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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Enter ye in at the strait gate, for wide
is the gate and broad is the way that
leadeth to destruction, and many there be
who go in thereat: because strait is the
gate and narrow is the way which leadeth
unto life, and few there be that findeth it.
—Matthew 7:13, 14.
Campaign Funds and Results
TWENTY-three days hence, on November
4th, between 25,000,000 and 30,000,-
000 American citizens will cast their
ballots for a President of the United States.
Four years ago the total popular vote for
Harding, Cox, Debs, Watkins and Christen
sen exceeded 26,500,000. It seems fair ■to
assume that the total vote this year will be
greater than in the preceding presidential
campaign—an assumption that springs from
the belief that the interest in the outcome
this year transcends that of the Harding-Cox
campaign.
While it is true that Debs, who polled
nearly a million votes in 1920, is not a can
didate this time, the fact remains that the
Socialists of the United States have indorsed
the candidacy of La Follette, and it is be
lieved that to a man they will rally behind
the Wisconsin senator. Unquestionably, also,
La Follette's candidacy will draw to a great
er or lesser extent from the normal Repub
lican and Democratic vote. Many observant
persons who make a habit of election bet
ting have wagered large sums that La Fol
lette’s popular vote will exceed 5,000,000.
No person who has watched the progress
of the campaign and followed Rie course of
the several candidates, can escape the con
clusion that Johri W. Dhvis will poll a much
larger popular vote than did Governor Cox
four years ago. In the first place, Davis has
the support of a militant party organization
in every state in the union, something that
w r asnot enjoyed entirely by Governor Cox. For
another thing, the Democratic organization
is encouraged by a situation that inspires its
leaders to hope for success —a situation that
was not enjoyed by Governor Cox.
In 1920, it was a stand up and knock
down fight between Harding and Cox. In
1924, La Follette occupies a prominent place
in the campaign, and La Follette Is a Repub
lican. His candidacy has opened no old
sores or made new ones in the Democratic
organization. No prominent Democrat any
where in the country, barring only Senator
Wheeler, his running mate, has left the
party fold. But that isn't true of the Re
publican organization, as Instance the insur
gency and open hostility to Coolidge by Re
publican senators in the middle and north
west, notably Senator Smith W. Brookh°rt,
of lowa.
It seems idle to speculate seriously as to
which of the two major parties will suffer
more from La Follette’s candidacy. There
can be no doubting that for every Democrat
ic vote La Follette gets he will receive three
Republican votes, and. in the western coun
try, which is the battleground of this cam
paign, practically all of La Follette’s
strength has been and is being recruited
from the Republican party. The Democrats
are doing just as they did in I<M2. when
Roosevelt was a candidate. They are “sit
ting tight,” in the confident expectation that
the bitterness of the internal trouble in the
Republican organizations may give them the
necessary pluralities in their states
It seems equally idle in this situation to
contemplate that Coolidge's popular vote will
he anything like as large as that received by
Harding four years ago. The Harding pop
ular vote established a record. It exceeded
16,000, while that of Cox was 9.100,000.
Os course the relative strength of Har ling
and C*x did not fairly represent the rela
tive sri-ngth of the Democratic and Repub
lican parties, under normal condi <_ for
1920 vas not a normal political year.
In connection with the 1920 campaign, it
is interesting and significant, too. that the
popular majority of Harding over Cox pro
portionately was far less than the funds dis
bursed by the Republican and Democratic
national committees. The Republicans ad
mitted to an expenditure of $5, .9,729 as
against a fund of only $1,318,274 that was
expended by the Democrats. The G. O. P.
spent over four times as much money.
The significance of th*' R< > .can victory
In 1920, in the ligh t oi its tremendous cam
paign fund, becomes the more impressive
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THE ATLANTA TRIWEEKLY JOURNAL
when the 1916 election is con
sidered in connection with the money ex
pended by the two mi., .• parties. The Re
publican national committee admitted in its
sworn statement to’have disbursed $2,212,-
535 in its effort to elect Hughes as against
$1,400,000 expended by the Democrats in
Wilson's successful campaign.
