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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
In the beginning God created the heaven
and the earth. And the earth was without
form, and void; and darkness was upon
the face of the deep. And the spirit of
God moved upon the face of the waters.
And God said. Let there be light; and there
was light.—Genesis 1:1-3.
A Tw o-Edged Slogan
1?’ THE campaign four years ago, the late
President Harding promised the country
“less government in business and more
business in government.” The slogan caught
the popular fancy. It sounded new and orig
inal, and in some quarters it was hailed as
foreshadowing a new era In the administra
tion of affairs at Washington. It made votes
for the Repuljlican ticket, and no doubt
prompted the Republican nominees to go a
step further in their campaign addresses by
adding that the administration would call to
Washington a cabinet of the “best, minds” to
translate into action the double-barreled
maxim.
In the present campaign, President Cool
idge hasn’t said much of anything. Certainly
to him can not be credited the coinage of any
such catchy phrases as marked the utter
ances of his immediate predecessor. But Mr.
Coolidge evidently is mindful of the acclaim
with which the country received the promise
of “less government in business and more
business in government,” for he occasionally
adverts to a part of this slogan in his public
remarks.
Recently, at Washington, the president told
a convention of retail druggists that it should
be the aim of governmental administration to
make its contacts with business as few as
possible. No doubt Mr. Coolidge still be
lieves as firmly as ever in the principle of
“business in government,” but the miserable
and disgraceful record made by some of the
“best minds” of the administration along this
Une wisely prompted him to make no refer
ence to the other half of the popular campaign
slogan. He rested his appeal to the druggists
on “less government in business.”
■ When the sorry record of the Harding-
Coolidge administration is reviewed there is
small wonder that the president makes no
allusions to “business in government.” The
organization of the department of justice by
Harry Daugherty, the disgracefully corrupt
management of the interior department, the
ignorance and incompetence displayed in
the navy department, and the criminal mis
management of the veterans’ bureau stand
out as glaring examples of “more business in
government.” The “best minds” scored
heavily.
Commenting on the business inefficiency of
the aamtnistration at the New
York Journal of Commerce, which certainly
can not be rated as unfriendly to the Repub
lican party, pointedly observes;
Looking at the question a little more
broadly we may analyze the problem
of real efficiency in the narrow
sense of the term. Was the treasury
efficient when it “put out” some
twenty-five experienced and faithful men
of long standing, then two years later
decided that there was no basis for the
charges against them? Have we done
wisely in keeping our public debt in
short-dated form merely to please
some elements in the community, when
by refunding it under the present low
rates of interest we could have provided
for it on a very economical basis through
out its whole life? Has the shipping
board in pursuance of the Harding poli
cies been successful in introducing econ
omy and efficiency into its great busi
ness enterprise? Has there, in short,
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been any genuine increase in convenience
and advantage? Conservative students
of (he situation at Washington do not
think so.
I In justice to President Coolidge it is only
I fair to remark that he has been in office just
a little more than a year, and obviously he
could not reorganize the entire government
in that short space. But the fact is that
during his relatively short administration
Mr. Coolidge has made no progress whatever
toward setting in order the disordered and
disarranged administrative departments and
bureaus at Washington. It was with evident
reluctance that he finally permitted Daugh
erty to resign, for it will be recalled that ho
twice refused to accept the resignation, which
had been tendered, and permitted Daugherty
| to remain at the head of the department of
justice long after his unfitness had become
entirely apparent.
Mr. Coolidge has talked efficiency and
economy, and talked it well, but be seems
unable to accomplish anything, which brings
to mind one of the most serious and well
grounded complaints that have been lodged
against him, and that is his impotence in
handling the affairs of government and In
dealing with congress.
The fact is that Mr. Coolidge, like the late
president, has offered nothing of his own.
True, he has objected to certain measures in
i congress, but his objections have amounted
to little or nothing. In the matter of the
soldier bonus, his personal and political ad
visers, among them Lodge, of Massachusetts,
and Brandagee, of Connecticut, voted to over
ride his veto. They paid no attention to his
leadership, and so it is with bls administra
tion of departmental matters. His views
seem to get him nowhere, and now with the
campaign on the president apparently is
yielding to the dictates of expediency, and
relying on silence to pull him through.
