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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Wherefore let him that thinketh he
xtandeth take heed lest he fall. There
hath no temptation taken you but such as
common to man; but God is faithful, who
will not suffer you to be tempted above
that ye arc able; but will with the temp
tation also make away to escape, that ye
may be able to bear it. —Paul’s First Let
ter to the Corinthians, 10:12, 13.
Gettmg Out the Vote
ALTHOUGH the presidential election four
years ago attracted to the polls nearly
27,000,000 voters, establishing a new
high record, widespread alarm was occasion
ed because the ratio of participants to eligl
bles was considerably less than 50 per cent.
The nineteenth amendment, had been rati
fied previous to the election, conferring
suffrage upon women, and there was every
reason to suppose that the popular expres
sion in 1920 would approximately double
that of 1916. But nothing of the sort oc
curred.
Jn 1916, the popular vote exceeded 18,-
00.0,000, so that the 1920 vote, in the light
ot ellgibles, was considerably less, and the
disparity between actual voters and eligible®
even greater.
Apparently, the women, after clamoring
for the ballot, had failed to exercise it, but
as a matter of fact in many states, Georgia
among the number, the ratification of the
nineteenth amendment had come too late to
enable the women to qualify for participat
ing by registering in accordance 'with the
law. *
But whatever the cause, the fact is that
the apathy was the subject of speculation,
and many conscientious citizens expressed a
fear that the trend in America was toward
a condtiion which inevitably would result
in placing the control of the government in
the hands of relatively few people, usually
manipulated by the professional politicians.
Unquestionably there is grave danger to
American institutions and popular govern
ment in indifference to election results, and
an apathetic attitude toward the issues of
national campaigns. It is the duty of every
citizen to take an interest in the politics of
the country, and to record their preference
when the opportunity offers.
It is estimated that there are at least 27,-
1)00,000 non-votere in the United States;
that is to say, the/e are 27,000,000 men
and women who enjoy the qualifications for
voting, who either fail to register for elec
tions, or who, having registered, fail to
vote on election day. It is not difficult to
understand why many persons fail to regis
ter, but it is difficult to understand the
man or having taken the “trou
ble” to register, fail to go to complete a
solemn duty already begun.
Collier’s Weekly is lending aid to a na
tion-wide movement to “get out. the vote”
on election day. and has offered a silver
trophy to the state that polls the largest
proportion of its eligible vote in the presi-
Idential election. In some of the newspapers
of the .country it is suggested that the con
test for tins trophy, wnich is -symbolical of'
loyal devotion to American political ideals,
rests among the northern and western
states, “where suffrage is general.” But
1 that isn’t correct, if the trophy is to be
awarded to the state that polls the largest
proportion ot its eligible vote, for in the
muth only persons who have duly registered
ire eligible, and relatively few negroes are
registered, so they do nq£ enter into the
equation.
"Four years ago Delaware and Indiana
led the states of the union in the matfer
of voting. In Delaware. 75.1 per cent ot
the eligible? participated in the presidential
•lection, while in’ Indiana 7 1.1 went to the
ly and cheerfuly see
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wtte ATLAN’IA TRI-WEEKLY JULR.XAL
polls. Kentucky, West Virginia, Utah and
North Dakota each polled over 70 per cent
.of their qualified vote. In Georgia, South
Carolina and Mississippi the ratio of voters
to eligibility was ridiculously small.
We have no figures as to the total regis
tration in Georgia, but with a population of
2,895,832 (1920 census), the total popular
vote of 150,852 in the 1920 presidential
election was absurdly insignificant and re
flected no credit upon the alertness of the
people as to the significance of the election.
*\nd the total popular vote in 1920 ex
ceeded by .thirty thousand the vote cast in
1912, and by thirteen thousand the vote of
1916.
The alarming indifference of the people o"
Georgia to things political does not bear out
the criticism and complaint that is frequent
ly made that Georgia suffers from too much
politics. It is the other way round, if any
thing. Georgians do not take enough inter
est in politics, otherwise Georgia’s popular
vote would be many times as large as it is
in the presidential elections, and in state and
municipal primaries.
