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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
For then shalt thou have thy delight in
the Almighty, and shalt lift up thy face
unto God. Thou shalt make thy prayer
unto Him and He shall hear thee, and
thou shalt pay thy vows. Thou shalt also
decree a thing, and it shall be established
unto thee; and the light shall shine upon
thy ways. When men are cast down, then
thou shalt say, “There is lifting up, and
He shall save the humble person.” He
shall deliver the island of the innocent,
and it is delivered by the pureness of
Thine hands. —Job 22:26-30.
Ge neral Wilham Haldeman
General william birch halde-
MAN, whose sudden death at Louis
ville, Ky., brings poignant regret to
his host of admirers and friends, was one of
the heroic figures of the Old South and a
master builder of the New. At the outbreak
of the War Between the States he was a lad
of sixteen, the son of a distinguished father,
Walter N. Haldeman, who founded the Couri
er-Journal and whose ardent sympathies
with the Confederacy caused his paper to be
suppressed. Leaving his school books, the
boy hastened to join the ranks of the Gray,
and soon found himself fighting in the fa
mous “Orphan Brigade.” Through the next
four years his story was like that of legions
of his gallant comrades who gave to the
uttermost in loyalty and courage. With the
return of peace he found exceptional oppor
tunity to serve. Going back to Louisville,
he and his father revived the Courier-Jour
nal, which grew to be one of the great
newspapers, not of the South alone but as
well of the entire United States. In process
of time, William Haldeman became its chief
editor, and through its columns he exerted
an inestimable influence for progress and
for good.
His dearest interests, however, centered in
the veterans who had followed the Stars and
Bars. It Is said that he never missed a
reunion of his own picturesque brigade,
whichwnade him its commander for life. In
June of the current year, immediately after
his re-election to a second term as com
mander-in-chief of the United Confederate
Veterans, he took part as master of cere
monies in the dedication of the remem
brance shaft to Jefferson Davis at Fairview,
Ky., the latter’s birthplace. This was a con
summation which General flaldeman long
had devoutly' wished and for which ho had
given years of devoted endeavor. Indeed,
to his faith and his works we owe. in large
measure, the bringing to pass of that dis
tinctive memorial to the Confederacy’s Presi
dent.
It was characteristic of General Haldeman
that he repeatedly declined public office.
Eminently capable and widely influential,
he nevertheless preferred the quiet role of a
loyal citizen to all honors which he might
have had for the seeking. There were a few
exceptions, as when he was prevailed upon
to represent Kentucky on the Democratic
national committee and when he accepted
the adjutant generalship of his State. Pass
ing on at the age of seventy-eight, as rich
in good deeds as in length of days, ho leaves
an admirable and an ever-to-be-cherished
memory.
Davis to a War Moth er
THERE is statesmanly wisdom as well as
his usual felicity of expression, in Mr.
Davis' message to the first president of
the American War Mothers, Mrs. M.
Frencl, of Indiana. Writing to her of what
he purposes to undertake in the interest of
international peace if he is elected, he says:
“I shall leave nothing undone to hasten the
day when conference and contact and con
ciliation shall become the normal habit of
nations, and when a decent respect for the
•it:!-: A S’! sVM t:.: U't.rtttLY JovhN'AL
common judgment of mankind shall serve to
keep order throughout the civilized world.”
That such a pledge should strike home to
the hearts of all American mothers, and par
ticularly of those who sent sons to the fields
of France is only natural. But there is
more in Mr. Davis’ words than a comforting
assurance; there is practical sense and a
definite plan. “Conference, contact and con
ciliation,” when these become indeed the
“habit of nations,” then will war fear re
cede to a dim horizon of improbabilities.
Lack of conference, lack of contact, lack of
conciliation always develop if they do not al
ways originate the ill will from which wars
spring. To bring nations into common coun
, seling for their common good and peoples
into an understanding of those interests and
endeavors whereby they all can benefit, is
to forge the strongest of human anchors for
the world’s peace.
This is Democracy’s great mission as Mr.
Davis interprets it, and it is a mission for
which straight paths of opportunity lie open.