It is as John W. Davis said in his recent
speech at Baltimore, the administration’s
chief characteristic is silence. Said he:
If scandals break out in the govern-
ment, the way to treat them is—silence.
If petted industries make exorbitant
profits under an extortionate tariff, the
answer is—silence.
If the League of Nations or foreign
powers invite us into .conference on ques
tions of world-wide importance, again the
answer is—silence.
If race and religious prejudices threat
en our domestic harmony the answer
is—silence.
If a wandering secretary of the navy
plans a speaking trip in the west, as soon
as the fact is discovered he is brought
back to Washington and reduced to—
silence.
If a congressional committee wishes to
investigate the treasury the answer is—•
silence!
It is gratifying to note from some of the
newspapers that are supporting Mr. Coolidge
that he may speak out some time before the
campaign ends, and tell the country just what
he wants and expects to do, in the event of
election, concerning the many Issues in which
the country feels a natural interest.
QUIZ
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get the answer to any question puzzling
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Q. What is now the average length of life?
G. H.
A. Latest natio. es show that the average
duiation of life is 48.7 years. That the aver
age length of human life has been nearly
doubled within a few. centuries is due the im
proved conditions of living, To the progress
of civilization, and especially to the improved
sanitary conditions. Thus, the mean dura
tion of human life in France at the close of
the eighteenth century was 29 years; in the
period from 1817 to 1831 the "average rose
to 3 9 years, and between 1840 and 1859 to
40 years. For England it has been from 39
to 43. For Massachusetts, the average is
about 40, and in New York City 33.3 The
mean normal longevity may not lie the same
in all races. The negroes of Senegal develop
earlier than the white men, but thay are
shorter-lived; yet, when reared in the United
States, they live to a great age. This is
another proof of the profound influence of
the mode and general conditions of life on
longevity.
Q. Who owns he finest collection of fire
aims in the world? A. E. T.
j Alt is said that the royal family of Eng
land has the finest pi.vate collection in Hie
world. It was by George 111, and con
tains many pieces of historic importance.
Q. What instruments are classed as reed
■ instruments, and what ones t re brass? 11. S.
A. "Reed instruments” comprise all wind
blown instruments in which the sound is
produced by means of a reed attached to the
mouthpiece; cornets and other instruments
lin which the tone is produced bv blowing
directly into the mouthpiece, usually metal,
are known as "brass instruments.” The differ
ence is generally indicated bv the words
"brass,” "wood,” and “reed.” ' "Reeds" in
the band are saxaphone, bassoon, c’.arir■ r,
oboe, and flageolet, generally.
Q. What per cent of the crimes of todav
are committed by ex-convicts? 1 F.
A. According to a survey reported to the
Chicago Crime Commission, nearly 70 per
cent of the inmates of the prisons and peni
tentaries at the present time are what are
kiiv,..— .;3 repeatc.s," or those "ho have been
ex-convicts on more than one occasion.
I Q. Where is the largest gas field in the
world? C. C. A.
A. The bureau of mines say that at the
present time the largest gas field in the world
is located in Monroe. La. A possible alter
nate to the Monroe field is the Amarillo field,
Texas.
Q. What causes brown spots to appear on
steel engravings, and what will remove
them? J. C.
A. The brown spots that are found on steel
engravings are often due to sulphur in the
paper, which becomes brown with age. We
do not know of any method by which these
(spots may be renewed.
THE SEA HAWK
. BY RAFAEL SABATINT
(Published by Arrangement With First National Pictures,
Inc. Copyrighted by Houghton-Mifflin Company.)