Os course there is no way of knowing
and there can be no way of knowing, the
exact extent to which the Republican slush
fur- 1 of 1920 influenced the result, but it
must be obvious that, given anything like an
equal campaign fund, the Der -ats usually
win.
It is this realization that is moving the
Democratic national committee in this cam
paign to its insistent appeals for liar: .ial
help. The leaders of the party full well un
derstand that the outlook for success was
never brighter than it is today, but they
know, too, that unless Democrats throughout
the country bestir themselves to get out
the vote in their respective states and to
help finance the campaign, the Republicans
may by the use of another slush fund de
prive them of the victory which is right
fully theirs.
It is' gratifying that the Democrats of
Georgia are awakening to the fact victory is
within sight, and that within the last week or
ten days there has been a disposition display
ed to help the party along. Funds are ab
solutely essential, and the party managers
are looking to the south to do .ts part in
helping to defray the expenses of the cam
paign. If the south responds as it should
respond, we confidently believe that the
highly encouraging prospects of victory will
be fully realized by the results following
the election three weeks hence.
Cotton In Inda
INDIA ranks second in importance to the
United States as a producer of cotton, but
is a competitor to only a very limited ex
tent in the higher grades. The Indian cotton
is of very short staple. A Journal of Com
merce expert reporting on this crop says:
“During recent years India’s total crop has
averaged approximately 4,800,000 Indian bales,
the equivalent to 4,000,000 bales of 500 pounds.
The pre-war average amounted to approx
imately 4,300,000 bales, the equivalent of 3,600,-
000 bales of 500 pounds. During the past fif
teen years production has ranged between
2,799,000 bales of 500 pounds in 1911-12 to
4,850,000 bales of 500 pounds in 1919-20.
“India is one of the oldest of the cotton
growing countries and is pointed to by some
authorities as the original home of the cotton
plant. It has a good soil, suitable climate and
a large population, but the yield and quality
of the cotton produced are nevertheless among
the lowest on the scale. The maximum yield
per acre for all India during the past fifteen
years amounted to 99 pounds, while the lowest
recorded was 67 pounds to the acre. Per acre
production in India is only about half of vhat
it is in the United States, although the yield
per acre in this country is not among the
highest, ranging between 125 and 209 pounds
for the same period.”
At this time considerable experiment work
is being done with a view to improving the
staple, in India. This is in response to the
demands of English spinners who report a
constantly lessening market for coarser yarns,
and an increasing one for the finer grades.
The situation is complicated by the fact that
in most districts the growing season is very
short and the rains not well distributed. In
the north where irrigation is practiced, frost
comes early.
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Q. Who wrote “Onward, Christian Sol
ilicrs?** O. M-.
A. The words were written by the Rey.
Sabine Baring Gould, and the music by Sir
Arthur Sullivan. The National Federation
of Mfsic clubs says that this hymn was
originally written in a hasty emergency for
a children’s processional hymn at Gould’s
mission at Horbury bridge. The children
had to march over a mile to take part in
what is dear to the heart of every child,
“a school fest.” Owing to the distance an
early start was necessary and marching
in procession, with banners waving, colors
flying and a cross preceding them, the
children sang lustily all the way. It was
for these processions “Onward, Christian
Soldiers,” was written.
Q. I have caught a squirrel which is
pure white. Is it a freak or is there a dis
tinct breed of white squirrels? J. V. G.
A. The Biological Survey says that the
squirrel is a freak of nature, and what is
commonly known as an albino. Albinos ap
pear in all forms of animal life, but are
very rare.
‘ Q. Does Japan permit naturalization of
aliens? .1. C. M.
A. Under certain circumstances natural
ization is sQrmitted, but conditions are
exacting and all applications for citizen
ship must, be indorsed by the minister of
the interior.
Q. How much whisky is there in bond
in the United States now? A. F. W.
A. The Federal prohibition commission
er says that there is at the present time
approximately 33,000.000 gallons of whisky
in bond in the United States.
Q. In Arkansas there is a county, the
name of which—“Yell” —seems to be a
command. What is the origin of the name?