The blame for political indifference does
not rest entirely with the residents of our
rural districts. Indeed, there may be- some
excuse for their failure to vote, considering
that the polls are not accessible and trans
portation facilities not always convenient,
but the same cannot be said of the citizens
of our citie.9, among them Atlanta.
The recent municipal primary in Atlant*
served to illustrate the alarming indiffer
ence of the residents of the city. Fewer
than 15,000 men and women went to the
polls to participate in a primary, the result
of which was equivalent to an election.
Nearly twice that number were qualified
for participation, yet when they stayed away
from the polls, although duly qualified as
electors.
The city of Denver isn’t very much larger
chan yet in a Republican primary,
held in that city a few weeks ago, over
10,000 voters expressed themselves, and this
despite the fact that in Denver the Repub
licans are in the minority, and the city is
governed by a Democratic administration.
Os course, it isn’t suggested that Atlanta
should turn out as many voters as Denver,
but certainly there is no reason why the
vote in Denver should be three times as
great as that of Atlanta—no reason except
that our people do not take the same meas
ure of interest in politics.
In view of the indifference of Georgians
to things political, the enthusiasm at the
recent Macon convention was all the more
significant, and it is to be hoped that the
interest manifested at the state convention
will be reflected in the vole next month.
Certainly the Democrats of Georgia should
cast, at a minimum, over 200,000 votes for
Davis and Bryan.
QUIZ
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get the answer to any question puzzling
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ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. Is it true that toads survive after being
buried for long intervals in solid clav or
rock? C. R. S.
A. These stories are usually unworthy of
belie!. Experiment has shown that no toad
can long endure deprivation of air, water
and lood, though in porous stone or moist
soil they might remain alive for long pe
riods.
Q. Can the drug scopolainin really com
pel a person to tell the truth? S. P. M.
A’ Pr ’ K ’ Jeliffe, New York psychia
trist, is authority for the statement that
scopolainin affects a subject like most other
intoxicants. He said: “Experience with all
intoxicants and disturbing drugs shows us
that truth and falsehood are as closely in
terwoven, though in differing proportions
in the subjects under their influence as it
is in the normal conversation of the same
subjects. M ith subjects of a criminal tend
ency we would find that under the. influ
ence of scopolamin the subject might make
himself out worse than he actually is, just
as drunken men frequently boast falsely of
great wickedness.”
Q. Are the Hudson tubes under the river
bed, and how far down? P. o. J.
A. The four tunnels of the Hudson and
Manhattan railroad are located under the
streets of New York City, Jersey Citv, and
Hoboken, and cross between New York and
New Jersey under the bed of the Hudson
river. The maximum depth of the top of
the tunnels below the bed of the river is
JO feet and the minimum depth 10 feet
The maximum depth of the top of the tun
nels below mean river level is 80 feet and
minimum 60 feet.
Q. What is a henry? w. F.
A. It is the practical unit of induction in
he measurement of self and mutual induc
tion. it was named in honor of Joseph Hen
ry who contributed greatly to the world’s
store of knowledge regarding electricitv In
like manner was the watr. the practical
\Vn!t n POWer ,° r aetivity - named for James
watt, the mechanical engineer, famous for
his improvements of the steam engine.
Q. Is it true that men of short stature
have never figured prominently in our gov
ernment? R. w. G. ”
A Lombroso in his “Man of Genius” says
t oat greatness and stature are rarelv found
v together. In consulting biographies of a
number of great men in American historv
however, it has been found that this state
ment does not always apply. There have
Uav On V boln niore prominent men
aboxe middle height than below. \mon
the short men may he numbered John
Quincy Adams. Admiral Fareasrut Pa u’
Tones General Phil Sheridan. Stephen ‘\'
w,llian, h. s ., var!l and ‘
'an Buren. On the other hand we find
ihat Charles Summer was 6 f eet 4 ; Thomas
land. h feet 2L: Andrew Jackson'. 6 feet ]■
Adanis. Samuel P. Chase and .TonV
than Edwards described as “over 6 feet:”
sines Monroe. “6 feet or more:” Bayard
::iy’or. “6 feet at tire age of 17:” Georg'.
Washington. 6 fre\ Henry Ward Reeclrer
Rufus Choa’o. Beniamin Franklin
slight’v -redrer 6 Ore. Daniel Web«rer and
, Patrick Henry were about 5 feet 10.