What has gone before— Sir Oliver
Tressilian, renowned for his exploits on
the Spanish Main, is betrothed to Rosa
mund Godolphin; but because of per
sonal enmity growing out of land dis
putes the marriage is opposed by both
Rosamund's brother, Peter, and her
guardian, Sir John Killigrew. After his
defeat by Sir Oliver in a duel Sir John’s
antagonism is somewhat lessened;
whereas Peter's becomes increasingly
more venomous. In a drunken rage
one day, in the presence of Parson
Flack and Justice Baine and a group
of villagers, Peter insults Oliver, strikes
him with his whip, and threatening
further punishment, rides off. Oliver,
uttering a threat to kill him, starts in
furious pursuit. But good judgment
masters his temper. Rosamund, he
realizes, would never forgive him were
Peter harmed at his hands. For her
sake, therefore, he must restrain his
anger. To avoid further embroilment
with Peter lie decides to leave the vil
lage.— Now go on with the story.
(’ll AI’TER I V—(’ont in ned
HITHER he would go he did not then
determine. He might repair to Lon
don, and he might even go upon an-
w
other cruise-—an idea which he had lately
dismissed under Rosamund’s earnest inter
cession. But it was imperative that he
should quit the neighborhood, and place a
distance between Peter Godolphin and him
self until such time as he might take Rosa
mund to wife.
The resolve was firmly implanted in him
by the time he reached Penarrow, and he
felt himself uplifted by it and by the prom
ise it afforded him that thus his future hap
piness would be assured.
Himself he stabled his horse; for of the
two grooms he kept, one had by his leave
set out yesterday to spend Christmas in
Devon with his parents, the other had taken
a chill and- had been ordered to bed that
very day by Sir Oliver, who was considerate
with those that served him.
In the dining room he found supper
spread, and a great log fire blazed in the
enormous cowled fireplace, diffusing a
pleasant warmth through the vast room and
flickering rnddily upon the trophies of
weapons that adorned the walls, upon the
tapestries and the portraits of dead Tres
silians. Hearing his step, old Nicholas en
tered bearing a great candlebranch which
he set upon the table.
“You’m late, Sir Oliver,” said the servant,
“and Master Lionel bain’t home yet neither.”
Sir Oliver grunted and scowled as he
crunched a log and set if sizzling under his
wet heel. He thought of Malpas and cursed
Lionel’s folly, as, without a word, he loosed
his cloak and flung it on an oaken coffer
by the wall where already he had cast his
hat. Then he sat down, and Nicholas came
forward to draw off his boots.
When that was done and the old servant
stood up again, Sir Oliver shortly hade him
to supper.
“Master Lionel cannot be long now,”
said he. “And give me to drink, Nick. ’Tis
what I most require.”
“I’ve brewed ee a posset o’ canary sack,”
announced Nicholas; “there’m no better sup
ping o’ a frosty winter’s night, Sir Oliver.”
He departed to return present!/ with a
black jack that was steaming fragrantly. He
found his master still in the same attitude,
staring at the fire, and frowning darkly. Sir
Oliver’s thoughts were still of his brother
and Malpas, and so insistent were they that
his own concerns were for the moment quite
neglected: he was considering whether it
was not his duty, after all, to attempt a
word of .remonstrance. At length he rose
with a sigh and got to table. There he be
thought him of his sick groom, and asked
Nicholas for news of him. Nicholas reported
the fellow to be much as he had been,
whereupon Sir Oliver took up a cup and
brimmed it with the steaming posset.
“Take him that,” he said. “There’s no
better medicine for such an ailment.”
Outside fell a clatter of hoofs.
“Here be Master Lionel at last,” said the
servant.
“No doubt,” agreed Sir Oliver. “No need
ito stay for him. Here is all he needs.
Carry that to Tom ere it cools.”
It was his object to procure the servant’s
absence when Lionel should arrive, resolved
as he was to greet him with a sound rating
for his folly.
He took a deep draft of the posset, and
as he set it down he heard Lionel’s step
without. Then the door was flung open,
and his brother stood on the threshold a
moment at gaze.
Sir Oliver looked round with a scowl,
the well-considered reproof already on his
lips.
“So—” he began, and got no further.