S. R.
A. A former governor of the state, Colo
nel Archibald Yell, is honored by the name
of this county.
Q. What is the queerest animal known?—
N. M. M.
A. There are many likely candidates for
the title, but among the favorites, the best
known, perhaps, is the aardvark, a queer
combination between a rat, a kangaroo, a
porcupine, a pig and a deer. Only one of
its kind is in captivity, and is a prize ex
k hibit qf the New York Zoological Gardens.
Q. Why did the “Empress of Canada”
take a trip around the world?—A. F M.
A. The trip was taken to advertise Can
ada. The ship carried the Canadian flag
over the Seven Seas, the tour lasting five
months and covering nearly 30.000 miles.
Most of the world’s great ports were vis
ited.
Q. I heard station “WKAQ” sending both
in a foreign language and in English. Where
is the station located? —W. F. W.
A. It is at San Juan. Porto Rico. It is
operated by the Radio Corporation of Porto
Rico on 360 wave lengths and 100 power
\ v atts.
THE SEA HAWK
BY RAFAEL SABATINI
(Published by Arrangement With First National Pictures,
Ine. 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 het
guardian, Sir John Killigrew. Peter
takes every opportunity to manifest his
antagonism. In a drunken rage one
day, in the presence of Parson Flack
and Justice Baine, he insults Sir Oliver,
strikes him with his whip and rides off.
Uttering a threat to kill him, Oliver
starts in furious pursuit. But as his
anger cools he realizes that Rosamund
would never forgive him if he should
harm her brother and he turns his
horse homeward.
But Oliver's young half-brother, Lio
nel, that evening accomplishes what Ol
iver would have liked to do, and comes
home wounded from the encounter.
Peter, still drunk, Lionel relates, and In
a fit of jealous anger over a woman,
had affronted him and drawn his
sword; his own he drew merely in self
defense. But'with no witnesses to at- v
test to the truth of this statement
Lionel could be accused of Peter’s mur
der were his part in it to be known.
Terror-stricken, he extracts a promise
from Oliver to tell no one of his wounds.
—Now go on with the story.
CHAPTER V
The Buckler
IT was old Nicholas who brought the news
next morning to the their fast.
Lionel should have kept his bed that day;
but dared not, lest the fact should arouse
suspicion. He had a little fever, the natural
result both of his wound and of his loss of
blood; he was inclined to welcome rather
than deplore it, since it set a flush on cheeks
that otherwise must have looked too pale.
So leaning upon his brother’s arm he
came down to a breakfast of herrings and
small ale before the tardy sun of that De
cember morning was well risen.
Nichoalas burst in upon them with a
white face and shaking limbs. He gasped
out his tale of the event in a voice of terror,
and both brothers affected to be shocked,
dismayed and incredulous. But the worst
part of the old man’s news, the true cause
of his terrible agitation, was yet to be an
nounced.
“And they do zay,” he cried with anger
quivering through his fear, “they do zay that
it were you that killed he, Sir Oliver!”
“I?” quoth Sir Oliver, staring, and sud
denly like a flood there burst upon his mind
a hundred reasons, overlooked until this mo
ment, that inevitably must urge the coun
tryside to this conclusion, and to this con
clusion only.
“Where heard you that foul lie?”
In the tumult of his mind he never heeded
what answer was returned by Nicholas.
There was one course to take, and he must
take it instantly—as he had taken it once
before in like case. He must straight to
Rosamund to forestall the tale that others
would carry to her. God send he did not
come too late already.
He stayed for no more than to get his
boots and hat then to the stables for a
horse, and he was away over the short mile
that divided Penarrow from Godolphin
Court, going by bridle track and meadow
straight to his goal. He met none until he
fetched up in the courtyard at Godolphin
Court. Thence a babble of excited voices
had reached him as he approached. But at
sight of him there fell a general silence,
ominous and staring. A dozen men or more
were assembled there, and their eyes con
sidered him first with amazement and cu
riosity, then with sullen anger.
