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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
An high look, and a proud heart, and
the plowing of the wicked is sin. The
thoughts of the diligent tend only to plen
teousness; but of everyone that his hasty,
only to want. The getting of treasures by
a lying tongue is a vanity tossed to and
fro of them that seek death. It is better
to dwell in the corner of the housetop
than with a brawling woman in a wide
house. Whoso stoppeth his ears at the
cry of the poor, he also shall cry himself
but shall not be heard. —Proverbs.
Flagrantly Absurd
ZEAL not malice, we prefer to be
lieve, is responsible for much of the
misrepresentation in w’hich some of
Georgia’s well-meaning, but misguided critics
have recently engaged concerning child labor
In Georgia. We are prompted to take this
view because we find it difficult to believe
that any man or woman engaged in so noble
a work as protecting the children of the
country Is capable of maliciously circulating
such flagrant libels against Georgia as have
recently come to our attention.
Recently, Good Housekeeping, a widely
read, justly popular and influential magazine,
published that “Georgia has 89,000 child
workers between the ages of 10 and 15, most
of whom are employed in cotton mills.” That
statement was utterly and absurdly false on
its face. The fact is that the cotton mills of
Georgia, according to United States census re
ports, employ only 45,153 operatives of all
ages—men, women and children.
Hal M. Stanley, Georgia’s efficient and
commissioner of commerce and labor,
jhould be familiar with conditions in Georgia,
and Mr. Stanley, answering the libel against
the state, calls attention to the fact that dur
ing 1923 “There were employed only 26S
children under 14 1-2 years of age.
There were employed in the cotton mills 30
orphans under the age of 14; 78 children of
widowed mothers between the ages of 12 and
14, and 160 between the ages of 14 and 14 1-2
years.” .
Mr. Stanley further calls attention to the
census report for 1919, showing that at that
time there were 6,961 children under the age
of 17 working in the cotton mills, and then
he clinches his refutaticrti of the libel by
showing that all told the cotton mills of Geor
gia employ only 45,153, of whom “the records
show 84 per cent are above the age of 17
years.”
It is Mr. Stanley’s charitable "presumption”
that the magazine article in question took
into account "every child who labors on the
farms, sells newspapers, shines shoes, works
at domestic labor or engages In employment
of like character,” and transfers them from
their field of activity to the cotton mills of
the state. But even so, Mr. Stanley seriously
doubts whether 89,000 children between 10
and 15 years of age are engaged in the sev
eral lines of activity he mentions.
The statement which he attributes to an
article in Good Housekeeping is not the only
unfair and unfounded criticism of Georgia to
which Commissioner Stanley referred in his
statement last Sunday. It appears that a
good lady in our sister state of Alabama—a
former child labor inspector, it seems—has
become unduly excited because some 40 or
60 children under 14 years of age march
dally across the Chattahoochee river bridges,
from Alabama to Georgia, “to engage in
work.”
"1 do not know when this good lady made
this check.” says Mr. Stanley, “but there is
every reason to believe that she knows noth
ing of what she talks about. A number of
children do come from Alabama to Georgia
eAery morning, but they come to ejjter our
schools and get an education. The superin
tendent of schools at Columbus states that
there are 75 such children in the city schools
of Columbus, and I presume they march
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across the bridges every morning, and that
they may b under 14 years of age.”
We agree with Commissioner Stanley that
Georgia’s child labor law may not be all that
it should be, but, like the commissioner, we
do not lelieve that the advocates of improve
ment will make any substantial progress by
the issuance of half-baked statements khat
teem with flagrant falsehoods.
A Notable Achievement
THE arrival of the ZR-3 at Lakehurst,
New Jersey, Wednesday, marked a dis
tinctly forward step in a form of trans-
Atlantic transportation, in the development of
which haste must necessarily be made slowly,
but concerning which the successful voyage
of the big dirigible holds much promise. No
stretch of imagination is required to visualize
in the not far distant future an era in which
the seven seas will offer no serious obstacle
to safe and expeditious commercial intercourse
by means of airships of the types of the ZR-3,
which will go down in history as a pioneer in
the field of commercial dirigibles.