’I he sight that met his eyes drove the
ready words from his lips and mind: instead
it was a sharp gasp of dismay that he came
immediately to his feet.
“Lionel! ”
Lionel lurched in, closed the door, and
shot home one of its bolts. Then he leaned
against if. facing his brother again. He was
deathly pale, with great dark stains under
his eyes; his ungloved right hand -was
pressed to his side, and the fingers of it
were all smeared with blood that was still
oozing and dripping from between them.
Over his yellow doublet on the right side
there was a spreading dark stain whose
nature did not intrigue Sir Oliver a moment.
“My God!” he cried, and ran to his
brother.
hat happened, Lal? Who has done
this?”
“Peter Godolphin,” came the answer from
' lips that writhed in a curious smile.
Never a word said Sir Oliver, but he set
his teeth and clenched his hands until the
nails cut into his palms. Then he put an
arm about this lad loved above all save
one in the whole world, and with anguish
in his mind he supported him forward to
the fire. There Lionel dropped to the
chair that Sir Oliver had lately occupied.
"What is your hurt, lad? Has it gone
deep?" he asked, in terror almost.
“’Tis naught—-a flesh wound; but I have
lost a mort of blood. I thought I should
have been drained or ever I got me home.”
With fearful speed Sir Oliver drew his
dagger and ripped away doublet, vest and
shirt, laying bare the lad's white flesh. A
moment’s examination, and he breathed
more freely.
“Art a very babe. Lal.” he cried in his
relief. "To ride without thought to stanch
so simple a wound, and so lose all this
blood—bad Tressilian blood though it be.”
He laughed in the immensity of his re
action from that momentary terror.
“Stay thou there whilst I call Nick to
help us dress this scratch.”
“No. no!” There was note of sudden fear
in the lad's voice, and his hand clutched
at his brother’s sleeve. "Nick must not
know. None must know, or I am undone
else.”
Sir Oliver stared, bewildered. Lionel
smiled again that curious twisted, rather
frightened smile.
“I gave better than I took. Noll.” said he.
"Master Godolphin is as cold by now as the
snow on which I left him.”
His brother’s sudden start and the fixed
i stare from out of his slowly paling face
THE ABSALOM REVOLT, ANCIENT AND I
MODERN
. BSALOM, the handsome ami ambitious !
/\ son of King David, is an ancient exam
•k pie of what is now called "the revolt of
youth.”
The writer of the Second Book of Samuel
records one of the utterances of this prince of
the house of David which reveals his spirit
most clearly: “Absalom said, Oh that I were
made judge in the land, that every man that
hath any suit, or cause might come unto me,
and 1 would do him justjee.” (11 Samuel
xv :1.)
That sounds like Absalom was sighing to be
of service, but his real motive was one of
selfishness.
The historian points out the real source of
his seeming sighing for service* this
record is made: “And Absalom rose up early,
and stood beside the way of the gate; and it
was so, that when any man who had a con
troversy came to the King for judgment, then
Absalom called unto him and said, Os what
city art thou? And he said, Thy servant is
of one of the tribes of Israel. And Absalom
said unto him, See thy matters are good and
right; but there is no man deputed of the
King to hear thee” —or, us more correctly ren
dered, "but no one listeneth to thee on the
part of the King.” (11 Samuel xv:2-3.)
If from these specious speeches of Absalom
every suspicion of his playing the part of the
demagogue could be eliminated, the remainder,
under Hie best construction, would show him
to have been an ungrateful son and an un
worthy prince.
His words imply that David, his father, was
either incapable of doing justice, if he only
had a fair chance at it. All he is recorded
as saying is a mean indictment of his royal
father and a conceited assertion of his own
superior virtue and capacity.
Similar conceptions of ambitious conceit un
derlie what is now in some quarters vaunted
as “the revolt of youth.”
The best account of this so-called “revolt of
youth” is found in a small book bearing that
title, written by a young man named Stanley
High, a student in the Boston School of The
ology. He evidently approves "the revolt of
youth,” and bases his conclusions on the fact
that younger men composed the armies in the
World War, and therefore they should bear a
leading part, if not the chief part, in what is
repetitiously called “the reconstruction of the
world.”