He leaped down from his saddle, and
stood a moment waiting for one of the three
Godolphin grooms he had perceived in that
assembly to take his reins. Seeing that none
stirred—
“ How now?” he cried. “Does no one wait
here? Hither, sirrah, and hold my horse.”
The groom addressed hesitated a moment,
then, under the stare of Sir Oliver’s hard,
commanding eye, he shuffled sullenly for
ward to do as he was bid. A murmur ran
through the group. Sir Oliver flashed a
glance upon it, and every tongue trembled
into silence.
In that silence he strode* up the steps, and
entered the rush-strewn hall. As he van
ished he heard the hubbub behind him
break out anew, fiercer than it had been
before. But he nothing heeded it.
He found himself face to face with a
servant, who shrank before him, staring as
those in the courtyard had stared. His heart
sank. It was plain that he came a little
late already; that the tale had got there
ahead of him.
“Where is your mistress?” said he.
“I—l will tell her you are here, Sir Oli
ver,” the man replied in a voice that fal
tered; and he passed through a doorway on
the right.
Sir Oliver stood a moment tapping his
boots with his whip, his face pale, a dee-p
line between his brows. Then the man re
appeared, closing the door after him.
“Mistress Rosamund bids you depart, sir.
She will not see you.”
A moment Sir Oliver scanned the serv
ant’s sac appeared to scan it, for it is
doubtful if he saw the fellow at all. Then
for only answer he strode toward the door
from which the man had issued. The serv
ant set his back to it, his face resolute.
“Sir Oliver, my mistress will not see you.”
“Out of my way!” he muttered in his
angry, contemptuous fashion, and as the
man, persistent in his duty, stood his
ground. Sir Oliver took him by the breast
of his jacket, heaved him aside and went in.
She was standing in mid-apartment,
dressed by an odd irony all in bridal white,
that yet was not as white as was her face.
Her eyes like two black stains, solemn and
haunting as they fastened upon this intruder
who would not be refused. Her lips parted,
but she had no word for him. She just
stared in a horror that routed all his audac
ity and checked the masterfulness of his ad
vance. At last he spoke.
“I see that you have heard.” said he. “the
; lie that runs the countryside. That is evil
enough. But I see that you have lent an
ear to it: and that is worse.”
She continued to regard him with a cold
| look of loathing.
“Rosamund!” he cried, and approached
.her by another step. “Rosamund! I ant
here to tell you that it is a lie.”
“You had best go,” she said, and her voice
had in it a quality that made him tremble.
“Go!” he echoed stupidly. “You bid me
go? You will not hear me?”
“I consented to hear you more than once:
refused to hear others who knew better than
I. and was heedless of their warnings. There
is no more to be said between us. I pray
God that they may take and hang you.”
He was white to the lips, and for the first
time in his life he knew fear and felt hie
great limbs trembling under him.
“They may hang me and welcome since
yon believe this thing. They could not hurt
me more than you are doing, nor by hang
ing me could they deprive me of aught I
value, since your faith in me is a thing to
be blown unon by the first rumor of the
countryside.”
He saw the Dale lips twist themselves into
a dreadful smile.
l “There is more than rumor. I think,” said
FOR HUMANITY’S SAKE
By H. Addington Bruce
THE story back of the Dick test., hailed
as giving promise of ultimate mastery
of scarlet fever, is a story of much
human as well as scientific interest. It is a
story of uncommon ingenuity, patience, and
willingness to render sacrificing service.
It had its beginning more than twelve years
ago, when the two Dicks —Dr, George F. Dick
and Dr. Gladys 11. Dick —studying the liter
ature bearing on scarlet fever, observed that
disease-germs of a certain type, hemolytic
streptococci, were seemingly associated with
all cases. Also they observed that in all cases
there gradually developed an immunity against
these germs.
The precise cause of scarlet fever was then
unknown, and the Dicks rightly deemed it
worth while to undertake experiments tending
to rule or establish the hemolytic streptococcus
as its cause. To this end they inoculated va
rious animals—guinea-pigs, rabbits, mice, etc.
—with various cultures from scarlet fever pa
tients.
The results were almost entirely' negative.