Plans for linking the nations by commercial
dirigibles have been under consideration, in
Europe for many months, and airship services
between Europe, Asia, America and Africa
have been discussed with a seriousness and
confidence that has justified the belief that
their establishment is a settled fact. In Great
Britain plans are being formulated for a line
of airships to go to India and the Far East.
The government will subsidize the enterprise,
it is reported.
Under the patronage of King Alfonso, a Span
ish commission is investigating the establish
ment of an airship line between Seville and
Beunos Ayres, with a view to further pro
moting the trade relations of these nations.
France is planning the use of dirigibles in the
developmeiU of her African colonics, and it is
to be hoped that the United States does not
lag in the establishment of a commercial
service with Europe. *
Os course dirigibles far greater in size than
the ZR-3 will be required in ocean transporta
tion. Their cost, while great, is not prohib
itive, and the same may be said of their main
tenance, based on past experience. Experts
nave estimated that the operation of such
ships in international commerce would be
profitable, and certainly in the saving of time
alone such transportation would be invaluable.
The fact that the ZR-3 has successfully
completed her “navigation” of the Atlantic
just as the Shenandoah, which was constructed
for war purposes, has finished her 5,000-mile
cruise, lends added interest to the development
of dirigibles, and concentrates attention upon
the story of the great German Zeppelin.
The acquisition of the ZR-3 dates back to
the distribution among our wax’ allies of the
seven rigid airships remaining to Germany
after the armistice. In the same spirit that
prompted the Germans to destroy their fleet
at Scarpa Flow, many airships similarly were
wrecked after the armistice, and only seven
remained in their possession. Os these two
were awarded to England, two to France, two
to Italy and one to Japan. The United States
had failed to put in a claim, and it was as
sumed that this country was not interested in
the distribution.
Subsequently, the United States purchased
the British R-3S, of which type two had been
constructed in England. The ship, renamed
the ZR-2, was destroyed in Yorkshire during
a trial and before its delivery to the United
States. In the meantime an American appli
cation for a reparation airship had been filed
with the Allied Council, but before it could be
honored the treaty of Varsailles had been sign
ed. Under its terms, no more airships for
war purposes could be produced at the Zeppe
lin factory, so it was determined to design
and construct an airship for commercial pur
poses only. The ZR-3 is such a ship.
It is 24 feet less in length than the Shenan
doah, but it is in fact a larger ship, having
a greater diameter and a gas capacity of
2.472,000 cubit feet as against 2,115,000 for
the Shenandoah.
The new ocean air-liner represents an ad
vance in her, mechanical devices and general
comfort over her predecessors. Her appoint
ments are luxurious as compared to those of
the Shenandoah. She has accommodations for
twenty passengers, and is as finished a product
as it was possible to make her.
It is difficult to imagine anything more
majestic and impressive than the landing of
the ZR-3 at Lakehurst, after a voyage of 5,000
miles in about SI hours. In congratulating
the officers who handled the ship on Its'pio
neer cruise The Journal feels that it expresses
a sentiment that is nation-wide.
Every time a man doesn't say anything he
lessens his chances of being called a fool.
When an American girl is looking ,r a
title she should net marry beyond hex
father's means.
Some people imagine that they lose caste
by sneaking civilly.
Follies of life are the amusements we
don't care for.
It takes pluck to acquire fruit from your
neighbor's
The Atlanta Journal has become all of a
belated sudden, radical in the extreme: It
has an editorial on “Congratulations to the
Legislature.” Talking about the Georgia
general assembly, tool —Savannah Morning
News.
The Second Mrs. Strong
BY HAZEL DEY') BACHELOR
Ci! lI’TEB NN IIL
Julie .Makes a Start
IN the weeks that followed, Julie, backed
up by Bradford Pierce's kindly encour
agenient, and eager for but one thing,
to come up to Matthew’s expectations of her,
made decided strides forward. N
Without telling any one, she spent one en
tire day in the city, and, careless of extrava
gance, she. did as Pierce had advised her to
do, put herself in the hands of an expert.
To Mademoiselle Lucienne she confided
shyly her wishes.
“I want something that will express my
personality. And the Frenchwoman, shrewd
with the knowledge that plenty of money was
backing Julio, was interested and did her
best.