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, Clau
dia, does everything in her power to
. make things uncomfortable for her new
stepmother. It isn’t long before Mat
thew begins to feel that he has made a
mistakd, —Now go on with the story.
CHAPTER XXI
Matthew Seeks Out Margaret
BRADFORD PIERCE had at first felt
sorry for Julie because she was so.
plainly out of her element. That was
why he had gone out of his way to pay
her attention. But during the talk with
her he had realized the latent possibilities
in the girl. He was quick to perceive that
innate fineness buried deep in her, and,
after all, her faults were not glaring ones.
Then, too, he hated the modern attitude to
ward life, the laxity of things, the false
ness. He despised women like Margaret
Davenport, and to him Julie was fresh, un
spoiled, virgin territory, a clean palette for
his brushes of life.
Pierce knew Matthew well. They had
been at Harvard together, and although
Matthew' had married early in life, Bradford
was still a bachelor. His mother presided
over the house, and Bradford often felt
that it was the fact that he had never mar
ried that made him so fastidious about
women. For he was fastidious, almost nar
row ihi his views, and in spite of Julie’s lack
of social graces she had attracted him.
How she had lighted up under his careful
handling of her. It would be interesting
to take her to a concert and to watch her
under the spell of the music. There were
other things, too, he might do for her. He
might direct her reading, and later talk
things over with her. He might help to
educate her, for somehow he felt that Mat
thew never would.
To Bradford there was a coldness about
Matthew he had never understood. During
Matthew’s first marriage to Berenice Wells,
a woman as cold and controlled as Mat
thew himself, Bradford had felt that he
and Alatthew had little in common. After
the death of Bernice there had come a
clThnge, and once more he and Matthew
had drawn together, had come nearer that
friendship which had been theirs in college.
But he could not help wondering how this
second marriage, -would turn out. It seemed
t.Q him that Julie would have-a great deal i
to bear and that, for the most part, Mat
thew would fail to understand her. He
would expect her to jump immediately into
Berenice's place, to take charge of that
spoiled flapper,. Claudia, to be a‘mother to
Robert and, above all. Io fulfill all the man
ifold duties that would of necessity devolve
upon her as his wife. Would the marriage
be a success? Would Julie be equal to it?
It would bo fascinating to experiment, with
her mentality, to draw her out, to develop
the material that was in, her.
The reception roused no such trend of
thought iu Matthew’s mind. His thoughts
were not with Julie, but himself. He was
intensely sorry for himself, and the week
following the reception he left the office
early in order to drop in on Margaret Daven
port. at tea-time.
Ho was in his element as he walked down
the long room to the table in the large dor
mer window. It was delicious to sink into a
comfortable chair and to see her there, her
fingers wavering so daintily over the tea
service, her soft-throaty voice in his ears.
Hu's is like old times, Matthew.”
She wore a loose tea gown that fell away
in soft folds from her throat. After she
had poured his tea and handed it to him
she fitted a cigarette in a holder and light
ed it. deftly. Matthew had never liked to
see women smoke, but today there was
something finished, about it that appealed to
him, something that smacked of sophistica-
something charming and restful.
“You’re looking very lovely, Margaret,”
he heard himself saying. Ami as he spoke
she smiled at him, and he fancied he
glimpsed something in her eyes, an expres
sion that was gone in a moment, but that
had been strangely revealing. Margaret
cared. He was sure of that nbw. It wasn’t
la dream, then, and he might have had her
The knowledge did not stir his pulses or
make his heart beat faster, but it did soothe
his vanity. He must come here often. There
was no reason, after all, why he and Mar
| garet shouldn’t be friends.
CHAPTER XXII
Bradford and Julie
Matthew was somewhat surprised and a
little amused when Bradford Pierce sug
gested taking Julie to hear some music but
he made no objection to it; in fact, he’ was
more pleased than otherwise. He felt of
course, that Bradford was merelv being kind
amt Ins own conscience troubled him as he
realized how little he himself had done to
amuse Julie. He had taken her to the,
theater a couple of times, hut he had been
jfiankly bored. That adoration of hers that
ba r ’ ) H n I R °J ntenßely Mattering to him be
hTnnnt a ? . married her always irritated
a Tin? he-hated the way she looked
at him and the way her lips trembled if by
chance he said anything to hurt her
Peoplp at Br P mp ton Manor had been kind.