Now as perhaps never before the representa
tive governments of the world stand ready
for conference and. for conciliation. To that
end they have instituted a league of nations,
which includes upwards of fifty members and
which is doing epochal work for mankind’s
broadest ■well-being. To encourage the spirit
of which such effort is born and to lend a
hand in maintaining the, instrumentalities by
which it is carried for-ward—is not this
worthy of A<-merica’s best traditions and in
keeping with her highest interests?
■ Buu under the present administration our
country has been placed in an attitude of
chill aloofness if not of churlish opposition
to those outstanding labors for world peace.
It behooves us, as a matter of self-interest
as well as of duty, to take up again our ap
propriate part in the great work of “confer
ence and conciliation.” Thither the face of
Democracy is turned; thither the -wise states
manship of John W. Davis will lead.
QUIZ
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get the answer to any question puzzling
him by writing to The Atlanta Journal
Information Bureau, Frederic J. Has
kin, director, Washington, D. C., and
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ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. What is the' ree.orrd for circling the
bases in baseball? E. W.
A. The record for circling the bases' is
13 4-5 seconds made by Maurice Archdeacon,
Rochester, N. Y., in 1921.
Q. Is it possible to multiply Roman num
erals? W. N. H.
A. The following method is generally ,
used: It is necessary to remember that half
of C is L, half of L is XXV, half of VI is
111, and half of V is II with one remainder.
Write the numbers to be multiplied side by
side. Double the first one and take half of
the second, putting down an O if there is
no remainder and add I if the remainder is
one. The two numbers thus obtained are
set down under the original numbers, and
the process is repeated until the second col
umn ends in I. Then cross out the linesj
that end in O and the sum of what remains
in the first column will be the product.
Q. What is the expectation of life in the
United States as compared with other coun
tries? W. G.
A. At birth a person in the United States
may expect to live 5 6 years; in Australia,
55 years; in Germany, 45; in India, only
22 years. Persons in the United States who
live to 52 years have a further expectation
of years, according to estimates based on
figures of the 1920 census. x
Q. What is the population of the world?
W. P. T.
A. The population of the woild has been
estimated by Colonel Lawrence Martin, of
ficial geographer of the State Department, to
be 1,752,000,009.
Q. What does Iceland produce besides
ice? A. IL W.
A. Fishing is the great industry of Ice
land, the yearly catch being valued at ap
proximately $8,000,000. Hay, potatoes and
turnips are the chief agricultural products.
Q. Was the jury for the Thaw case the
largest ever impaneled in the United States?
G. J.
A. At the trial of Harry K. Thaw 650
jurors were called before a jury could be
made up. The largest list of 'talesmen was
drawn 40 years ago, when 1,200 were sum
moned in a case involving railroad rights in
New York City.
Q. In what circumstance was “Monsieur
Beaucaire” writtefi? W. C. McC.
A. Booth Tarkington, in an interview, re
lated the following: “When I started I
couldn’t sell a story anywhere. I sent them
to every publisher in the world, I guess, and
they always came back. You were kind
enough to say you liked one of my first,
‘Monsieur Beaucaire.’ I must tell you how
I happened to'write it. I had a friend who
seemed enormously successful to me, and he
asked me to illustrate a story of his. I
could do that, at any rate, and I was very
much pleased. Well, the magazine to which
he sold his story failed, and there I was left
with these illustrations on my hands. So I
sat down and w r rote a story to fit my illus
trations and sold it. Wasn’t that luck?”
Q. How did the term “Ffrench leave”
originate? S. T. I.
A. Most authorities believe that the term
can be traced to the eighteenth century
French custom of withdrawing from crowd
ed assemblies without taking leave of the
host and hostess. Another explanation is
that the word “French” is a corruption of
the word “frank,” meaning free.
Q. When were wrist watches first worn?
Did they originate during the World war?
N. M. B.
A. Wrist watches were worn by travelers
some thirty years ago. They were encased
in heavy leather bracelets.
Q. What is the oldest city that is still in
existence? G. S.
A. Damascus has been thought the oldest
city in the world. The origin of the city is
unknown. However, its foundation is at
tributed by Josephus to Uz, the son of Aram.
Q. Is the ocean deeper at its deepest
point than the highest mountain is high?
A. If Mount Everest were, placed in the
deepest pit of the Pacific, its summit, 5 1-2
miles high, would be submerged more than
half a mile.