The result was enchanting. Two afternoon
dresses, a street dress, an evening dress and
la. negligee. As Lucienne saw it, Julie’s per
sonality was exotic, therefore the clothes de
signed were subtle and strange. Julie co’uld
I see how different they made her look, but
when they were sent home she found it dis-
I ficult to pluck up enough courage to wear
them.
On that day in the city she did other things.
She subscribed to a library, and arranged to
have a parcel of books sent out to her each
week. In this way she would know what was
being read, and, this knowledge would help to
provide her with small talk. Then she bought
a season ticket to the Metropolitan Opera
House. It was for Wednesday afternoons,
and, with the feeling that at last she had
taken a step in the right direction, she re
turned home to Brompton Manor.
Matthew was in the library, and, as Julie
hesitated in the doorway, she saw Claudia
curled up in a chair nearby. There was
something about them that made Julie sure
they had been having a talk, a talk that she
had inadvertently, interrupted. The knowl
edge threw a damper over her spirits, but
she struggled valiantly against lhe feeling of
depression that had begun to settle over her.
Matthew rose to his feet, but Claudia re
mained seated. Out of the corner of hex- eye
Julie could see the supercilious expression on
the girl's face, but she tried to ignore her,
and her greeting was fox' Matthew alone.
“Am I late? I'm so sorry. I've been in the
city shopping.”
“Shopping!” Matthews's ejaculation came
simultaneously with Claudia’s, and Julie, with
the knowledge of what was going on in the
minds of both, grew hot all over. That
orange evening dress! Would he never
forget it? And the bridal costume! Even
now she could see Claudia’s insolent gaze
traveling over it.
“But why didn’t you take Claudia with you
if you needed more clothes?” Matthew per
sisted.
Perhaps, Dad, she doesn’t like my taste in
clothes,” Claudia drawled, and that slow re
mark touched a spark in Julie that suddenly
flamed up, making hex* forget to be afraid.
As a matter of fact, I don't,” she added
quickly. I don t think your selection suit
able for me, Claudia, so I went to Lucienne’s
and literally put myself in her hands.”
“Lucienne’s!” gasped Claudia. “Where did
you ever hear of her?” For the moment she
was too surprised to affect her usual studied
insolence of manner, and Julie somehow real
ized this. She did not answer Claudia, but
turned to Matthew instead. “I spent a great
deal of money, Matthew,” she said with a
deprecating little laugh. “I hope you don’t
mind.”
For the first time in her life she was not
humble before him; that look of adoration
was absent from her eyes, and Matthew had
a queer feeling of suddenly encountering a
strange personality. It was gone in an in
stant, however, for Julie had not really
( hanged, it was too soon fox - that.
CHAPTER NNIV
Stunned Realization
IF THAT moment of realization Ijad made
any impression on Matthew it was a sub
conscious one, for naturally enough he
did not believe that Julie had it in her to
change. In a sense he had lost interest in
her and was making the best of a bad bar
gain, but before long Claudia began to notice
la definite change in her stepmother, a change
that she did not welcome.
For one thing, she was not so meek as she
| had been. Claudia found that she could not
I fix Julie with a glance and make her drop
her eyes. For another, Julie began to take
upon herself the managing of Hie house. She
did not do this all at once, but the discharge
of Josephine opened Claudia's eyes and made
her realize that things were not going as
well as she had. planned.
Josephine's impertinences had become fla
grant, and one morning just after Matthew
had left for the office the girl took it upon
herself to ignore something Julie had said.
Julie was seldom angry, but when she was
her timidity left her. and this time she drew
herself to her full height and spoke almost
haughtily.
Josephine, you may leave your work and
go upstairs and pack your things. Come to
my room and I'll pay you what is due you.”
Josephine opened her mouth to speak,
thought better of it, and turned away. When
she did not appear at lunch and one of the
other servants served the meal, Claudia asked
the reason .'hy and was told.
“You discharged Josephine?” Claudia
asked incredulously.
“Yes.”
“But why? i liked Josephine. She was
efficient, and a great help to me.”
“She was impertinent,” Julie returned
quietly.