1 hey had called and Julie had returned their
! calls because Matthew wished it. Once
Julie had gone to a dance with Matthew
at the Country Club, but it hadn’t been a
[success because of her diffidence and the
I tact that she had no small talk.
I ..A Vith Bradford Pierce, however, she was
| different. She did not feel so shy with him
lOn the day she was to meet him in New
j York she lelt gay, eager. She wondered if
' then talk would border on the personal and
Th-TkT^ 1 that very thiny - because,
dimly she realized that he might help her
From the very first the day was quite
perfect. They had lunch at a small and
very exclusive French restaurant just a few
doors off Fifth avenue. At first Julie was
shy, but gradually she expanded, until over
' _. Ie T cotfee and dessert she was almost
Tiyid. Bradford was trying to impart some
information to her in a subtle way and she
was absorbed in every word of what he had
to say.
icisonaliti is what counts,” he was sav
ing, “above all in a woman. Personality
in choosing clothes, in making her setting
perfect, in expressing herself in whatever
touches her closely.’’
“But suppose a woman doesn’t know ”
she answered quickly, almost breathlessly.
“How is she to go about knowing 9” And
then suddenly her cheeks were flaming and
she was hurrying on, almost as if sh? want
ed to speak her words before she could re
gret saying them. “I don’t know, Mr.
Pierce. I don’t know what me or what
I want. I don’t know whether I have per
sonality or not and I don't know how to
go about acquiring culture. I want to bo
like Matthew’s friends, like that beautiful
Mrs. Davenport. I want not to feel fright
ened when I meet people, but all the while
I keep thinking how stupid I am. until
finally I just freeze up and can’t say a
thing. Can’t you help me? Isn’t there
something I can do?”
She was leaning toward him. and quite
suddenly he realized that with this girl he
could not very well he subtle. She was too
simple, too natural; she had thrown aside
B her pride and, although she was not aware
of it, was asking him to help her hold her
husband. It was pathetic.
“Abnnr *’.otl;ps.” ho h'gan evenly. “Put
t yourself in the hands of some one who;
THE COUNTRY HOME ]
BY MRS. W. 11. FELTON
GROWING FRK’TION IN PROTESTANT
CHURCHES
/tv HE dismissal of Dr. Fox from Mercer;
I university because of his religious opin
ions startles the average Georgia read-;
er because it is near by—close at home. The ;
first impression it created was antagonism '
about evolution, by Dr. Weaver’s very diplo
matic letter of dismissal expressly states that
Dr. Fox did not. teach evolution during his
eight years in the university. Perhaps it
: was concerning virgin birth, which seems to
be exciting more than usual discussion in
the foreign mission field. The word comes
from far overseas, “How can you prove?’
“How can you prove?”
When the Chicago Exposition opened its
doors in 1893 there were a great many for
eign cultured scientists and priests and
preachers who made a long stay in the Unit
ed States, and who spent months, maybe a
year, before they returned to the Eastern
continent. The congresses held in that expo
sition era' were manifestly important, so
much so that the elaborate papers furnished
by these foreigners were printed daily, and
those who were better qualified than myself
to pass judgment on thees papers were out
spoken in their praise and general adraira-1
tion.
They also examined other cities beside
Chicago. Somebody questioned a cultured
Chinaman about the effect of foreign mis
sionaries on the religious belief of China, i
With remarkable courtesy he went on to [
say: “I have been much interested in your
Chicago soup-houses and the crowds that,
stand in line for long hours until their time
comes. The same class of people in China are
l more than friendly to the good men and
women you send over there, and so long as
the helping hand is within reach they accept
and convert. I notice also they are more
rthan apt to return to their old faiths when
the helping hand is not in evidence.”
Perhaps I have not made my point as
cleai’ as I hoped to do, but the chances are
that the Mercer student body, which was en
thusiastic for Dr. Fox, will also sav, “How :
can you prove? Hovv can you prove?”