The general drift of the volume is seen in
the closing paragraph of his first chapter.
After devoting several pages to the “The
Young Republic,” a French “Youth Move
ment" and some influences that interlace
with it, he says: “The youth of the world
are pointing the way to the new day which I
statesmen have failed to bring to pass, a. I
larger friendship, a new internationalism is
appearing with these assertions of the
youth-spirit. Already to control the poten
tialities with which it is invested has be
come the object of preying politicians. But
the manifestation of the yoilth-spirit, as we |
shall study them in succeeding chapters, fur- '
nish constructive evidence that, from the be-1
wildering confusion which seems to have en
gulfed the world a new world structure may '
arise, built, perhaps, after the manner of the;
ideals which youth professes.”
Then in eight chapters he proceeds to
give in rough outline (quite rough and in
accurate) “the Youth Movement in England,
Germany, Czecho-Slovakia, Poland, Austria,
Russia, Latin-America, China and Japan.-
In his tenth chapter—the last in his book
—young Mr. High proposes some sort of in
ternational “League of Youth” to provide
“the mechanics for giving that spirit (i. e.,
the youth-spirit) expression.”
It seems never to have occurred to the
vivacious young author that all wars have
been fought by young men. This is so
because of physical necessity. But because I
young men only are physically qualified for
military service, it does not follow that they i
are therefore wiser and better than all the
older people. In the war they were led by
quite mature men. and not by any of their
beardless comrades. Marshal Foch was
qualified for leadership by many years of
patient study. General Pershing has been i
retired recently on account of his having !
reached the age limit prescribed by law, and ■
“Papa Joffre” was old when the World war
began.
The young men of our army behaved well,
and they deserve unstinted honor for the
part they played; but there were some most
important parts that they were not prepared
to sustain. Not a few of them doubtless
will yet render great service in civil life
when years of growth have brought their
powers to maturity.
Another mistake of this youthful author
is that in all lands there is a youth move
ment akin to every other youth-movement
throughout the world, springing from the ;
same impulses, and directed to the same ;
ends. This is not true at all.
scared Lionel a little. He observed, almost ,
subconsciously, the dull red wheal that came
into prominence as the color faded out of
Sir Oliver’s face, yet never thought to ask
how it came there. His own affairs possess
ed him to completely.
“What’s this?” quoth Oliver at last,
hoarsely.
Lionel dropped his eyes, unable longer
to meet a glance that was becoming ter
rible.
“He would have it,” he growled almost
sullenly, answering the reproach that was
written in every line of his brother’s taut
body. “I had warned him not to cross
my path. But tonight I think some mad
ness had seized upon him. He affronted :
me, Noll; he said things which it was be
yond human power to endure, and—”
He shrugged to complete his sentence.
"Well, well,” said Oliver in a small voice. j
“First let us tend this wound of yours.”
"Do not call Nick,” was the other’s swift
admonition. "Don’t you see, Noll?” he ex
plained in answer to the inquiry of his
brother’s stare, “don’t you see that we
fought there almost in the dark and without
witnesses. It —” he swallowed—“it will be
called murder, fair fight though it was; ■
and should it be discovered that it was I—”
He shivered and his glance grew wild;
his lips twitched.
“I see.” said Oliver, who understood at
last, and he added bitterly : “You fool!”
“I had no choice,” protested Lionel. "He
came at me with his drawn sword. Indeed,
I think he was half drunk. I warned him
of what must happen to the other did either
of us fall, but he hade me not concern my
self with the fear of any such consequences
to himself. He was full of foul words of
me and you and all who ever bore our
name. He struck me with the fiat of his
blade and threatened to run me through
as I stood unless I drew to defend myself.
What choice had I? I did not mean to kill
him—as God’s my witness. I did not, Noll.'’
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OLD-TIME RELIGION
«y BISHOP W. A. CANDLER
THURSDAY, OCTOBER O, 1024.