An occasional rasb developed in the inoculated
animals, but no definite and unmistakable
case of scarlet fever. This suggested one of
two things. Either the Dicks were on the
wrong trail, or animals as a class possessed a
high natural resistance to the streptococcus
supposedly responsible for scarlet fever.
In the latter case, the logical next step
would be to substitute human beings for ani
mals as subjects of experiment. This is what
the Dicks actually did, calling for and obtain
ing volunteers willing to run the risk of con
tracting scarlet fever in the interest of med
ical progress and human welfare.
For a time results were negative as before,
some of the volunteers after various inocula
tions developing sore throat and a temper
ature, but not the typical rash of scarlet fever.
But, bearing in mind the probability of a vary
ing natural immunity, the Dicks persevered.
Success in the way of producing experimental
scarlet fever finally crowned their efforts.
Even then some doubt remained as to the
identity of the agent responsible for the dis
ease. For it was possible that this was not
the hemolytic, streptococcus but a filterable
virus associated with it in the culture used
for inoculation. Here is how the Dicks pro
ceeded to resolve this doubt, as tqld in their
own words:
“A second group of volunteers was inoculated
with the same culture after it had been passed
through a Berkefeld V filter. These volun
teers remained well.
“After about two weeks had elapsed, and
they were still well, they were inoculated with
the unfiltered culture. Forty-eight hours later,
one of them developed scarlet fever.
“This experiment furnished evidence that
the experimental disease had not been caused
by a filterable virus, but by the hemolytic
streptococcus itself.”
It was in 1912 that the Dicks began their
researches. Their first cases of experimental
scarlet fever w’ere not obtained—or, at least,
not reported—until late in 192'3. This record
of patient, persistent effort is surely most im
pressive.
Even more Impressive is the record of un
flinching courage on the part of those who
served as volunteer subjects. They were run
ning risks they fully appreciated, yet they
ran them. It is much to be regretted that
they remain, in the medical reports of the ex
periments, among the unnamed brave.
(Copyright, 1924.)
MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irving S. Cobb
Affairs of banks are puzzles to the many,
if not to the great majority. To know the
workings of a bank you must either own
one, work in one or have the bundle that
will entitle you to attention.
Mrs. Mary Hennessy, widow of Malachy
Hennessy, was distressed when she found
that there was any formality about having
her money accepted. A friend advised her
to go to one of the greater institutions of
the city. There she repaired, ready to give
the cashier man $3,000 of insurance money
and savings.
The banking official inquired something
about Mrs. Hennessy’s affairs and thepi asked
for her signature.
“What for?” said the caller.
“In case you want to draw any money
out.”
“I don’t want to draw me money out.
I’m giving it to ye to keep. Ain’t this a
safe place to be leaving it?”
“Certainly, madam, but you ma? change
your mind about leaving it here.”
“Me mind is made up.”
After further interchanges it developed
that Mrs. Hennessy could not write. Under
pressure, she reluctantly confessed as much
and now she became indignant that there
should be so many bothersome preliminaries
bver a matter so simple as transferring her
fortune from a stocking to a strong box.
The cashier took a new tack.
“Well, Mrs. Hennessy,” he said, soothing
ly, “now that you have indicated that you
cannot sign a check and that you are not
going to give anybody the power of attorney
we shall have to agree upon a pass word.
“What’s that?”
“Why, some phrase or word by which
you can Identify yourself in case you want
to make a withdrawal. While I know you,
I might die, or leave here, and somebody
else must know you.”
"Ye look healthy, but ye can have yer
own way. Introduce me to some of yer
pals.”
“But they might die, too.”
“Isn't it the sickly crowd ye are! Are ye
up late of nights much?”
It took a long time, but the mystery of
this phase of the banking business was
eventually revealed. Mrs. Hennessy was
asked to indicate for written record just
what she would say in case she should make
a formal demand.
In the safekeeping of this great institu
tion the fact is now recorded that if a lady
answering to a given description comes up
to the paying teller’s wicket and says, “Ye
omadhoun, I wants me money,” the caller
will be Mrs. Hennessy.
(Copyright, 1924.)
