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4 THE TRI-WEEKLY JOURNAL ATLANTA, GA., 5 NORTH FORSYTH ST. Entered at the Atlanta Postoffice as Mall Matter of the Second Clase. Daily, Sunday, Tri-Weekly SUBSCRIPTION PRICE TRI-WEEKLY Twelve Months ?1.00 Six Months.,. 50c Three Months... 25c Subscription Prices Daily and Sunday (By Mall —Payable Strictly in Advance) 1 Wk. IMo. 3 Mos. 6 Mos. 1 Yr. Daily and Sunday ...20c 90c $2.50 $5.00 $9.50 Dally 16c 70c 2.00 4.00 7.50 ’ Sunday 10c 45c 1.25 2.50 5.00 NOTICE TO SUBSCRIBERS The label used for addressing your paper shows the time your subscription expires. By renewing at least two weeks before the date on this label, yon Insure regular service. In ordering paper changed, be sure to give your old as well as your new address. If on a route, please give the route number. We cannot enter subscriptions to begin with back numbers. Remittances should be sent by postal order or registered mail. < Address all orders and notices for this Department to THE TRI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, Atlanta, Ga. Jell It to Little Miss Fixit If anything is wrong in eervice from The Tri-Weekly Journal, let us know. Send a letter or postcard to Little Miss Fixit, who will quick- I fe I W® & /* i Xi LITTLE MISS FIXIT, Care Tri-Weekly Journal, Atlanta, Georgia. A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY There is a path which no fowl knoweth, and which the vulture’s eye hath not seen; the lion’s whelps have not trodden it, nor the fierce lion passed by it. He put teth forth His hand upon the rock; He overturneth' the mountains by the roots; He cutteth out rivers among the rocks; and His eye seeth every precious thing, He blindeth the floods from overflowing; and the thing that is hid, bringeth He forth to light. But where shall wisdom be found, and where is the place of under standing? . . . Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom, and to depart from evil is understanding.—Job 28:7-12:28. "Ha, Ha, Says the Horse OF the horse we are told In the Book of Job, “He salth among the trumpets, ha, ha!’’ and many an equine laugh is given today, no doubt, to proud honkers who fancy the horse as headed for the obsolete if not the extinct. Instead, he is replenish ing the earth as never before in his civilized experience. So, at least, says so good an authority as the Horse Association of Amer ica, which reports that some nineteen million horses and mules are in service in the Unit ed States; and that is several million more than the automotive ranks can claim. Hard ly less impressive Is a statement from the Chicago Board of Trade that the horses and mules of this country eat annually 4>ne bil lion bushels of oats and forty million tons of hay. Merely as a consumer, aside from his exceeding importance as a producer, the horAe bulks big in agricultural markets. It is not on the farm alone, however, that he plays his notable part. According to the transportation engineer of the port of New York, the horse is coming into his own ' again in that city’s traffic, particularly about the docks. “The use of the motor truck," i it is explained, “has expanded faster than have street facilities for its accommodation;” and in ambles the sturdy, the sagacious, the accommodating horse to help reckless man out of his misadventures. Good friend and true, whether his name be Dobbin or Zev, long may the horse continue to say ha, ha among the trumpets and hee-haw among the ihorns. - Cotton and the Trade Balance a MERICA'S trade balance for 1923 was Z\ $375,000,000. We sell more than we buy. Our receipts exceed our dis bursements —in some respects a happy omen. But when one stops to analyze the fig- ' ures they do not look so good. Os our ; t exports .cotton represented $800,000,000, or twice our trade -balance. But for cot ton, Instead of showing a favorable trade balance of $3 7 5,000,000, we would have been 5425,000,000 the other way around. Our 'accounts would be “in the red" except for J one great export—a staple, by the way, that i« produced without any subsidy from the government, or protective tariff. The production of cotton depends on sev eral things. There Is the weather; and there la the boll weevil; and then there Is themat ter of financial reward, a just return upon the labor and money invested. In view of the importance of the fiber to our national financial independence, the government should exert every effort to a«c that cotton is profitably produced. The weather Is beyond human control. But the boll weevil, though constituting a difficult