But if it were, one might ask most per
tinently and properly what is there in the
present generation of youth so much wiser
than any previous generation of young men,
and what is there in the present generation
of adult people so inferior to all its prede
cessors, taut a special revou against it is
necessary .' Ana vuien me youtlis of the
present day have become cider win anothei
genera lion ol ooys revolt against them : is
Hie human luce eiitca'iiig upon an era oi enu
less insuixecnuns against ancestors, is ma
turity neacuiuriii to become lay mark of in
ieriority ami un worthiness'!
liie fact that a "movement” is composed
of youths seems to be enough to High; and,
n it is youthful, lie is reauy io extenuate
its sins and excuse its exces.es. Evidently
uc is quite fond of fresh meat.
Os all the "inovenients" so called, which
lie unueiiaxes to describe, the one he seems
to admire most is the "German loutii Move
ment” which bears the name of “Wander
\oegel," or "Birds of Passage.” one para
graph of his book will give some idea of
its spirit and aim, and also some impression
of what he thinks of it: “Beginning with
Hie Wandervoegel in the end of the last cen
tury and reappearing in the present youth
renaissance, a spirit of revolt against the
restrictions of the home, the church, and
the school, is evident in all of the organiza
tions, regardless of their difference in meth
od and avowed ideals.”
In another place he says: “in more than
one church Hie Wandervoegel have con
ducted their service, have sung their own
songs, and read from tbe> Bible, or perhaps
from Fichte or Goethe or Schiller, and one
of their own number has given to the adult
congregation a simple explanation of their
own unhampered faith.”
it is not easy to determine how far young
Mr. High would go in the direction of ap
proving this disorderly “movement,” or bun
dle of "movements.” It is to be hoped that
he does not see very' clearly’ the ends to
ward which it is drving, although he has
put forth some efforts (notably in a con
vention of students held in Louisville, Ky.,
last April) to promote some such radical
movement in the United States.
But whether he understands and approves
the “movement” or not, the German youths
in it know what they intend, and there are
those in our country who are endeavoring to
propagate their radicalisms among the young
people of America.
Fraulein Hulda Zarnack, of Berlin/ has
been for some months the guest of the
Young Woman’s Christian Association of
New York, and recently she was interviewed
by a representative of the New York Times
concerning this German “Youth Movement.”
Discussing Fraulein Hulda Zarnack’s frank
statements to the reporter of the Times, the
editor of the Manufacturers Records (Balti
more), says:
In reviewing the history of the Youth
Movement in Germany and elsewhere she
said:
“The Youth Movement as we know it has
many wings or divisions, it is true, but all
are idealistic. Turning aside from religion
in the old orthodox terms, its members ear
nestly seek to follow their conscience in all
matters of life and conduct. God is not to
be found in the churches, they declare. ‘We
must go out into the silences of the woods
and the open places to find Him.’ ”
And yet the Young Women’s Christion
association is supposed to be composed of
Christian women who have found God in
the churches.
Many other statements are equally as sur
prising when taken in connection with the
fact that Miss Zarnack has for months been
the guest of the Y. W. C. A. of New York.
Here is one portion of her interview spe
cially startling:
“Questioned as to the frqe-love doctrines
of the movement, Fraulein Zarnack said that
while the movement was the victim of many
who sought the opportunity’ to live a loose
life, many others who advocated wedlock
without marriage vows were loftlj' idealists.
“ ‘These young people believe,’ she said,
‘that too many unmoral marriages, where
no love exists are made moral by the church.
“ ‘How can a love relationship solemnly
entered by parties with high ideals concern
ing their obligations to their children and
to society be made more moral, they ask,
by a mere ceremony?
“ ‘Why’ mar it by rites that, society al
lows to solemnize loveless alliances made for
money or position? These young extremists
are deeply in earnest, determined to make
the sacrifice that others may be free to
choose. They declare that their action is
for the good of society, not for its destruc
tion.’ ”
And this is the nature of one regiment in
the insurrectionary movement called “the re
volt of youth.” It goes further into immor
ality than did the revolting Absalom in the
days of King David.