Q. What method of capital punishment is
most widely used in this country? B. L. F.
A. In the majority.of the states, hanging
is the method of capital punishment. In 15
states electrocution is used, in one the crim
inal is given the choice of shooting or hang
inc. and in Nevada gas is administered in a
lethal chamber.
THE SEA HAWK
BY RAFAEL SABATINI
i (Published by Arrangement With First National Pictures,
Inc. Copyrighted by Houghton-Mifflin Company.)
What has gone before—-Sir Oliver Tres
silian, renowned for his exploits on the
Spanish Main, is betrothed to Rosamund
Godolphin, but the marriage is opposed
by Rosamund’s brother, Peter, and her
guardian, Sir John Killigrew. By re
peated insults Peter finally provoked Oliver
to threaten murder; and when Oliver’s
young half-brother, Lionel, kills Peter in a
quarrel suspicion falls on Oliver. Even
Rosamund believes him guilty, and
asks him to explain the trail of blood
found leading from the body to his door
way. Desiring to protect Lionel, Oliver
can do nothing but protest his innocence.
I Bjfcit he goes to the justices and asks
them to draw up a document attesting to
the fact that he bears on his body no
mark of recent wound; that therefore the.
trail of blood, obviously that of the wound
ed murderer, was not his. This document
he takes home to hold in readiness until
needed.
A few weeks later Lionel learns from
Jasper Leigh, a pirate sea captain, that
the queen has been petitioned to command
the justices to bring Oliver to trial. Half
crazed with fear that Oliver will reveal
the truth, Lionel hires Leigh to abduct
him and sell him as a galley-slave to the
! Barbary rovers. With Oliver’s disappear
ance all doubt of his guilj: is dispelled.
The assumption is that he has fled to
escape trial. — : Now go on with the story.
• -CHAPTER VIII.
THE SPANIARD
THE SWALLOW, having passed through
a gale in the Bay of Biscay—a gale
which she weathered like the surpris-
I ingly steady old tub she was—rounded Cape
' Finisterre and so emerged from temptest into
! peace, from leaden skies and mountainous seas
into a sunny azure calm. It was like a sud
! den transition from Winter into Spring, and
i she ran along now, close hauled to the soft
easterly breeze, with a gentle list to port.
It had never been Master Leigh’s intent to
have got so far as this without coming to an
understanding with his prisoner. But the
wind had been stronger than his intentions,
and he had been compelled to run before it
and to head to southward until its fury should
' abate. Thus it fell out that the skipper was
forced to wait until they stood along the
coast of Portugal—but well out to sea, for
the coast of Portugal was none “too healthy
just then to seamen —before com
manding Sir Oliver to be haled into his pres
ence.
In the cramped quarters of the cabin in the
poop of the little vessel set her captain at a
greasy table, over which a lamp w r as swinging
faintly to the gentle heave of the ship. He
was smoking a foul pipe, whose fumes hung
heavily upon the air of that little chamber,
and there was a bottle of Nantes at his elbow.
To him, sitting thus in state, was Sir
Oliver introduced —his wrists still pinioned
behind him. He was haggard and hollow-eyed,
and he carried <1 -week's growth of beard on
his chin. Also his garments were still in dis
order from the struggle he had madA when
taken, and from the fact that he had been
compelled to lie in them ever since.
j Since his height was such that it was im
, possible for him to stand upright in that low
ceilinged cabin, a stool was thrust forward
for him by one of the ruffians of Leigh's
crew who had haled him from his confinement
beneath the hatchway.
He sat down quite listlessly, and stared va
cantly at the skipper. Master Leigh was
somewhat discomposed by his odd calm when
he had looked for angry outbursts. He dis
missed the two seamen who had fetched Sir
I Oliver, and when they had departed and closed
fthe cabin door he addressed his captive.
“Sir Oliver,” he said, stroking his red beard,
“ye’ve been most foully abused.”
The bunshine filtered through one of the
1 horn windows and beat full upon Sir Oliver’s
expressionless face.
“It was not necessary, you knave, to bring
me hither to tell me so much,” he answered.