problem, can be coped with ef fectively. It is In thf« field that the gov ernment can, and has, rendered Invaluable aid to cotton production. The return on the money Invested de pends largely on the economical production of more'and better cotton r*r acre. About ly and cheerfuly see that things are made right. We want every sub scriber to get The Tri- Weekly Journal reg ularly and punctual ly. We want all of them to receive what they have paid for. We want only satis fied subscribers. A small percentage of errore are unavoid able, but we want to correct them quickly. Address, TTTF ATLANTA TRI-WEEKLY JOURNAL ; forty million acres were planted last year, and the crop was between thirteen and fourteen million bales—about one-third of a bale to an acre. Experts estimate that half a bale to the acre Is necessary to profit, and this estimate seems reasonable. Last year’s crop at an average price of twenty-five cents a pound netted about one hundred and twenty-five dollars a bale, which averaged about forty-two dollars an acre. That was top little to maintain the industry on a profitable basis. The land should bring a bigger return, at least sixty two dollars and fifty cents, as reckoned by experts. How Is this to he achieved? That is a problem which well may engage the atten tion of the government. The cotton lands of the South are capable of averaging half bale to the acre, but this average cannot be attained unless the weevil lei controlled and greater care la given to seeding and cultivation. The boll weevil can be mastered, If not exterminated entirely, and to this end the government should lend unceasing and gen erous aid. It can be helpful, too, in dem onstrating the importance of selective seed ing and scientific culture. The problem of cotton production Is not a problem peculiar to the South. It is a matter that concerns the entire nation, since America’s favorable trade balance is due to the cotton crop. Road Building Speeds On THE year 1931 will be a golden milestone In American progress if the prediction comes true that by then the republic’s every city of five thousand or more Inhab itants will be linked to every other by an improved highway., At the present rate of road building this Is foregone. The forty eight States each met its opportunities under the federal aid fund of seventy-five million dollars this year, dollar for dollar; so that with these funds alone some nine thousand miles of “better" roads were constructed. The States themselves appear to have done fully as well as that, while the counties are credited with Improving upwards of twenty thousand miles of collateral roads. Such ac tivity, if sustained, will not be long In knit ting the nation together. That there Is likely to be yet more vigorous effort is indicated in the announcement at Washington that as many as forty legisla tures meeting next month “are expected to take long steps to further the one hundred and seventy-one thousand-mile improved fed eral-state road system contemplated under the federal aid act." The total grants au thorized amount to five hundred and forty million dollars. This sum when fully match ed by the States and liberally supplemented by the counties, will do much to give Amer ica a highway service worthy of a nation truly great. Another omen markedly favorable to road building appears In the fact that motor ve hicles in this country are increasing annual ly by two million, at which rate there will be seventeen mllion, five hundred thousand in operation next year. These will provide, ac cording to official estimates, at least three hundred million dollars of revenue for high way extensions and Improvements through registration fees, and further millions through gasoline taxes. From this source Is said to come a third or more of the country’s expen diture for good roads. Georgia’s part in the nation-wide building program this year has been altogether cred itable. The work done is impressive both in extent and in quality. It should be an in-, centive to larger endeavor in the days ahead. QUIZ Any Tri-Weekly Journal reader can 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 inclosing a two-cent stamp for return postage. DO NOT SEND IT TO OUR ATLANTA OFFICE. Q. How many children attend Sunday school? A. R. S. A. There are 27,709.706 pupils and 2,296,- 825 officers and teachers in the 287,426 Sun day schools of the world. In North America alone there are 1 55.944 Sunday schools, with 1,697,520 officers and teachers, and 17,066,- 061 pupils.' Q. Where do most of the oranges grow, in California or