulted —in giving \
power to endure the seemingly unendurable.
•to escape the seemingly unescapable, to
■ achieve the seemingly impossible. Whereas
mournfully to envisage the unpleasant occa
sion or situation means inevitably a lessen
ing instead of an augmenting of power.
In more senses than one. Milton's saying
. holds true. “Good the more communicated
more abundant grows.”
(Copyright. 1924.)
Some people surely make so much of
their little troubles because they fear that
they may never have any great nes.
“Where is tomorrow?” asks a poet. We
really don’t know, but if there is such a
thing it must be in nature’s workshop in an
unfinished state.
“Please let me have a bite to eat.” asked ,
'he tramp at the back door, aud Bridget let’
’he disheveled creature into the kitchen.
He had no sooner taken one step inside the
door, however, when Bridget bethought her
. self of her newly scrubbed floors.
“You'd better go out again and wipe your
fee’.” she ordered severely.
“There really isn't much u=e. rna'am,” the
tramp mlied. “I only walked a few steps;
■ round to the back way from my automobile. " <
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER «, 1924
ter of marriages in London during the past
four years is likely to be even greater this
year. The annual report of the medical of
ficer for London revealed a fall of 22 per
cent, in the marriage rate since 1 920, and a
corresponding drop in the birth rate. In
1919 and 1920 the number of marriages was
abnormal. Men had left the army with
their bonus or gratuity, trade was booming,
and many were making more money than
they were ever likely to make again. But
since, the trade, slump set in young men
hesitate to add to their responsibilities,
while the difficulty of getting houses is of
course a contributory reason with the cost,
of living.
FOUR WORK DAYS A WEEK
HELSINGFORS.—The Central Institute of
Labor in Moscow proposes that'the Russian
calendar should be radically reformed, and
that the “proletarian year” should have 360
days. There would be twelve months, each
containing six weeks. A week would consist
of only five days, four being working days
and one a resting day. There would thus be
six idle days a month, but the Krasnaya Ga
zeta points out that, on the other hand, a
nine-hour working day will be introduced.
FIRST FLIGHT AT 108
MELBOURN, Australia.—Harry Moore,
the Oldest sailor in the world, celebrated his
108th birthday by taking an airplane flight.
It was the first time he has ever attempted.
The flight was made at Melbourne, Australia,
where the old sailor has lived for the last,
two years. He was born in Jamaica in 1816.
“I would like to fly all day now I have
started,” he said after he landed on the con
clusion of his flight. “It was a wonderful
experience, and 1 do not think I have ever
had a better one.” He could not understand
why people were afraid to go up, to him it
seemed as safe as traveling in a stage coach.
Moore is probably the oldest man in the
world to take an airplane flight. He laughed
and joked while cap and goggles were put on
at the airdrome, and he climbed with agility
into the rear seat. In a few minutes he was
flying over Melbourne, where he came first
in a sailing ship in 1847.
WOMEN IN PARLIAMENT
• ROME.—With regard to the question what
country had admitted most women to par
liament and how many there are in each as
sembly, it appears that in England there are
eight women elected into parliament at the
last elections. Three belong to the Conserv
ative party, two to the Liberal and the other
three to the Labor party. In Switzerland
there are four in the lower chamber; they do
not belong to any particular party. There
is also a senatrice in Switzerland. In Finn
land there is only one, but she is undoubt
edly the dean of political women in Europe.
In fact, Miss Furuhjelm has been elected to
the chamber in five consecutive elections and
has been there for fifteen years. In Iceland
one single woman senator. In Holland there
are seven women to represent the weaker
sex, all laureates and belonging to various
parties. One single woman belonging to the
Socialist party has been elected in Hungary.
Czecho-Slovakia, on the contrary, has a large
number of women, thirteen out of a hundred
and four deputies and three at the senate
out of a hundred and four senators. But
Germany beats the record, with /thirty-six
women taking part in the reichstag.
GENIUS
By Dr. Frank Crane
A GENIUS is a superior human machine.
He gets a great deal of praise and re
ward, but in truth he deserves no
credit, for his best work is automatic.
Nothing is more mechanical than origi
nality.
For the brilliant ideas are never produced
by tiresome effort; they pop up out of. the
subconsciousness without any promptings
from us.
Note your own bright inventions. You
have been thinking over a matter for days,
until perhaps you? have given it up and put
it aside in despair; and then suddenly,
apropos of nothing at all, while you are
boarding a street car or getting your shoes
shined, click!—-you have it!—the solution
flashes full-born into your mind.
You may say it “just came” to you. Bet
ter. it just came out of you. For after your
conscious intelligence had chewed and
chewed upon it, you swallowed it, so to
speak, and it passed down into your subcon
scious intelligence, then was digested and
prepared, and when perfected suddenly reap
peared in your consciousness, after the man
ner- of ruminants. >
A genius is a person who is endowed with
a powerful subconscions mill for grinding
out ideas.
He does not necessarily have a trained
mind; he must have a wonderful sub-mind.
The physician who is a genius looks over
the patient and the correct diagnosis “just
comes” to him. That is the genuine God
made doctor. The man-made product of the
schools tries to pierce the mysteries of life
with his bare brains and stumbles into an
inextricable maze.
The lawyer genius penetrates at once into
the gist of a case. Study and experience may
help him, but nothing can take the place of
that inward nature-born sharpness of vision.