The Presbyterians have had friction, the
Episcopalians and Baptists are in controver
sy with one. Dr. Brown, and Dr. Fosdick.
The Methodists are engaged in trying to j
unify.
If evolution is the modern canker-sore,
then evolution cannot be retired by the or
ders of any man, set of men, church party
or religious corporation. The Chink's out
cry, “How can you prove? How can you
prove?” will always be coming up to the
; front.
THE WONDERFUL GERMAN AIR VESSEL
i While we ate and slept without excitement
' during the eighty hours that were needed to
I bring the great dirigible from the center of
Germany to the landing place in Lakehurst, ■
perhaps the greatest travel feat ever record
ed in the history of the world was being
performed. the rate of a mile a minute
the airship crossed the Atlantic in perfect
safety and without an accident —a straight
line from the east to the west, guided with
remarkable skill in transit and with remark
able comfort by night and by day to the
I crew. I can go back in memory to the first.
passenger train between Marthasville and
Marietta, Ga., in 1 843, and how I was
thrilled, through and through, to see an en
gine pull two cars, passenger and frieght,
crossing the Chattahoochee river on a great
trestle, afterwards a real bridge, and rolling
along in safety and comfort.
But compare the distances, and we can
perhaps comprehend the trip, nearly half I
round the globe, in October, 1 924, within
eighty hours, when a little more than eighty
years ago the fastest railroad train in Geor
gia was about ten miles an hour.
“What wonders hath God wrought!” was
the first message sent when the first Atlan
tic cable was laid under the Atlantic ocean.
We have lived to see undreamed of miracles
in the air, as also under the sea.
THE ACTRESS “LOTTA”
THE story of Lotta Crabtree reads
like fiction, and very surprising fic
tion. Away back in the 70s, Lotta
was a prime favorite in* Washington city. I
did' not go to theaters often, indeed very
seldom, because I could not take ( a small son
to such places either to the afternoon mati
nees or to evening performances.
But Lotta made herself so popular and
the town w*as so wild about her and I
bought tickets for a matinee and the crowd
was so great I had to stand up for a great j
part of the time in the aisle. She was very
captivating, bright as a new dollnr, and kept
the crowd in a delightful roar of excitement
all the time. Her critics now say she was
not a great actress when she reached the
peak of her fame, but plain folks like my
self didn’t know the difference. I thought
she had been dead and buried a long time,
when a news items a few weeks ago said
she had died only a few weeks since, in
Boston.
She died at seventy, an old woman and a
very rich one. She left the stage at forty
six, but she had begun acting at six. She
never married, and had no vexation with
the divorce courts, a method exceedingly
common in these modern days with actors
and actresses. She made a million dollars
out of her stage career and continued to
save and reinvest until she was ahle to be
queathe four millions to the disabled World
War veterans. Iler kinfolks seem to be dis
puting her will, however, and may break it.
Her relatives did little or nothing for her
in life and perhaps had little gratitude for
her personal gifts. It was a wonderful ca
reer, and she was a self-made actress —if
there is any on recoi>L
Though he has been blind for nearly ten
years, John Sargent, of Rempstone, Eng
land. has just completed sixty years of serv
j ice as a pastor.
There are 1,200,000 “city cows” in the<
United States, a survey by the United .States
department of agriculture shows.
Two complete skeletons and remains of
pottery have been dug up in a clay pit re
puted to be a Roman burial ground at
Chickerell, England.
I'ishermen in Kent and Essex, England,
have complained of damage to nets through
picking up old njachine guns dumped in
the sea. i
knows, an expert who will guide you. It
won’t be long before you’ll acquire taste in
selection, and once you have acquired that
the other things will come. But remember
this one thing: Never allow another person ,
to force anything on you once you’ve made
up your mind you don't want it. If you have
definite likes and dislikes, analyze them.
In time you’ll find yourself changing, de
veloping. You’ll see.”
At the concert he watched her narrowly.
She was the born music lover, sitting en
thralled, enchanted and turning to him in
the intermission with the wide starry eyes
of a child. They talked music, they dis
cussed the program, and when she found
that he was encouraging her to state her
own views she did so shyly while he helped
her to a better understanding.
“She’s very much worth while.” ran his
thoughts. “I wonder how much Matthew
cares for her and if he realizes how much he
can hurt her if he isn’t careful.”