Florida? O. M. D. A. California produces approximately 70 per cent of the oranges grown in the United States, Florida being the only other state pro ducing any considerable quantity. Nearly all of the lemons grown in the United States are produced in California. A lemon grove near Santa Paula is said to be the largest in the world. The quantity of grapefruit pro duced is increasing, but Florida far outranks California in both quantity and quality. Q. In different almanacs why are the signs of the zodiac different for a given date? J. B. B. A. Discrepancy is probably due to one al manac giving the sign of the zodiac and an other the constellation instead. In the time of the early Greek astronomers, the signs of the zodiac and constellations of the same name agreed; but in the course of 2,000 years each sign was "backed." so to speak, into the constellation west of it; so that the sign of Aries is now in the constellation of Pisces, and so on. On June 29 and 30, 1924, the moon is in the sign of Gemini, but in the constellation of Taurus. Q. How long does it take peafowl eggs to hatch? L. B. “ A. The period of incubation for peafowl eggs is 28 days—the same as for turkey eggs. Q. When was Charlie Ross kidnaped, and how old was he? G. S. A. Charley Ross was abducted from his home in Germantown, Philadelphia, on July 1, 1574. He was at the time four years and two months old. Q. What are briar pipes made of? W. O. H. A. In southern Europe briar pipes are made of the briar root; that is, th? white or tree heath. Erica Arborea. In the United States th«> root of th* mountain laurel, also that of Smilay Lauritolia and Smiiax Walter! iare used. , , THE SEA HAWK BY RAFAEL SABATINI (Published by Arrane’ement With First National Pictures, Ine. Copyrighted by Houghton-Mifflin Company.) CHAPTER XX The Sublety of Fenzileh OLIVER considered the woman for a long moment as she sat half-crouch ing on the divan, her hands locked, her face set and stony, her eyes lowered. He sighed gently and turned away. Now that truth had been dragged from its well, and tossed, as it were, into Rosa mund's lap, he felt none of the fierce ex ultatiap which he had conceived that such an hour as this must, bring him. Rather, indeed, was he saddened and oppressed. To poison the unholy cup of joy which he had imagined himself draining with such thirsty zest there was that discovery of a measure of justification for her attitude towards him in her conviction that his dis appearance was explained by flight. He was weighted down by a sense that he had put himself entirely in the wrong; that in his vengeance he had overreached himself; and he found the fruits of it, which had seemed so desirably luscious, turning to ashes in. his mouth. Long he stood there, the silence between them entirely unbroken. Then at length he stirred, turned from the parapet, and paced slowly back until he came to stand beside the divan, looking down upon her from his great height. “At last you have heard the truth," h* said. And as she made no answer, he con tinued: “I am thankful it was surprised out of him before ths torture was applied, else you might have concluded that pain was wringing a. false confession from him.’ He paused, but still she did not speak; indeed, she made no sign that she had heard him. “That,” he concluded, “was the man whom you preferred to me. Faith, you did not flatter me, as perhaps you may have learnt.” At last she was moved front her silence, and her voice came dull and hard. “I have learnt how little there Is to choose between you,” she said. "It was to have been expected. I might have known that two brothers could not have been so dissimilar in nature. Oh, I arts learning a deal, and swiftly!” “You are learning?” he echoed. “What are you learning?” “Knowledge of the ways of men.” His teeth gleamed in his wry smile. “I hope the knowledge will bring you as much bitterness as the knowledge of women —of one woman—has brought me. To have believed me what you believed me—me whom you conceived yourself to love!” "If I have a mercy to beg of you it is that you will not shame me with the re minder. “Os your faithlessness?” lie asked. "Os your disloyal readiness to believe the worst evil of me?” “Os my ever having believed that I loved you. That is the thought that shames me, as nothing else in life could shame me, as not even the slave market and all the in sult to which you have submitted me could shame me. Y r ou taunt me with my readi ness to believe evil of you—” "I do more than taunt you with it,” he broke in, his anger mounting under the pitiless lash of her scorn. “I lay to your charge the wasted years of my life, all the evil that has followed out of it, all that I have suffered, all that I have lost, all that I am become.” She looked up at him coldly, astonishingly, mistress of herself. "You lay all this to my charge?” she asked him. "I do.” He was very vehement. “Had you not used me as you did, had you not lent a ready ear to lies, that whelp, my brother, would never hare gone to such lengths, nor should I ever have afforded him the oppor tunity’.’ She shifted on the cushions of the divan and turned her shoulder to him. “All this is very idle,” she said coldly. Yet perhaps because she felt that she had need to justify herself, she continued: “If, after all, I was so ready to believe evil of you, it is that my instincts must have warned me of the evil that was ever in you. You have proved to me tonight that it was not you who murdered Peter; but to attain that proof you have done a deed that is even fouler and more shameful, a deed that reveals to the full the blackness of your heart. Have you not proved yourself a monster of ven geance and impiety?” She rose and faced him again in her sudden passion. “Are you not —you that were born a Cornish Christian gentleman—become a heathen and a robber, a renegade and a pirate? Have you sacrificed your very God to your vengeful Just?” He met her glance fully, never quailing before her denunciation, and when she had ended on that note of question he counter questioned her. v. “And your instincts had forewarned you of all this? God’s life, woman! Can you Invent no better tale than that?” He turnc'd aside as two slaves entered bear ing an earthenware vessel. “Here comes your supper. I hope your ap petite is keener than your logic.” They set the vessel, from which a savory smell proceeded, upon the little Moorish table by the divan. On the ground beside it they placed a broad dish of baked earth in which there were a couple of loaves and a red, short-necked amphora of water with a drink ing-cup placed over the mouth of it to act as a stopper. They salaamed profoundly and padded soft ly out again. “Sup,” he bade her shortly. “I want no supper,” she replied, her man ner sullen. His cold eye played over her. “Henceforth, girl, you will consider not what you want, but what I bid you do. I bid you eat; about it, therefore.” “I will not.” “Will not?” he echoed slowly, “Is that a speech from slave to master? Eat, I say.' “I cannot! I cannot!” she protested. “A slave may not live who can not do her master’s bidding." “Then kill me,” she answered fiercely, leaping up to confront and dare him. "Kill me. Y’ou are used to killing, and for that at least I should be grateful.” “I will kill you If I please.” said he in level, Icy tones. “Rut not to please you. You don't yet understand. You are my slave, my thing, my property, and I will not suffer you to be damaged save at my own good pleasure. Therefore, eat. or my Nu bians shall whip you to quicken appetite.” For a moment ehe stood defiant before him, white and resolute. Then quite sud denly, as If her will was being bent and crumpled under the Insistent pressure of his own. she drooped and sank down again to the divan. Slowly, reluctantly she drew the dish nearer. Watchhig her, he laughed quite silently. She paused, appearing to seek for some thing. Failing to find it. she looked up at him again, between erorn and Intercession. “Am I to tear the meat with my fingers?" ' she demanded. His eyes gleamed w!-h understanding, or at least w;h suspicion. Rut he answered her quite calmly: “It ’« against the Froph et ? law to defile meat or bread by the contact of a knife THE COUN BY AMS. IV. THE MUSCLE SHOALS—DUBIOUS END ING IN CONGRESS THE present congress, which will ex pire in a little over two months, by legal limitation, has been apparently contused or lamentably ignorant (its ma jority), during the entire two years of Its existence. Henry Ford made an offer that appeared to be a simple solution, with profit to the government, but the people who live in other states (or I may say, states outside of Dixie) controverted the Ford offer, until Mr. Ford retired from the bidding and the whole matter relapsed into a gabfest and apparently with spiteful intent. Muscle Shoals is nearly in a corner, with three states in close connection —Alabama, Geor gia and Tennessee. Anything that would help Alabama farmers would help the other two equally—as to transportation facilities. Other Dixie states are near enough to reap whatever of advantage that nitrate produc tion would benefit, and