The literary genius is one to whom the
right word “comes,” the priest genius is the
one with the X-ray of ethical sympathy, the
artist genius is the worker whose subcon
scious soul grasps the truth of beauty with
uneering taste.
< That is why no genius can explain him
self. Michael Angelo or Conan Doyle or
Paderewski can not tell how he does it. He
doesn't know. The great things he does are
nonconscious.
There is ground for believing Khat there Is
as much difference between the genius and
the common man as '.ere is between man
and the animals.
Kant says: "The greatest discoverer in
the sphere of science differs only in degree
from the ordinary man; the genius, on the
other hand, differs specifically.”
(Copyright, 1924.)
MY FAVORITE STORIES
BY Irvin S. Cobb
It was a visiting Englishman, newly ar
rived in our land, who entered a table d’hote
restaurant in a Louisiana town with intent
to dine. The establishment, being near
the coast, specialized in sea foods.
To the stranger the two opening courses
were both in the nature of novelties. How
ever, he. partook freely of the crawfish I
gumbo and the shrimp Creole. But when |
the waiter brought him an individual oyster |
patty containing one large swollen Bayou
Cook oyster enveloped in fluffy pastry, the
Britisher's eyes widened.
Gingerly he touched the contents with
his fork. Then, with an expression of min
gled surprise and distress upon his face,/
he hailed the head waiter, who chanced to
be passing his table.
“Whut’s de trouble, boss?” inquired that |
functionary, ranging up alongside.
“Really, I carn’t say,” stated the startled
patron; ‘Tut it would appear that some
thing has t. , vb'd into my bun and expired '
■ here.”
Copyright, 1921.) > . '
MOVIE MAD
BY HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
What has gone before— Gloria King
comes to Hollywood with the idea of
making good in the movies. ■ She be
comes hardened by the life, and is fool
ish enough to marry Rolf Templeton,
the great screen star, a man she de
spises, but one who can further her ca
reer. Later she leaves him, and it is.
then that she makes good through tal
ent alone. Bj’ this time, however, she
has become spoiled, and plunges intu x
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 regaining her
freedom, Rolf is seized with pneumonia.
The doctor sends for her, and in his de
lirium Rolf tells her over and over that
he loves her. (Tloria realizes in that
moment that she, too, cares.— Now go
on with the story.
CHAPTER XLIV
The Fight Goes On
IN the days that followed, it seemed to
Gloria that she was only half alive.
Manning stopped work on “Woman Eter
nal,” knowing well that Gloria would find •
it impossible to come to the studio, but 1
Gloria knew of the outside world only vague
ly, for she saw no one.
People called. The rumor about the col
ony that the Templetons were planning a
divorce was nipped in the bud. To be sure
Vera Vamp insisted that Gloria’s presence
in the Templeton house really meant noth
ing. and there were a few others who were
inclined to agree with her.
“Gloria's wise,” Vera insisted with a
shrewd smile. “She knows s he value of .
publicity. When it gets noised abroad that,
she played the devoted wife during her hus-£
band’s illness, the public will be crazier
about her than ever. Don’t tell me she
isn’t bearing that 7 thought in mind. I know
a thing or two.”
But for the most part, the colony was
friendly, aiid quite genuinely concerned. Tha
big house on Mansion Boulevard was fra-<
grant with flowers. Each morning Gloria
attended to these herself, Ginger following
her from room to room like a small puppy.
It was a comfort having Ginger, It was al
most like an established bond between Rolf
and herself.
The days dragged, and each time that
Gloria saw Rolf, she felt that he was weak
er. He had wasted to a shadow of him
self. There were purple rings beneath his
eyes, and always the scorching fever burned
in. him, until it seemed as if he could not
possibly live through another day.
Oxygen tanks were set up in the corridor
outside of Rolf’s room. Gloria saw these
with an ominous sinking of the hear’, al
though Dr. Irwin was quick |o reassure her.
“We may not need them at all, but it's
just as well to have them handy in case wo
should,” he explained.
Gloria nodded, not believing him in the
least.
There came a day when f? anything he
seemed worse. Always before, Gloria had
been able to quiet him by holding his hands
and speaking soothingly to him as she would
have lo a’child. Once he had even looked up
into her eyes, a smile in his own, and she
had caught the whisper, “I’m fighting.” On
that day she had allowed herself tb hope. But
today she could not reach him at all.
Through the long hours she sat beside him
listening to him call her name over and over.
Once she thought that he had stopped breath
ing. She cried out in sudden fear, and Miss
Mitchell hurrying over to the bed, had' pushed
up his pajama sleeve, and given him a hyper
dermic. After that the labored breathing had
begun again, and although Gloria held his
hands tight, striving with all her soul to
pierce his brain with the consciousness of
her presence, she could not reach him.
That night, Dr. Irwin Insisted that Gloria
have dinner and go for a short walk. She
protested, but the doctor was adamant, and
she had to go. When she returned, she was
almost afraid to enter the house. Her knees
shook under her lest she be greeted with the
news that it was all over. She did not dare
to think that, would happen to her then.
But she found things very much the same,
and again she took up her watch beside the
bed. As the time passed, it seemed to her
that he could not go on living like this. His
labored breathing must stop, the strain on his
heart was too much to bear, but each time his
breath caught in his throat he would choke,
but still go on breathing. It seemed miracul
ous and somehow cruel. In all her life, Glo
ria had never seen any one suffer like this, '
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