Surely our people will give it scant wel
come to our country. Surely Southern par
ents, teachers, and students at least will not
look upon it with the least degree of favor.
KEEP YOUR DOORS OPEN
BY JOHN CARLYLE
HE volume of gasoline lost by evapora
tion in the handling of crude oil every
year equals a considerable fraction of
T
all the gasoline that is produced.
Waste is the great foe of industrial prog
ress. More of the heat and energy of coal
goes up the chimney than we have the brains
to make use of.
Only a fraction of the possible power of
electricity is converted to the use of man.
We have but scratched the surface of the
dreamed of powers of natural resources.
A hundred years ago there were thousands
of people—yes, millions of them—who be
lieved that there would be no more inven
tions of importance. They said that every
thing that man needed had been invented.
" b p«e same people were standing on
the eergu of a new world into which we have
entered.
And just as surely w’e stand on the bor
der of a still newer world.
Less than two years ago a man flew in an
airplane across the Unitied States in twenty
fix hours. The world was astonished. Such
a thing had never been done before. Such
a little while ago it was believed that such
a thing never ,COULD be done!
Now daily mail planes go over the same
route with dull regularity. They attract but
a momentary glance.
A generation which said that the last
word had been spoken in scientific inven
tion when we got to the telegraph did not
conceive the day when the president of the
United States would talk to millions at one
time.
The first message over the Morse telegraph
was: "What hath God wrought!”
God is not through and man is not
through. They are still working together.
Keep the door of the mind open. There
are great guests to enter.
(Copyright, 1 924.)
In Bath, England, water is still flowing
through the lead pipes that were used in
Roman times.
There is a strict ordinance prohibiting the
abuse of cats in St. Ives, the famous Cornish
fishing town. ,
The Second Mrs. Strong
BY HAZEL DEYD BACHELOR
What has gone before.—Matthew
Strong marries his stenographer, Julie
Benton, and when he brings her home *
after the honeymoon, his daughter
Claudia at first makes herself unpleas
ant, but later decides to play a. more
subtle game,—Now go on with the
story.
CHAPTER XV
Defiance
ULIE had not been married a week be
fore she realized th:>c she was nothing
more than a figurehead in her hus-
J
band’s home. Carefully, insidiously, Claudia
had instilled into the minds of the servants
the idea that Julie was not competent to
handle them. The result was one that might
be naturally expected, Claudia was virtually
the head of the house and when it was
necessary to consult any one, the servants
went to her.
Julie was conscious of the fact, that the <
servants treated her with scarcely veiled in
solence. She knew that she ought to assert
herself, that she ought to take the reins of
government into hhr own hands, but she was
handicapped by the fact that she was igno
rant of everything. She had no idea of
how to go about ordering things, and yet she
was clever enough to realize that Claudia
was not taking the burden of management
on her own shoulders because of a desire to
be kind and helpful, but because she de- -
spised her step-mother.
In the meantime Claudia was doing exact
ly as she liked. On nights when Matthew
did not return from the city until late, she
made her own plans, confident that Julie j
would not dare do anything about it. She J
was high-handed. She treated her stnpJH
mother with scarcely veiled contempt "a&gH
Julie who knew no one in Brompton
was forced to spend a great deal of the time
alone.
One night at dinner Matthew made a sug
gestion. ,
“We must give some kind of a reception
to introduce you to society, Julie. You and
Claudia can get it up between you. Claudia
will know whom to ask and I'll make ar
rangements with the caterer.”
He smiled at Julie as he spoke, and as his
eyes rested on her, he realized with a sense
of satisfaction how much better she was
looking. Her dress of pale yellow crepe was f
very becoming. To be sure her manner was
slightly subdued, but then he supposed that
was natural. Until she became used to the
change he could hardly expect her to he
different, and he was delighted to see how
well she was getting along with Claudia.