“Quite so,” said Master Leigh. “But I have
something more to add. Ye’ll be thinking
that I ha’ done you a disservice. There ye
wrong me. Through me you are brought to
know true friends from secret enemeis; hence
forward ye’ll know which to trust and which
to mistrust.”
S?ir Oliver seemed to rouse himself a little
from his passivity, stimulated despite him
self by the impudence of this rogue. He
stretched a leg and smiled sourly.
“You’ll end by telling me that I am in your
debt,” said he.
“You’ll end by saying so, yourself,” the
captain assured him. “D’ye know’ what I was
bidden do with you?”
“Faith, I neither know nor care,” was the
surprising answer wearily delivered. “If it is
for my entertainment that you purpose to tell
me, I beg you'll spare yourself the trouble.”
It was not an answer that helped the cap
tain. He pulled at his pipe a moment.
“I was bidden,” said he presently, “to carry
you to Barbary and sell you there into the
service of the Moors. That I might serve you,
I made believe to accept this task.”
“God’s death'” swore Sir Oliver. “You carry
makebelieve to an odd length.”
“The weather has been against me. It
j were no intention o’ mine to ha’ come so
' far south with you. But we’ve been driven
'by the gale. That is overpast, and so that
ye’ll promise to bear - no plaint against me,
' and to make good some of the loss I’ll make
■ by going out of my course, and missing a
cargo that I wot of, I’ll put about and fetch
you home again within a week.”
Sir Oliver looked at him and smiled
grimly.
“Now what a rogue are you that can
keep faith with none!” he creid. “First
you take money to carry me off; and then
| you bid me pay you to carry me back again.”
i “Ye wrong me, sir, I vow ye do! I can
! keep faith when honest men employ me,
and ye should know it, Sir Oliver. But
who keeps faith with rogues is a fool —and
that I am not, as ye should also know. I
I ha’ done this thing that a rogue might be
revealed to you and thwarted, as well as
that I might make some little profit out
,of this ship o’ mine. I am frank with ye,
Sir Oliver. I ha’ had some two hundred
' pound in money and trainkets from your
brother. Give me the like and —”
But now of a sudden Sir Oliver’s listless
ness was all dispelled. It fell from him
like a cloak, and he sat forward, wide awake
and with some show of anger even.
“How do you say?” he cried, on a sharp,
high note.
The captain stared at hime, his pipe neg
: lected.
“I say that if so be as ye’ll pay me the
same sum which your brother paid me to
carry you off—”
“My brother?” roared the knight. “Do
you say my brother?’’
“I said your brother.”
“Master Lionel?” the other demanded
still.
“What other brothers have you?” quoth
, Master Leigh.
There fell a pause and Sir Oliver looked
straight before him. his head sunken a lit
tle between his shoulders.
“Let m* understand,'’ he said at le'.gth.
I “Do you say that my brother Lionel paid
THE COUNTRY HOME
BY MRS. W. H. FELTON
WE SHOULD RESPECT OUR VOTING
PRIVILEGE
tttIIEN this gbes to press we will not bo
Vy far off from election day, November
* ’ 4. This election covers nearly aH
prominent offices of the State and for presi
dent and vice president of the United States.
I doubt if it is a good plan to pile them all
up in one bunch. It gives too many oppor
tunities for trading politicians and the
count is too long delayed. En passant we
are told that the ballot will measure all of
four feet in length, and yet there are many
prominent amendments which are printed in
small type and not one in ten knows the
“why and the wherefore” when this long
strip of paper is placed in the ballot box. If
I had to fix such matters, and there 'is
I neither possibility or probability that I shall
ever hold such position, I would say, vote
municipal affairs late in the year to begin
the succeeding January. Vote for county
offices in October, and when the office of
governor is to be filled, elect State officials
—no earlier —and let everything begin to
function when the new year begins. It used
to be that way in Georgia, and entirely dis
tinct from Federal affairs.
The only difference between a free man
or woman and a slave lies behind this bal
lot privilege. The free man can thus choose
his own representatives in government and
the slave obeys his master or his boss in
political affairs.