Impertinent to you?” Claudia smiled ag
gx at at ingly. * That s strange, she was never
impertinent to dad or me.”
Julie faced her tormentor with eyes in
‘which little sparks suddenly danced.
No, she probably reserved her imperti
nences for me, knowing that I was unused to
giving orders,” she returned evenly.
For a moment sheer surprise kept-Claudia
L a 6Ul ’PHse that amounted almost to
jdisflfiTy. M here had Julie acquired this atti
tude? What had changed her, for there was
no doubt of the fact that she was different.
She resolved to keep her eyes open, to watch
her more closely, and that afternoon, coming
into the house shortly after 5/o’clock, she
■ heard voices in the library and went softlv
over to the door.
Julie and Bradford Pierce were having tea
together. there was in their attitude toward
tach other a friendliness that was unmistak
able. Listening, Claudia could hear her step
mother laugh lightly, and her manner toward
Pierce was natural and entirely without re
.( straint.
Ciaudia found herself suddenly amazed.
Where had Julie acquired this sudden polish,
this social ease that had always been lacking
in her? Os course several weeks had passed
since the reception, but as Claudia stood there
peering in at her stepmother, Julie seemed
like a different woman, she even lookd dif
ferent. And then quite suddenly Claudia no
ticed several illuminating things. Julie wore
a new dress, a lovely wine red dress that was
undeniably smart. She wore her hair fixed
differently, too. and she was talking to Pierce
A sharp little feeling of jealousy awoke in
Claudia’s heart. She herself hadn't a dress
as smart as the one Julie wore, and she her
self couldn't have entertained a man with
more charm than this woman whom she had
always looked down upon and despised.
Saturday: “Claudia's Plan” and “The
( Country Club Dance.” t
THE COUNTRY HOME
BY MRS. W. H. FELTON
“MILK PAIL STUFF”
THE attack made on Mrs. Coolidge by a
woman speaker in New York (in the
advocacy of her chosen candidate)
| was mentioned in several newspapers, and
Miss Marbury finds it difficult to place
hex’ explanation—either as a joke bx’ as an
: attack—-of the serious variety.
Miss Marbury is distinguished as a the
atrical manager, and a publicist according to
I a rating in such magazines as the Saturday
Evening Post. Her articles in the Post were
(quite interesting, leaving out the ego, which
| generally taints the character of a writer’s
I literary excellence. She seems to appeal'
lately as a stump speaker, and shot an arrow
(at the president’s wife, who could make good
biscuits and generally bought or constructed
her daily-worn shirtwaists fox - “one dollar
(and sixty-nine cents!”
The why and wherefore of this inflamma
tory oration was antagonism to the Repub
lican candidate, who had selected such a com
mon sort of a life “partner!” She called
Mrs. Coolidge’s economical housewifery “milk
(pail stuff!”- —recalling, I suppose, the story
( of Maud Muller, that I first read about maybe
(fifty years or more ago. The New York
Times, said to be of Miss Marbury's political
faith and order, commented rathei’ savagely
(by saying Miss Marbury made two mistakes.
(First, in her arraignment of Mrs. Coolidge
as a housewifely person with a leaning fo
rward economy, and, second, in trying “to pass
her words off as a joke,” when it was seri
ously intended. It is no secret that both Mr.
and Mrs. Coolidge were raised in economical
homes. There had to be saving before there
could be spending, and despite the trend of
the times toward spendthrift waste and ex
travagance apiong society women, the people
of this country do not. object to healthy
household economy, and the president’s con
sort, without parading her economies as
:“milk pail stuff,” has furnished an object
lesson to thousands upon thousands of
American women that should bear wholesome
: results in due season.
i Only today I read a discourse from a noted
educator, saying, “automobiles and jazz”
I were weakening the human race more than
( all other outside forces put together. Only
today a tourist from Kentucky going all the
way to lower Florida said to me, “Cigarettes
are the bane of the growing youth of this
country,” and continued he, “not confined to
( sex,” in his denunciation of the excess of
( the cigarette habit.
It is likely, at least stipposaYile, that Mrs.