McGregor, who had been in America about
two months, went to a “movie” theater with
a friend. In the news film were views - from
the wilds of Maine, one which was a close-up
of a moose. Turning to his friend, the
Scotchman said: “I dinna ken wha yon
beastie is.”
His friend explained that it was a moose.
“A moose?” queried the Scotchman. “I
dinna want to meet an American rat, then!”
she. “There is more than all your lies will
ever serve to cloak.”
“My lies?” he cried. “Rosamund. I swear
to you by my honor that I have had no hand
in the slaying of Peter. May God rot me
where I stand if this be not true!”
Continued Thursday. Renew your sub
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TVFSDAY, CfTOBER 1?.
The Second Mrs. Strong i
BY HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
What has gone before.
Strong marries his stenographer, Julie
Benton, and when he brings her home
after the honeymoon, his daughter
Claudia does everything in her power
to make things uncomfortable for her
new stepmother.—Now go on with the
story.
CHAPTER XVII
NOW was Julie’s chance to enlist Mat
thew's aid, to tell him the truth, to
confess to him the waj r Claudia has
spoken to her, but she did not take it. She
was afraid, afraid of incurring Claudia’s
enmity, and so she said quickly.
“It’s nothing at all, Matthew. I guess I
was lonely and gave way to a fit of the
blues.”
A" look of impatience dawned in Matthew’s
eyes. He was suddenly irritated. Hadn’t he
done everything for this girl, everything
possible? Hadn't he taken her from a life
of sordidness and made her his wife? Why |
should she be lonely? Why didn't she find;
something to do? Why should she have a
fit of blues simply because he hadn’t been
with her all evening?
The more he thought about it, the more
annoyed he grew. This dependence of Julie’s,
this clinging to him, was foreign to what he
had expected of her. He had looked to her
to be efficient, to assert herself, and instead
she went about the house silently, meekly.
He never could bear a meek woman.
“Why didn't you find something interest
ing to read?” he asked somewhat brusquely.
His manner more than his words implied the
fact that she could be improving her mind,
which was after all entirely uneducated, and
Julie with the tears pressing hot against
her lips turned despairingly away. She real
ized that by her silence she had widened the
breach that was already existing between
herself and Matthew. He seemed farther
away from her than ever. He would prob
ably never forget that he had taken her
from humble surroundings and surrounded
her with unaccustomed luxuries, he would
never forgive her for what was 1 not her
fault, and yet he had made her his wife,
and she ought to be grateful for that.
“After the reception, you won’t feel so
much alone,” Matthew added quickly, feel
ing somehow that he had hurt her. “You’ll
meet a great many congenial people then
and you can make your own arrangements
when I am not with you.”
Julie nodded, and again panic seized her.
Didn’t he understand how frightened she
was at meeting his friends? Didn’t he real
ize that they would probably criticize her,
that this reception would be a test she was
afraid to meet?
“But you haven’t told me where Claudia
is?” Matthew persisted. Julie’s prolonged
silence angered him. He did wish she had
more fire, more passion, that she would not
look at him with eyes that were so ridicu
lously pleading.
“I don’t think I remember -where she said
she was going,” Julie stammered out.
“You don’t think you remember,” Mat
thew repeated. “But you ought to remem
ber. I don’t want Claudia running out
every night, and when she does go, I want
to know Where she is.”
“I know, Matthew, and I’m very sorry.
But I don’t think you realize how hard it is
for me to interfere with Claudia.”
“I do realize it, but it’s a job I have
handed over to you. You are doing it for
me.”
Julie did not answer, and in the silence
that followed, there came the sopnd of
Claudia's key in the latch.
She came into the library like a breath
of fresh air, head held high and apparently
unafraid, although her heart beat fast when
she saw her father. She knew that she
must carry off the situation with a high
hand, act as though she had done nothing
wrong, and quickly she sought about in her
mind for a convenient lie to explain -where
she had been.
In contrast to Julie she was charming,
sophisticated, well-bred, and Matthew as he
looked at her felt a surge of pride in her
beauty. Even before she began to speak
Claudia knew that the situation was hers.