England is the most liberal of all mon
archical of European governments, and has
been on the map since William the Conquer
or, and yet England has only allowed i its
women citizens a voice in governemnt with
in the last few years. A great many people
will tell you now that a limited monarchy is
the best and most stable government with
which the world is acquainted today.’ Courts
of justice will do their work better,
crime will be more promptly punished ana
with more certain protection to life and
property than anywhere on the globe. But
I cannot surrender to such arguments, when
the United States has the right and oppor
tunity to select our own rulers with this bal
lot privilege. It may be possible as the
years roll on that we may become so fond
of kings and monarchs of high and low de
gree that we will call for royalty to lead us,
as did the Hebrews in the days of Samuel,
but I am hoping that we will remember the
heritage our forefathers left us and forsake
this foolish craving for those who wear a
crown in the old world. Perhaps I may not
live to see the next presidential election in
1928, but I trust the dear Lord to hold us
in the hollow of His hand and lead us into
paths of peace and righteousness.
The stories that reach z us from Russia
from the Reds as rulers, convinces me that
the people of the United States will not al
low themselves led by revolutionists.
Likewise I cherish the hope that this na
tion will not allow’ this countrj’ to be in
volved in another foreign war. I have
never been able to understand the World’s
war or condone the part we took in it, with
out submitting the conscription act to the
MARRIAGE AND FREE LOVE
«r *
By Dr. Frank Crane
■v 7" OU are mistaken, Isabel, marriage is
Y not a tyranny. -It is not stupid custom.
It is not a relic of superstition. Neither
is its popularity due to being imposed upon
by an unwilling people by laws.
Marriage continues-as an institution sim
ply because people like it. They prefer it to
! any other arrangement of the sexes that has
yet been proposed.
Marriage continues as an evolution. After !
experimenting for several thousand years i
with the high explosive of love, mankind has ■
found that the best device for getting the j
most desirable human values out of it is;
marriage.
Don’t imagine that the free-love idea is j
something bold and new and wonderful. |
The race has tried' that.
Anything human will always be attended
with a certain per cent of break-downs.
Many marriages are failures. Many couples
should be divorced, for their souls’ good.
Nothing is absolutely perfect on earth, not
even the automobile.
Hence what you say of the tragedies of
married life is true. Often love cools indif
ference; men develop into tyrants and wom
en into scolds. Only too often does the rain
bow fade very soon after the honeymoon,
leaving only the repellant commonplace. We
grant all that. We have to allow about 20
per cent oil’ on all human products and
plans.
If, however, you examine the lives of
Thais and Lais and all the fair sisters of
freedom; if you get at the facts of promis
cuous life among European gentlemen; if
you penetrate into the inside of the Turk's
harem, and learn the real truth about kings
and patriarchs, with their numerous assist
ant wives; in short, if you ponder the whole
history of non-monogamic relations, you will
agree with me that, on the whole, heart
break, degradation, and misery are four!
times as great on that side of the fence as ;
on the othefl
You see, the sex problem is tied up with
a deal of other things, and no mortal power
or cleverness can untie it. It is tied up with
poetry and romance. And there never was ,
a romance worthy of the name about any !
other, kind of love than true love. You may
write dirty novels about maverick type of
affection, but YOU CAN’T SING IT.
Besides, there are children. Up to date
we have contrived no means of caring de
cently for children except the monogaraic
’ home. And I am inclined to believe that
' the love of children is a greater racial force
j than the love of mates.
And, take it all around, we still think
that it is better for the twenty-to-forty sec
tion of the race to behave itself and exercise
self-control than to send all the children to
foundlings’ homes and all' the old people
to the poorhouse.
So, get it our of your head that marriage
is a contrivance, an artificial imposition of
priests, and all that. It’s a GROWTH. It
is as much a product of universal instinct
and experiment as an oak tree is a product
of natural selection.
(Copyright, 1924.)
’ If a hog could be changed into a man he
' would make a first-class egotist.
L No respectable cat would look at a king
if there is a mouse in sight.
Most of the golden opportunities are only
J plated.
you money to carry me off—in short, that
, my presence aboard this foul hulk of yours
ie due to him?”
‘‘Whom else had ye suspected?” Or did
ye think that I did it for my own personal
‘ diversion?”
1 ‘‘Answer me!” bellowed Sir Oliver, writh
ing in his bonds.