(Coolidge has too much good, common sense
( to feel humiliated by the -words of the wom
an stump-speaker who derided hex' economies.
The Times says; “Miss Marbury admits the
use of the words ascribed to her, but she
! insists she was speaking in a serio-comic vein,
‘ and she only found fault in the exploitation
of this “anilk pail stuff” by press agents, film
makers and campaign managers. It is to he
: feared that neither an apology or an explana
tion will help much in cooling the rage of
Miss Marbury’s critics. They will continue
to say that Mrs. Coolidge had no part in the
exploitation of her domestic prowess, and de
served Miss Marbury’s sympathy, rathei’ than
what was taken for Miss Marbury’s derision.
It is well in this connection' to say that Mrs.
Coolidge has lately gone through a period of
severe affliction in the death of her very
promising son, Calvin, and the country has
: given sympathy as well as profound respect
(to the brave* mother who has shown such
remarkable courage and unselfish regard for
her surviving family in doing her very best
for hex - husband in his strenuous position.
Nobody—not Miss Marbury even—will at
tempt to discount this good mother’s sore be
reavement. While it is “no harm” to wear
inexpensive shirtwaists in the White House,
it is presumable that the mother’s mind was
i not filled with a desire to lead the fashion
! for American women in any particular style
of dress, or to rival any former occupant of
the White House iix the high price of such
apparel. As the story goes, Miss Marbury
having the time of her life in explaining away
her contemptuous allusions to Mrs. Coolidge’s
biscuits and her inexpensive home-made shirt
waists.
Party strife has reached a low plane
or level when women who claim to be of
the “lipper crust” can thus “stump-speak”
without a better argument against the re
election of the offender's husband to the pres
idency than such contempt for domestic
duties ox* the cheapness of his wife’s every
day apparel in which the public takes small
interest. Women as political leaders have
a good deal to learn before they can expect
to sway party spirit and enthusiasm. “Peck
ing on other women might do in a scramble
with rivals in women's organizations, but. it
will always discredit them without effective
results for their own party in any campaign
lor the big offices. Womankind are too near
ly related to their menfolks to claim extraor
dinary patriotism or a loftier sort of political
method than the public has been acquainted
with for many decades under the sole dom
ination of the masculines.
The people of Georgia, during the various
primary elections of 1924, have 'discovered
that women voters are as easily led and as
successfully hoodwinked as the men, if not
a little more so. There is a sprinkling of
the Marbury type, perhaps, throughout the
forty-eight states of the union.
QUIZ |
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get the answer to any question puzzling
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kin, director, Washington, D. C., and
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ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. Are there any volcanoes now active’’—
B. L. K.
A. Kilauea, dreaded volcano of Hawaii,
is now in eruption. Thousand of people
were attracted to the island to watch the
awe-inspiring sight of columns of smoke
rising to a tremendous height, eruptions of
blood-red steam and lava.
Q. What member of the bod.v is injured
most often in industrial pursuits?—W. M. T.
A. Injuries to the eyes occur most fre
quently. Practically all industries have
some form of eye hazard and more money
is paid in compensation for eye injuries than
for any other non-fatal accidents.
Q. Has any major league ball player ever
knocked three home runs in one game"’—
M. S.
A. There have been, twelve players in the
National league from IS<B4 through 1923
who have made three home runs in a game.
There have been two players in the Ameri
can league who have done this.
Q. Can turtles find their wav to water’’
N. C. R.
A. The bureau of fisheries says that if
there is any water in the "neral vicinity
where turtles are, that is, within one-half
mile to a mile, they should find their way
to it.
Q. Is it possible for deer to have foot and
mouth disease? H. K.
•A. Wild animals such as deer are subject
to foot and mouth disease. •
Q. What is the “shooting brake” recontlv
presented to King George? R. N. T.
A. This is an interesting vehicle to bo
used by the king on his many shooting ex
peditions. It resembles a very completely
equipped station wagon. The car has com
partments for hunting paraphernalia and a
seating capacity for a number of guests. It
is mounted on the now 4 5-horsepower, six
. evlinder Daimler chassis.
Tfrr-sp v, Ot TORT
THE SEA HAWK
BY RAFAEL SABATINI
by Arr.-ingrmcnt With First National Pictures,
■lnc. Copyrighted by Houghton-Mifflin Company.)