“I’m afraid I have been rather selfish,”
he went on after a moment. “Business has
been rather heavy this week, but from now
on I’ll do better. We’ll dinner in toWn,
Julie, and how about two weeks from Satur
day for the reception?”
Claudia nodded eagerly, but Julie was si
lent. She shrank from meeting her hus
band’s friends, and she was uncertain about
what her duties ought to consist of. If
only there were some one she could go to
for help and advice. If only she dared to
assert herself where Claudia was concerned.
She knew that Matthew expected her' to
command respect from her step-daughter. If
he knew the truth of things he might even
blame her for allowing Claudia, to do what
she had. And yet, what cotild she do?
Claudia's disdain was bad enough, but her ,
enmity would be worse.
Two nights later, Matthew telephoned
from town that he would not be home until
the late train. At dinner Claudia appeared
in a black lace evening frock cut quite scan
dalously low. She was evidently going some
where later, and Julie, who eyed her step
daughter from under lowered lashes, felt she
ought to make some attempt to learn
Claudia's plans.
“You’re going out somewhere?” she be
gan tentatively.
“Yes.” Claudia’s tone was curt, her eye
brows suddenly arched in surprise. ’
“Where are you going? Does you father
know about it?”
For a moment there was silence, and then
Claudia laughed.
“No, he doesn’t happen to know about it,
but what of that? Had you thought of tell
ing him? Why this sudden concern on your
part, Julie? Don't you think it's rather
late to begin the mother role with mo? I’d •
advise you to keep your hands off!”
Sahwday—“Some Plain Facts."
FOOL’S GOLD!
I
By Dr. Frank Crane
UPON the marriage question one of the
best things I ever heard is a. story
that was told me by Chancellor Simms,
of Syracuse university.
A man came into an aseayer’s office in
a town out west and said:
“I’d like to see the assayer.” \
“I'm it.”
“Well, could I see you alone, private?”
“Sure, step back into this room.”
They went into a rear apartment. JDie
stranger shut the door, produced a pack'aW l "
from his coat pocket, undid it, and
a lump of yellowish looking ore.
“There!” he exclaimed, in an excited
whisper. “What do you think of that?
What’s that stuff?”
The assayer picked up the ore, examined *
it, and replied: “That’s pyrites of iron.”
“Pyrites of iron!”
“And what’s that?”
“It’s a mineral substance that resemble*
gold a bit. It has been called ‘fool's gold’
on that account.”
The visitor seemed eo utterly crestfallen
that even the metallic heart of the aseayer
was moved to pity, and he said:
“Well, friend, I wouldn’t feel so ba,i about
it. You’re no worse off than you were be- **
fore you found this stuff, are you?”
“Ain’t I?” replied the man. “Why, LorH
man, I married a widder upon Horse Creak
with a whole hillful of that stuff?”
Which points a moral that wildcat schemes
and bunco games and salted mines and
crooked promotion are not confined to in
vestments of money. Many of the invest
ments of life and happiness are proposed
with equal crookedness.
A boy is led to invest his life’s joy in
a dimple, a pretty mouth, and a pair of
saucy eyes, only to find that where the
brains ought to be there is a large hole, *
also that the heart ie floatin loose, without
a rudder or anchor.
A girl is caught by a natty suit of clothes,
a lovely mustache, beautiful clean cuffs and
a jaunty air. When she comes to realize
on her proposition she discovers she has
got a plain brute, or a helpless ne’er-do
well, or a petty tyrant.
We have laws for the state inspection of
stocks and bonds. As old Bill Jones, of ♦
Kansas, would say, “and why shouldn’t we
have laws against bunk marriage goods?
Why shouldn’t a girl that hoodoos a feller
into thinkin’ she’s real wife timber, when
ehe ain’t nothin’ but punk wood, be jerked
up and fined? And why shouldn’t a man
that cons a trustin’ female into thinkin’
he's a real man, when he ain’t nothin’ but
a plain mutt, be socked into jail?”
(Copyright, 1924.)
The area of the county of J.ondon, meas
uring 116,000 square miles, is divided among
38,200 owners.