1 “I ha’ answered you more than once al
ready. Still, I tell you once again, since
ye are slow to understand it, that I was
paid a matter of two hundred pound by your
brother. Master Lionel Tressilian. to carry
you off to Barbary and there sell you for
a slave. Is that plain to you?”
“As plain as it is false. You lie, you ;
dog!’’ :
“Softly, snft’y!” quoth Mester Leigh 1
good-.' re’iy. K 1
i “I say you lie!”
SATURDAY, YOVEMBF.R 1, 1021.
! voters of our own country, to be accepted for
I rejected, in a nation-wide referendum. In
1916 we refused to go to war, and re
elected President Wilson “to keep us out of i
{ war.” Yet in spite of this referendum we j
were up to our eyebrows in war against
Germany in April, 1917. Fifty years from
now the question “How did we lose our
grip and yield to international control of
our armies and our money to the extent of
thirty-five billions of money that we will be
a long time waiting for promised payment,
and have a -weary watching lest we lose it |
all? I have a hope that the Almighty Ruler
of heaven and earth will look out for the
innocent and helpless, the afflicted and the
dependent ones in this crisis of our lives.
We need business—good business—and
i careful watching of the strong box of this
nation that our own people may be able to
make a living, also sufficient surplus to lay
by a little for the inevitable “rainy day.”
What we have suffered and the mistakes
we have made, and the tyranny to whicji we
have submitted to, should be well remember
ed as object lessons for our prompt consid
eration. The fate of this nation is involved,
and all who are physically able to reach the
■ ballot box should vote for their own safety ■
and progress—first.
NEGROES IN NORTH AND WEST
IN a late issue of the New Y r ork Times
there is an article -written by a colored }
man who is forecasting; the negro vote in
various states for the November 4 election.
I am interested in the figures he furnishes.
In West Virginia there are 58,800 colored
voters. In Ohio the total negro vote is
1 65,000. There are, 81,000 in Oklahoma
The understanding is that while the nation
al vote will be Republican, these colored vot-
; ers will vote for Walton because he op
poses the Klan. Kansas has 38,900 colored
voters. Indiana has 61,000 colored voters.
Maryland has 149,100, most of them living
in Baltimore. Philadelphia had 80,000 in
1900. Oregon has only 1,500.
The colored Republicans are .confident of
carrying Minnesota for Coolidge.
Os the 5,816,000 colored voters in the
United States 90 per cent will vote the Re
publican ticket. It is stated that the colored ;
vote in New York state will go for Roosevelt.
In the spring of 1918 I saw the Red
Cross procession in New York City, which
begun at 2 p. m. and was still going at 6 ,
p. m. I saw vast numbers of colored per- !
sons, more women than men, as it seemed I
|to me. It was the greatest war exhibit I
j evei’ saw, and I could make some guess at
the number in New York state of colored
' voters.
; From our part of the country Michigan
1 seems to be the favored locality for Geor
gia colored folks. Washington City has vast
numbers. There are a great many in Cali
. > fornia.
It is said that there are many negroes In
; ; Montana. , Outside the Solid South this vote
; i is sought by all parties.
■ The New York Times article is decidedly
) suggestive. Generally they are all anti-Klan.
WHEN TWILIGHT COMES
By H. Addington Bruce
WALT WHITMAN said:
“I am convinced there are hours of
Nature, especially of the atmos
phere, mornings and evenings, addressed to
the soul . . . The hour, religion’s
hour, the visible suggestion of God in space
a.nd time.”
Nor can it be doubted that Whitman said
well. The hour of dawn is one of these
hours pre-eminently meant for the refresh
ment of the soul. The hour of sunset is
another.
But most of all, it seems to me, is the
hour of twilight that follows sunset a time
for fruitful meditation on life’s higher
verities.
Sunset itself, glowing or gray, of radiant
beauty or tender suggestiveness, summons to
meditation. Then comes twilight, the half
light of the departing day, by its obscur
ing of the material universe aiding to clear
er insight into the universe of unseen
realities.
Coming slowly down the hill whence one
has viewed the golden dipping of the sun,
one can almost feel the gentle caressing
touch of a friend long resident in that "world
none the less real because it is invisible.