CHAPTER VI (Continued)
IIONEL looked up, his eye brightening.
Then a thought occurred to him; a
thought so mean that again the color
flooded into his ('hooks for lie was shamed by
it. Yet it. clung. If he sailed with Oliver, men
vtould say that he was a partner in the
( guilt, attributed to his brother.
He realized to the full the contemptible
qualities of his thought and hated himself
for conceiving it. Put he could not shake off
its dominion. It was stronger than his will.
His brother observing this hesitation, and
mi. reading it, drew him to the fireside and
made him sit.
“Listen,” he said, as he dropped into the
chaix- opposite. “There is a fine ship stand
ing in the roads below, off Smithick. You’ll
have seen her. Her master is a desperate
adventurer- named Jasper Leigh who is to
be found any afternoon in the ale-house at
Penycumwick. I know him of old, and he
and his ship are to be acquired. He is ripe
for any venture, from scuttling Spaniards to
trading in slaves, and so that the price be
high enough we may buy him body and soul.
His is a stomach that refuses nothing, so
there be money in the venture. So here is
ship and master ready found; the rest I will
provide—-the crew, the munitions, the arma
ment, and by the end of March we shall see
the Lizard dropping astern. What do you
say, Lal? ’Tis surely bettex’ than to sit
moping here in this place of gloom.”
“.I'll —I'll think of it,” said Lionel, but. so
listlessly that all Sir Oliver's quickening en
thusiasm perished again at once, and no
more was said of the venture.
But Lionel did not altogether reject the
motion. If oix the one hand he was repelled
by it, on the other he was attracted almost
despite himself. He wont so far as to ac
quire the habit of riding daily over to
Penycumwihk, and there, he made lhe ac
quaintance of that hardy and scarred ad
venturer of whom Sir Olivei- had spoken, arrrd
listened to the marvels the fellow had to
tell—many of them too marvelous to be true
—of hazards upon distant seas.
But one day early in March Master Jas
pex’ Leigh had a tale of another kind for
him, news that'dispelled from Lionel’s mind
all interest, in the captain's ventures on the
Spanish Alain. The seaman had followed
the departing Lionel to the doOr of the little
inn and stood by his stirrup after he had
got to horse.
“A word in your ear, good Master Tres
silian,” said he. “D'ye know what is being
( concerted here against youx - brother?”
“Against my brother?”
“Aye—in the matter of the killing of Mastex’
Peter Godolphin last Christmas. Seeing that
the justices would not move of theirselves,
some folk ha’ petitioned the Lieutenant of
Cornwall to command them to grant a war
rant for Six’ Oliver's arrest on a charge o’
murder. But the justices ha’ refused to be
driven by his lordship, answering that they
hold their office direct from the queen and
that in such a matter they are unanswerable
jto none but her Grace. And now I hear that
a petition be gone to London to the queen
herself, begging hex- to command her' justices
to perfornx jheir duty or quit their office.”
Lionel drew a sharp breath, and with di
lating eyes regarded the mariner, but made
him no answer.
Jasper laid a long finger against his nose
and his eyes grew cunning.
“I thought I’d warn you, sir, so as ye may
bid Sir Olivei' look to hisself. ’Tis a fine sea
man and fine seaman be none so plentiful.
Lionel drew his purse from his pocket and
without so much as looking into its contents
dropped it into the seaman's ready hand, with
a muttered word of thanks. He rode home in
terror almost. It was come. The blow was
about fall, and his brother at last 'would
be forced to speak. At ?enarrow a fresh
shock awaited him. He learned from old
Nicholas that Sir Olivei' was from home, that
he had ridden over to Godolphin Court.
The instant conclusion prompted by Lionel’s
terror was that already the news had reached
Sir Olivei* and that he had instantly taken
action; for he could not conceive that his
brother should go to Godolphin Court uifon
panv other business.
hut his fears on that score were very idle.