Thursday—“ Julie Makes a Start”
TTEHOAY. OOTO r ’-.:R CH. ere i
THE SEA HAWK
BY RAFAEL SABATINI
(Pubi;r-lied by Arrangement With First National Pictures,
Inc, Copyrighted by Houghton-Mi Ulin Company.) i
What has gone before.—Sir Oliver
Tressilian, renowned for his exploits on
the Spanish Main, is betrothed to Rosa
mund Godolphin. but the marriage is
opposed by Rosamund’s brother, Peter,
who takes every opportunity to mani
fest his antagonism. A stinging insult
finally provokes Oliver, in the hearing j
of witnesses, to threaten to kill him,
but the thought of Rosamund deters
him. In a quarrel over a woman Oli
ver’s young half-brother, Lionel, kills ‘
Peter in self-defense, and is himself
wounded. Lionel extracts a promise
from his brother to keep the affair a |
secret. Suspicion fastens upon Oliver,
who unavailingly protests his innocence
to Rosamund and her guardian, Sir
John Killigrew. They tell him a trail
of blood, undoubtedly that of the mur
derer, has been found to lead from the
dead body to his doorway.
I'Tir from proving his guilt, however,
this actually establishes his innocence,
for he bears no mark on his body of
recent wound. He lays his proof be-
I fore the justices. Convinced of his in
-1 nocence, they draw up a document to !
that effect and give it to him to hold
in readiness until needed.—Now go on
with the story.
CHAPTER VI
Jasper Leigh
IF that Christmas was one of sorrow at
Godolphin Court, it was nothing less at
Pen arrow.
Sir Oliver was moody and silent in those
days, given to sit for long hours staring into
the heart of the fire and repeating to himself
again and again every word of his interview
with Rosamund, now in a mood of bitter re
sentment against her for having so readily
believed his guilt, now in a gentler sorrowing
humor which made full allowance for the
strength of the appearances against him.
His half-brother moved softly about the
house now in a sort of self-effacement, never
daring to intrude upon Sir Oliver’s abstrac
tions. He was well acquainted with their
cause. He knew what had happened at
Godolphin Court, knew that Rosamund had
dismissed Sir Oliver for all time, and his
heart smote him to think that he should
leave his brother to bear this burden that
rightly belonged to his own shoulders.
The thing preyed so much upon his mind
that in an expansive moment one evening he
gave it tongue.
“Noll,” he said, standing beside his broth
‘ er’s side in the fire-lit gloom, and resting a
Yand upon his brother’s shoulder, “were it
not best to tell the truth?
Sir Oliver looked up quickly, frowning.
“Art. mad?” quoth he. “The. truth would
hang thee. Lal.”
“It might not. And in any case you are
suffering something worse than hanging. Oh.
I have watched you every hour this week
past, and I know the pain that abides in
: you.’ It is not just.” And he insisted, “We
had best tell the truth.”
Sir Oliver smiled wistfully. He/put out a
hand and took bis brother’s.
“ ’Tis noble in you to propose it, Lal.”
“Not half so noble as it is in you to bear
all the suffering for a deed that was my
own.”
“Bah!” Sir Oliver shrugged impatiently;
his glance fell away from Lionel’s face and
I returned to the consideration of the fire.
I “After all, I can throw off the burden when
I will. Such knowledge as that /'ill en
hearten a man through any trial.”
He had spoken in a harsh, cynical tone,
and Lionel had turned cold at his words.
He stood a long while in silence there, turn
ing them over in his mind and considering
the riddle which they presented him. He
thought of asking his brother bluntly for
the key to it, for the precise meaning of
his disconcerting statement; but courage
failed him. He feared lest Sir Oliver should
confirm his own dread interpretation of it.
He drew away after a time, and soon
after went to bed. For days thereafter the
phrase rankled in his mind. “I can throw
off the burden when I will.” Conviction
grew upon him that Sir Oliver meant that
he was enheartened by the knowledge that
by speaking if he chose he could clear him
self. That Sir Oliver would so speak he
could not think. Indeed, he was entirely
assured that Sir Oliver was very far from
intending to throw off hi burden. Yet he
might come to change his mind.