A faint whisper is caught of a well
remembered voice. And mayhap, in the
gathering dusk, one glimpses something that
can nothing be but a loving signal from what
was once a hand clasped in warm affection.
Vhe empties of space pulsates strangely
with life in the twilight. All the round
about becomes a place of echoes that are
more than echoes, almost inaudible though
they may be. The certitude grows that man
is encompassed and aided by something
mightier than himself.
Or if it be that twilight finds one in the!
quiet of one’s room, the selfsame sights and ;
sounds hearten the hopefully attentive soul. |
Following them, incited by them, there
comes a peace of mind, a quiet confidence,
surpassing any known amid the hurly-burly j
of the day’s activities.
No doubt is present now, no anxious ques
tioning. A helping presence stands, intan-1
gible yet felt, close to one’s side. The deep
ening shadows themselves convey reassur
ance. Whatever woes the present holds, the 1
voices of twilight give promise of a day
when all will be well.
It is darkness now. Time to rise, to
strike a light, to busy oneself with some
duty of the world in which one still has
place. Whatever the duty, be sure it will
be done only the better for this brief con-,
tact with that other world in the twilight. i
Make trial for yourself of twilight’s in
vigorating possibilities, if you have never
done so.
Relax. Sink back. Drift with the twi
light into the realm of sweet remembrance, !
of inspiring fancy, of strengthening Faith.
MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irving S. Cobb
ISN’T NATURE WONDERFUL?
SHE was just married and just starting up
housekeeping. The ethics of the anecdote
industry demand always that in such
cases the central figure shall be the bride.
So. Mrs. Newlywed, having moved with her
adoring husband into their cute sweet brand
new little bungalow, decided that the back
yard might as well be turned into a poultry
run. Then they could have their own fresh
eggs and their own broilers.
But she started modestly. From a dealer
he bought the following items:
One hen.
One setting of eggs.
But then she didn’t know exactly how to
bring the hen and the eggs into proper
juxtaposition. So she wrote to the editor of
a farming journal asking how long it would
take eggs to hatch out. He answered prompt
ly: “Three weeks for chickens, four weeks
for ducks.”
Some time later she wrote him again:
“Thank you very much for your information,”
said the young matron. “As it so happened,
at the end of the third week there were no
chickens, and as 1 did not care for ducks, 1
took the hen off the ne-t.”
(Copyright, 1921.) (
The Second Mrs. Strong
BY HAZEL DEYD BACHELOR
What has gone before— Matthew-
Strong marries his stenographer, Julie
| Penton, and when he brings her home
after the honeymoon, his daughter,
Claudia, does everything in her power
to make things uncomfortable for her
step-mother. It isn’t long before Mat
thew begins to feel that he has made a
mistake, and this feeling is heightened
by the knowledge that he might have
married Margaret Davenport, a woman
in his own class. Bradford Pierce, a .1
friend of Matthew’s, is kind .to Julie
and under his influence she begins the
business of making herself over. Claudia
willfully reads something else into the
friendship and Bradford, much to his
amazement, discovers that he is begin
ning to care for Julie. In the mean
time Claudia becomes interested in
Harris Fiske, a man about whom she
knows very little. — Now go on with the
story.
CHAPTER XXXF
An Invitation to Tea
CLAUDIA, having implanted what she
thought were the seeds of discord in
her father’s mind, forgot all about her
stepmother for a time. Harris Fiske was
giving Claudia what the crowd termed '“a
rush.” He came out to Prompton Manor for
all the club affairs, staying sometimes with
the Bradleys, sometimes at the rather smart
hotel. And always it seemed to bo Claudia
: who drew him.
No one seemed to know very much about
him. Jean Bradley told Claudia that her
mother had met Fiske at a, dance given at
one of the art clubs in New York. He was
attractive, a good dancer, and inasmuch as
the Bradleys were fairly unconventional,
they did not think it necessary to inquire
into his credentials. They accepted him for
! what he was ,and Claudia did the same,
albeit in a somewhat different way.
For the first time in her life she was
. emotionally stirred. She did not capitulate
to, Fiske. Since that night when he had
i seized her in his arms and kissed her, she
had fenced with him, held him at arm's
length, so to speak. But his nearness trou
bled her. When she danced -with him, she
found her heart beating fast. In their con
' versations she tried to be flippant and failed,
and she knew that it was only a question
of time before he would break down the
frail barrier she had erected between them, ’
and make love to her again.