Sir Oliver, unable longer to endure the pres
ent of things, had ridden over to lay
before Rosamund that proof with which he
had taken care to furnish himself. He could
!do so at last without any fear of hurting
Lionel. His journey, however, had been en
tirely fruitless. She had refused pointblank
to revvive him, and for all that with a hu
mility entirely foreign to him he had in
duced a servant to return to her with a most
urgent message, yet had he been denial. He
returned stricken to Penarrow, there io find
his brother awaiting him in a passion of im
patience.
“Well?” Lionel greeted him. “What will
you do now?”
Six’ Oliver looked at him from under brows
that scowled darkly in reflection of his
thoughts.
“Do now? Os what do you talk?” quoth he.
“Have you not heard?” And Lionel told
him the news.
Sir Oliver stared long at him when he had
done, then his lips tightened and he smote
his brow.
“So!” he cried. “Would that be why she
refused to see me? Did she conceive that I
went perhaps to plead? Could she think
that? Could she?
He crossed to the fire-place and stirred
the logs with his boot angrily.
“Oh! ’Twere too unworthy. Yet of a
certainty ’tis her doing, this.” • /
“What shall you do?” insisted Lionel, un
able to repress the question that was up
permost in his mind, and his voice shook.
“Do?” Sir Oliver looked at him over his
shoulder. “Prick this bubble, by Heaven!
Make an end of it for them, confound them
and cover them with shame.”
He said it roughly, angrily, and Lionel
recoiled, deeming that roughness and anger
aimed at himself. He sank into a chair, his
knees loosened by his sudden fear.
“You —you will tell them the truth?” he
said, in small, quavering voice.
Sir Oliver turned and considered him more j
attentively.
“A God’s name. Lal, what’s in thy mind
now?” he asked, almost roughly. “Tell them (
the truth? Why, of course —but only alt it
concerns myself. You’re not supposing that
I shall tell them it was you? You’ll not be
accounting me capable of that?”
“What other way is there?”
Sir Oliver explained the matter. The'ex
planation brought Lionel relief. But this
reliTTf was ephemeral. Further reflection
presented a new fear to him. It came to
■ S r Olil ' -If of ne-
cessity his own implication must follow.
Had he but gone with these fears of his
to his brother, or had he but been able to
abate them sufficiently to allow reason to pre
vail. he must have been brought to understand
how much further they carried him than was
at all justified by probability. Oliver would
have shown him this, would have told him
that with the collapsing of the charge
■gain-' him. if no frosh charge could be
! . ' d any there, that no scrap of
■'soicion ad over attached to Lionel or ever
B t Lionel dared not seek his broth
er in this matter. In his heart he was
ashamed of his fears; in his heart ho knew
himself a craven. Me realized to the
23, 192!.
Making a Business of Life
By Dr. Frank Crane
. . . HE wisest man or woman is the one who
| makes a business of living.
The supreme thing for each human
’ being is life; the supreme task is living.
There are business men so busy they have
no time for the only business worth while,
to-wit: Living. Some of them have postponed
I life so long they liave forgotten how to live.
I know a certain woman whose days are so
full she is constantly occupied with her social
engagements, every night finds her tired' out,
and she does not live at all; she, is too busy.
There are pleasure seekers, excitement hunt
( ers, who are so occupied in searching for
amusement they cannot live; they exist, wait
ing from thrill to thrill in the torments of
( boredom.
The laboring Hasses have their real griev-
I ance in this, that so much of their vital force
is expended in making a'living that they have
no strength left with which to live.
What is life? It is the normal expression
of one’s
. of' one’s self.
In proportion as this functioning or expres
! sion is stopped the soul withers. I know a
business man who is dead as a door nail. He
is very wealthy, very active, and very much
admired. He rises early and arrives at hie
office before his clerks. All day long he ia
as tense at his affairs as if he were fighting
bees? He has kept this up for over thirty
year*!. The result is that he is no longer a
human being; he is a sort of pianolo. Hia
success has dehumanized him as much as if
he had spent these thirty years in the pen
itentiary. He says he does not want a vaca
tion; the truth is he could not take a vaca
( tion; if he did he would die.