Lionel sought to assure himself that his
brother was a man of stern fiber, a rnan
who never lost control of himself. But
against this he would argue that what had
happened in the-past was no guarantee of
what might happen in the future; that a
limit was set to the endurance of every man
be he ever so strong, and that it was far
from impossible that the limit of Sir Oliver’s
endurance might be reached in this affair.
If that happened, in what case should he
find himself?
The answer to this was a picture beyond
his fortitude. to contemplate. The dnager
of his being sent to trial and made to suf
fer the extreme penalty of the law would
bo far greater now than«if he had spoken
at once. The tale he could then have told
must have compelled some attention, for
he was accounted a man of unsmirched
honor and his word must carry some weight.
But now none would believe, him. They
would argue from his silence and from his
having suffered his brother to be unjustly
accused that he was craven-hearted and dis
honorable, and that if he had acted thus it.
was because he had no good defense to offer
for his deed.
Thus he came to the dread conclusion
that in his endeavors to screen himself he
had but enmeshed himself the more inex
tricably. If Oliver but spoke he was lost.
And back he came to the question: What,
assurance had he that Oliver would not
speak ?
The fear of this, from occurring to him oc
casionally, began to haunt him day and night,
and for all that tl|p fe<cr had left him and
his wound was entirely healed he remained
pale and thin and hollow-eyed. Indeed the
secret terror that was in his soul glared out
of his eyes at ever.v moment.
Coming one afternoon into the dining room,
which was ever Sir Oliver’s favorite haunt
in the mansion of Penarrow, Lionel found his
half-brother in that brooding attitude, elbow .
on knee and chin on palm, staring into the
fire. This was so habitual now in Sir Oliver
that it had begun to irritate Lionel’s tense
nerves; it. had come to seem to him that in
this listlessness was a studied tacit reproach
aimed at himself.
“Why do you sit ever thus over the fire like
some old crone?” he growled, voicing at last
the irritability that so long had been grow
ing in him.
Sir Oliver looked round with mild surprise
in his glance. Then from Lionel his eyes
traveled to the long windows.
“It rains,” he said.
“It was not your v.ont to he driven to the
fireside by rain. But rain or shine ’tis ever
the same. You never go abroad.”
“To what end?” quoth Sir Oliver, with the
same mildness, but a. v rinlfle of bewilderment
coming gradually between his dark brows.
“Do you suppose I love to meet lowering
vlances. to see hr-nds approach one another so
t’:at cr.nf-r’on’irl curses o f me may be mut
tered 9 ”
“Ha!” cried Lionel, short and sharp, his
The Truth in the Looking Glass
By Dr. Frank Crane
\ HE other day I stood in a hotel lobby
| looking at. a man. I had only a side
view of his face. I glanced into a mir
ror in front of him, however, and was sur
prised to sec how different he appeared.
Have you ever noticed how strange and
unsatisfactory those pictures are in which
one is portrayed as he is, and as he is re
flected in a looking glass?
The fact is, whe,n you get aroupd to an
, other side of any person, any thing, any idea,
i or any emotion, it is not the same.
The truth is never all in one mind. Each
,is limited by his standpoint. Only an om-
I nipotent eye, which could see all sides of
anything at once, could be called truthful.
That is why travel, culture, wide reading
and all forms of experience improve the
judgment. The youth sees more clearly per
haps than the man, but he has not moved
I about as much.
The items of religions belief are often
much more clean-cut in a narrows provincial,
uneducated mind than in the mind of the
cultured person; but it does not follow that
the narrower vision is the truer.
As the w'orld is deepening in wisdom, ac
i cumulating the* facts of science, tasting all
i forms of literature and art, developing by
travel the cosmopolitan spirit, and altogether
growing out of provincialism into univer
sality, it is losing the sharpness of its for
mer secretarianism. That does not imply
; that it is losing its faith.
One reason why people in mediaeval times
had such clear, distinct beliefs is that they
'read little and traveled less. They lived
1 their lives out in the tow’n where they were
born. They never saw .the truth except from
one angle and naturally supposed ‘that they
who saw' it from another angle were heretics
i and accursed.