Julie had not pressed her advantage, she had
beep afraid to take her chance.
CHAPTER XVII
The Night of the Reception
ON the night of the reception Julie’s
hands as she dressed were I’ike ice.
She was so nervously apprehensive
that she could have screamed aloud, and
even the knowledge that ehe was to wear
her new green dress, and would doubtless
look as well as any woman present failed to
reassure her.
She was tired. All day she had been busy
with the preparations for the evening, but.
as usual, it was Claudia who had superin
tended everything, Claudia who had given
orders to the decorators, sent the servants
running hither and thither while Julie had
hovered around in the background. She was
furious at being so ineffectual, at having
so little confidence. Somehow she felt that
if she had been possessed of unlimited nerve,
it would not have been so bad. The fact
that she could talk grammatically and eat
properly did not seem as important as the
knowledge that she could not take her prop
er place in her husband’s home, and that
sooner or later he would discover what a
mess she was making of things.
Claudia had seen to it, that plenty of her
own friends had been, asked. She did not
intend to have a dull time muling about
with the older people, and now as she
emerged from her bath and went about the
exciting process of dressing, she was look
ing forward to the evening with great an
ticipation.
She thought of Julie, and her subtle
mouth curved into a scornful smile. Well,
at least there should be no scandal. Julie
would be properly dressed, and ehe would
commit no glaring indiscretion, but con
trasted with the social poise of the other
women present, she would be a dismal fail
ure, her father would not be proud of his
wife, the seeds of discord would be sown,
and all in all Claudia was rather proud of
herself, for what she wanted and what she
was working for, was to get rid of Julie as
expeditiously as possible.
Eh& reception was set for nine-thirty,
and for that reason dinner was to be earlier
than usual.
Just as she was finishing dressing, Mat
thew knocked at Julie’s door, and at her
quick ‘“come in,” he entered and looked at
her critically. She was wearing the green
dress, and it was very becoming to her. It
brought out the lovely tints of her hair, and
made her eyes seem strange and unfathom
able. Julie had possibilities. With a cec
tain dash and poise, she might have been
exotically lovely. But her timidity made her
seem meek, and it was this quality in her
that Matthew resented most.
“Am I all right?” she asked anxiously.
He nodded. Yes she did look all right.
This time there was nothing for him to be
ashamed of in her appearance. And yet why
was he so unenthusiastic? Why did her
deference always irritate him? He was
vaguely ashamed of himself and to make j
amends he made an effort to be more than
usually agreeable.
*‘l suppose you are a little nervous at
meeting a lot of strange people. What you
need is a cocktail. Suppose you ring for
some to be served up here? I could do with
one myself.”
At his request, Julie rang the bell, but
when a few moments later Josephine ap-
THE COUNTRY HOME
BY MRS. W. H. FELTON
A VISIT TO THE FEDERAL PRISON
ALTHOUGH several months have elapsed
since I made my first and only visit to
the great Atlanta Federal prison, I
find my mind going back quite often
to some of the people I saw on that visit.
To me, freedom has been so long the charm,
of my existence that I expect such confine
ment would be of short duration because cf
the fatal depression of mind and body, so I
felt myself drawing out in sympathy for
those life-termers who are thus doomed to
the prison. Somebody has been sending me
the monthly bulletin edited and issued by
these convicts for several years. My Octo
ber number reached me today.
I clipped the following soliloquy and am
passing it on to the readers of the Country
Home Column. It is.-worth considering, and
the advice is excellent:
A SOLILOQUY
By Joe Rappard
With trembling hand these lines I write
To my frinds who enjoy the light.
These words direct from an aching heart
A sad tale of life, to you will impart.
I am young, in prison, and awaiting the day
When again I am free, to tread life’s open
pathway.
I am sad, sad at heart, and am paying the
price
For time that’s been wasted in the glitter of
vice, x
Be good, be honest, and always he true,
I was often admonished, by many who knew.
But I continued my way, and spurned their
advice,
And thought I knew better, but I am paying
the price.