Now, 1 knovz another millionaire who makea
a business of living. I will tell you about
him. At the age of forty or more he found
his body going to pieces; he rearranged his
diej and his physical habits and now at the
age of sixty gets the maximum of efficiency
I from his flfsh, blood and nerves. He has a
great business and works at it enough to keep
it successful. Having attained the top notch
1 of business success he addressed himself -to
higher values and began to exercise himself
in the more essential matters life: He
turned his surplus profits back into his busi
ness, applying them to increasing the welfare
of his employes. He interested himself in so
( cial and moral betterment. He was\ seized
; with the wish to help all men and women ae
fax' as in him lay. His whole personality,
therefore, body, mind and soul, are functioning
normally, hence he is healthy and happy, and
I hope he lives 100 years. For instead of sac
(rificing h'is life to business he has made a
| business of life.
“For what shall it profit a man, if he gain
the whole world and lose his own life?”
(Copyright, 192’4.)
What’s Left Out of Newspapres?
BY JOHN CARLYLE
I 'TALKED to a group of women recently
on the subject of journalism. Those
women, like other women and like men,
look to editors to produce a certain sort of
newspaper.
Do they realize that they get the sort of
newspapers they deserve?
Do they realize that the thoughts and
things that interest themselves are the
thoughts that interest newspaper editors?
And they are the thoughts and things which
editors will put in their newspapers.
Editors are not super-people. They will
not make papers different from the tastes,
hopes, habits, ideals and purposes of their
( readers. ■ t
I Some readers are above the level of their
newspaper. Many are below it. Newspaper
editors ought to strive to do more thinking
1 than their averag’e reader. Some do. Many
don’t.
Folks are quick to condemn the printing
nf many Things—things that are not pleas
ant, expose human weakness, that
throw ligiit on soiled spots.
Let them remember that publicity is ths
greatest curative for common evils that was
ever devised. Turn off the light* and the
i world will have immeasurably more sin ,to
bear. \
And editors are condemned for being
hard-boiled. They are accused of being cold
( and uninterested »n specific cases of human
fallibility. Nothing could be further from
the truth*.
Would that critics might some day know
the things that are NOT printed in the
xfftwspaper!
I know about a young man who has bee*
caught embezzling from his firm. He has
taken a large sum. Because the boy’s father
and mother are old and believe in him, be
ca,xise he has a little family of his own, not
an editor in town has printed a wort! about
| his mistake.
Doubtless this is not good policy. It de
nies the healing light of publicity I have
( just talked about. But it is only one ease
of thousands to show the character of the
things NOT printed. You will find that the
best newspapers are HUMAN institutions.
(Copyright, 1924.).
Take tbe conceit out of seme people and
their most intimate friends woulX not be
1 able to recognize them.
The older a man gets the more he values
tho fact that he wasn't allowed to have his
own way when a boy.
full the hideousness nf his and
yet as before, he was not strong enough to
conquer it. In short, his love of himself
was greater than his love of his brother, or
of twenty brothers. »
The morrow a blustering day of late
March—found him again at that afe house
at Penycumwick in tha company of Jasper
Leigh. A course had occurred to him, as the
only dourse now possible. Last night his
brother had muttered something of going tn
Killigrow with his proofs since Rosamund
refused to receive him. Through Killigrew
he would reach her, he had said, and he
would yet see her on her knees craving his
pardon for the wrong she had done him, for
the cruelty she had shown him.
Lionel knew that. Killigrew was absent
from home just then, but he was expected
to return by Easter, and to Easter there was
but a week. Therefore he had little time
in which to act, little time in which to ex
ecute the project that had come into his
mind. He cursed himself for conceiving it.
but held to it with all the strength of a
weak nature.
Yet when he came to sit face to face with
Jasper Leigh in that little inn parlor with
the scrubbed table of plain deal between
them, he lacked the courage to set his pro
posal forth. They drank sherry sack stiffly
laced with brandy by Lionel’s suggestion in
stead of the more customary mulled ale. Yet
not until he had consumed best part of a
pint of it did Lionel feel himself heartened
to broaching his loathsome business.
Through his head hummed the words his
brother had said some time ago when first
the name .of Jasper Leigh had passed be
tween them —“a desperate adventurer ripe
for anything. So the price be high enough
you may buy him body and soul.”
Continued Saturday.