She looked forward to this time with a
feeling* composed half of delicious expec
tancy and half, of fear. There was some
thing about him that troubled her, some
thing that she did not trust. Somehow he
’ did not seem to be serious about anything,
! nor did he possess any very definite ideals.
In spite of Claudia’s callousness, there were
buried deep in her heart standards of a
sort. She would have thought it senti
mental to admit them, but now that she
found herself actually caring for Fiske, she
■wanted to be sure of him and found it im
possible. In spite of her doubts, however,
she encouraged him. They went everywhere
together, and the time came when Fiske
asked her to come into the city and have
tea with him at his studio.
After he had made the suggestion, he
studied Claudia with narrowed eyes, and
when she did not answer him immediately,
I he said amusedly:
; “You modern girls scoff at conventions,
; don’t you? Don’t tell me you’re afraid to
come!”’
“Afraid!” Claudia’s tone was scornful.
“Afraid of what? Os course I” come in and
have tea with you. I assume that you’re
not a moving picture villain, and certainly
I'm not the frail heroine of fiction.”
“No, you’re certainly not that.” He agreed
quickly, studying the girl’s slender but well
developed figure, her splendid young
strength, the clear defiance of her strange
eyes. No, she was not the frail heroine of
fiction, and as she said,
of him. But although she was not aware of
it, the one thing she had to fear was her
self. She thought she knew herself, but of
course, she didn’t. How could she know
■what brooded behind those slanted eyes of
his? How could sh eknow what she might
do in the grip of some powerful emotion,
hitherto unexperienced.
It was something rather new and delight
ful to play with this girl who was part
child and part woman. So wise and yet so
young, so callous and yet so entirely unde
veloped mentally.
“Shall we say Wednesday afternoon?” ha
said lightly. “About 4:30? It will be in
teresting to show you some of my most
precious possessions, and if you’re not too
bored when we’ve had our tea we might
have dinner somewhere and take in a show.”
Thursday—“At Harris Fiske’s.” Renew
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QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES
Miss Antique was one of those dear old
creatures who never lose hope. Her motto
: was try, try, and try again, and she entered
time after time for the matrimonial stakes,
but never succeeded in landing a husband.
One day she was attending an “at home’’
and was introduced to an elderly gentleman,
Mr. Dandegrass by name.
“You ought to get married, Mr. Dande
grass,” gurgled Miss Antique during the
course of their conversation.
“Yes,” replied Mr. Dandegrass earnestly.
“I have wished many times lately that I
had a wife.”
This made Miss Antique sit up and take
! notice, so to speak.
I “Have you really?” she asked soulfully.
“Yes,” was the answer. “If I had a
wife she would probably have a sewing
machine, and the sewing machine would
have an oilcan, and I could take it and oil
my office door. It squeaks horriboly.”
“Mussolini, the Italian dictator,” said an
olive-oil importer,” has always been a fire
eater. Once he was traveling in Switzer
land —this was in the days before the World
war —and at the table d’hote in an Inter
laken hotel a German fellow traveler said
to him genially:
“It is easy enough, sir, to see that’’ you
are an Italian.’
“•‘Yes,’ said Mussolini with a frown.
; ‘How so?’
“ ‘Because.’ the German rather taken
aback, explained—‘because you eat so much
macaroni.’
“Mussolini turned dark red with fury.
‘And it’s easy enough,’ he roared, ‘to see
that you’re German!’
“ ‘Yes,’ said the poor German, trying to
smile, ‘because why?’
“ ’Because,’ roared Mussolini, ‘you eat so
much of everything.’ ”
Jones had found a slip of paper on hia
lawn. It was an accurate and detailed plan
of his private office. The exact position of
the stairs was noted. Notes showed which
doors swung in and which swung out. Even
the windows were set down. Jones waa
alarmed.
“Some burglar must be going to raid my
office,” he told his family.
“Oh. that isn’t it.” cried the daughter,
glancing at the sketch. “Those notes are in
Jack’s handwriting. He's coming down to
your office to ask you to let him marry me.”