There are two open ways—one crooked—one
straight;
Dear friend, choose the latter, before ’tis
too late.
’Twill lead you to happiness, contentment
and light;
The other to darkness, where nothing is
bright.
I am awaiting the day when again I’ll be
free
To enjoy open nature, each flower and each
tree.
The fiddlers all paid for the lure of the
dance,
A lesson I’ve learned—it’s not worth th’a
chance.
On the very same day my bonds are made
free,
That very same day begins a new life for
me;
My advice to you all if you’ll only take heed,
Is to follow the straight path and to Honor
’twill lead.
YOU OWE A DUTY TO YOURSELF
I OWE a duty to my grandsires who came
to America frojn England, as early as
1640; who served in the Revolutionary
army after 1776 under direction of General
Washington, and who always contended that
they loved the “home of the brave and the
land of the free.” There were Tories in
those early days who preferred the British
yoke, because they
“Loved the pomp and state
Before the palace gate”—
but their effort failed.
Those -who were my forbears belonged, as
before said, to the majority, who spared
neither blood or treasure to organize, sup
port and maintain civil and religious liberty
in the United States of America. As a de
scendant of these self-denying and self
sacrificing kinspeople I would feel like a
coward and a craven to desert their princi
ples and go off at a tangent to line up with,
those who are willing to destroy the success
ful methods of government which haW made
this country the most admired and most
prosperous government on the eastern and
western continents by comparison. In my
very advanced age I think I would lose
my own self-respect if I could vote to break
down and eventually destroy this republic,
this country which is owned by the people
and which should be directed by the people
themselves in a spirit of fairness to all the
people of our common country. I do not
claim any particular privilege or bounty for
myself that may not be claimed and exer
cised by any other legalized citizen in tie
United States. We opened the doors to
all emigrants who loved liberty and who fled
from tyranny and serfdom in this wonderful
union of states for a long period of pros
perous years.
After the Civil war was over we made
treaties and signed compacts with China and
Japan, "which treaties and compacts we later
decided to abrogate, but there has never
been a time since the landing at Plymouth
Roqk that we closed the door on other emi
grants who came here seeking civil and reli
gious liberty and a home in the land of the
free, after they landed among us and be
came subject to our rules and regulations as
set forth in the Bill of Rights, which we
generally call the Constitution of the United/
.States. This Bill of Rights was signed by
patriots of good character and profound pa- <
triotism. We came into being as inheritors
of these patriotic forbears, and we should
in gratitude and respect accept our heritage
in a grateful if not a reverential spirit of
obedience.
This is my feeling and my conviction. As
I see it I am in duty bound to try to stand
in their shoes, after the work had fallen un
finished from their lifeless hands.
I have written this preamble to call your
attention to your duty to yourself, dear read
er. Be sure to examine into your own re
spect for your own country and try to real
ize your obligation to those who will pros
per as you have prospered, after you make
that last visit in the cemetery, to remain;
or whb get into racial difficulties and rnfi/be
entangle these United States in a conflict
much more destructive than the Civil war to
American prosperity. r J he old adage, Let
well enough alone,” applies right now, with
added force and seriousness. Whoever is
ready to disrupt and destroy the internal
peace and happiness of our common country
is perforce our common enemy.
Bee-keeping, farming and market garden
ing are among the occupations taught to
British soldiers.
Web-footed, with long, silken hair, a dog
which does not bark has been found in the
Amazon valley.
peared. Julie realized 'hat it was the first
lime she had ever given an order to one of
the servants, and she hadn’t the slightest
idea of what to say,
“Will you please bring up some cock
tails?” she stammered, and then flushed
scarlet as Matthew hastily amended her
order.
“Gin and vermouth, Josephine, and no
fruit juices.” Hie order was crisp and curt
and the smirk on Josephine’s face changed
quickly to a look of respect. Julie won
dered if Matthew noticed the girl’s insolent
air, and she wondered, too. what he would
say if he knew that she, herself, had never
tasted a cocktail in her life.
Thur-Jay—“Margaret Versus Julie.” Re
new your - uhscript io»u now to avoid missing
a chapter of this splendid story,