Nowadays all nations and tribes are being
woven together in a mighty world-loom, of
which the railway trains and ocean liners
and telegraph messages are the shuttles.
It takes the whole of humanity to reflect
correctly the truth of heaven. No one sect
nor cult can see that truth as it is.
I should like to live a hundred years from
now to see what the world-view of destiny
and morals will be, when China, India and
Japan have thoroughly mixed’ their ideas
with ours, and w r hen out of the welter the
fittest shall survive.
“In the Pitti Palace at Florence,” says a
writer upon art, “there is a statue, standing
alone in its naked beauty, in the center of
a many-sided salon, paneled with mirrors,
J in which it is reflected at once in every dif
ferent aspect, and in each, though differ
ently, yet truly, as long as the mirror be
1 clear and unwarped. And such is truth.”
Literature ■ is such a many-sided mirror.
I Slowly by the million flashes of truth
emerges the yet vague conception of The
Truth, never to hg grasped by one mind
comprehensible only by the vast universal
mind of man.
Not. a man, but mankind, can see Gcd as
He is.
(Copyright, 1924.)
QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES
A farmer at. a county fair was on the look
out for a. bargain in horseflesh. Presently
he spied a poor specimen of a horse —it was
almost a ghost—coming along, and eyed it
with half a smile. The ow’ner, scenting a
buyer, stopped.
“Hum!” said the farmer; “how much?”
“One hundred dollars.”
“Have ye a license?”
“A license—.what for?” exclaimed the
owner, in astonishment.
“For the sale of spirits,” murmured the
other as he strolled off.
The woman who stood before the window
in the bank was beginning to get a little
restless. She had been standing in front
of the receiving teller for a quarter of an
hour and he seemd to be quite unaware of
her presence—at any rate he took n 0 notice
at all of her.
At last, she became too irritated to keep
quiet another moment.
“Why don’t you pay attention to me?”
I’m sorry, ma’am, we don’t pay any
thing here,” was the short but polite reply.
“Next window, please.”
It isn’t really a masterly speech unless
people read it before looking up the club
standing.—Jersey City (Jersey) Journal.
One reason for the Prince of Wales’ pop
ularity among Americans is that he has
never been known to deliver a lecture.—
Columbils Dispatch.
Pretty soon some alienist will have to
specialize in the study of motor-madness.
■ And perhaps he can find out what’s the
matter with so many automobile repair men.
I —Albany Evening News.
While we’re raising monuments to great
humorists why not erect one a mile high
to the fellow who first used the expression,
“educational value of popular movies?”—
Little Rock (Arkansas) Democrat.
We all like birds, especially the one that
can do that hook slide into second. —Birdk
mingham News.
If the saloons hadn’t been abolished
where could we have put all the filling
stations?—Little Rock (Arkansas) Gazette.
When a woman listens attentively to every
word a man utters it’s a sure sign that she
cither loves or hates him.
Man never realizes how weak he is until
he tries to quit smoking or meets a woman
insurance agent.—lllinois State Journal.
I
The International Institute of Agriculture
■ at Rome plans a world-wide agricultural
: census in 1930.
1 sunken eyes blazing suddenly. “It has come
to this, then, that having voluntarily done
this thing to shield me, you now reproach me
with it.” i
“I?” cried Sir Oliver, aghast.
“Your very words are a reproach. D’ye
think I do not read the meaning that lies
under them?”
Sir Oliver rose slowly, staring at his
brother. He shook his head and smiled.
“Lal, Lal!” he said. “Your wound has left
you disordered, boy. With what have I re
proached you, "What was this hidden mean
reg of my words? If you will read aright you
vill see it to be that to go abroad is to In
volve myself in fresh quarrels, for my mood
is become short, and I will not. brook sour
looks and mutterings. That is all.”
He advanced and set his hands up-on his
brother’s shoulders. Holding him so at arm,’s
length he considered him, what time Lionel
drooped his head and a slow flush overspread
his cheeks.
"Dear fool!” he said, and shook him. “What
ails you? You are pale and gaunft and not
yourself at all. I have a notion. I’ll furnish
me a ship and you shall sail with me to my
oid hunting grounds. There is life out yonder
—life that will restore your vigor and your
zest, and perhaps mine as well. How say
you, now?”
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