the government would be prepared, with nitrates near at hand, In case of invasion. The construction of the Muscle Shoals project by the government is not very far from danger, as regarding the durability of what has been done heretofore. An un finished, roofless building will go to wreck and decay long before a house which is really finished. The unfinished part will make the remainder worse than useless —as the idle years roll on. This is true of Muscle Shoals, I will copy here from a speech delivered In the house of representatives, two days ago, the following: “The first appropria tion (for Its construction) wad* for twenty millions of dollars. I voted also for the president’s (Wilson) suggestion for one hun dred thousand millions as preparation for war. Before we knew what we were doing, we had spent eighty millions. It, has now reached one hundred and forty millions, and we are told now that all that expense will be useless, unless wo spend sixty millions more, half the collosal figures spent on the Panama canal. There are two propo sitions —one is to junk the plant—the other is to go on with it. If we go on with It, under government control, as government operates in managing government property or lease it and operate it in that way. We had an experience with operating railroads by the government —not so long ago either. It seems to me to be sufficiently convinc ing to satisfy any man for the balance of his days.” Already one hundred and forty millions of taxpayers’ money gone, with nothing fin ished for permanent service. The farm bloc combine —-with Senator La Follette as their leader —is doing its level best to continue government ownership. The Underwood bill to lease the whole business to private parties with a stated rental, to be paid the government appears to me to be the safest and the cheapest. The farm block is operating as it operated all this year—in the senate —will be in evi dence until the 4th of March, and the re membrance of this alliance between south ern senators and western radicals will be come a part of national history that will be remembered, and it now appears will be come odious, in a free government. The poor old south had a chance, but the con spirators have bloc-d it. CHRISTMAS GREETING TO COUNTRY HOME READERS WHEN I recollect that twenty-six Christmas holidays (including this one of 1 924) will have come and gone since my service to The Semi-Weekly and Tri-Weekly Journal has been in con tinuous progress; it looks like it has been a long, long time a few months over a quar ter of a century! I entered this welcome service (and I can truthfully say, enjoyable service), on the 25th of August, 1889, and I was only i eighty-nine years old last June. Rain or , shine, cold or hot, at home and abroad, my quota of articles have been sent forward in due time for publication. The Journal of- I fice was located on Broad street at that, time. Hon. Hoke Smith was the principal , You must use the hands that God has given you.” “Do you mock me with the Prophet md his laws? What are the Prophet’s laws to me? If eat I must, at least,. I will not eat like a heathen dog, but in Christian fashion.” To indulge her, as it seemed, he slowly drew the richly hilted dagger from his girdle. “Let that serve you, then,” he said; and carelessly tossed it down beside her. With a quick indrawn breath she pounced upon it. “At last,” she said, "you give me some thing for which I Can be grateful to you.” And on the wordfl she laid the point of It against her breast. Like lightning* he had dropped to one knee, and his hand had closed about her wrist with such a grip that her arm felt limp and powerless. He was smiling into her eyes, his swarthy face close to her own. “Did you indeed suppose I trusted you? Did you think me deceived by your sudden pretense of yielding? When will you learn that lam not a fool? I did it but to test your spirit.” “Then now you know Its temper,” she re plied. “You know my Intention.” “Forewarned, forearmed,” gaid he. She looked at him, with something that would have been mockery but for the con tempt that colored it too deeply. “Is it so difficult a thing,” she asket?, “to snap the thread of life? Are there no ways of dying save by the knife? You boast yourself my master; that I am your slave; that having bought me In the mar ket place I belong to you body and soul. How idle is that boast. My body you may bind and confine; but my soul— Be very sure that you shall be cheated of your bar gain. You boast yourself lord of’ life and death. A lie! Death is all that you can command.” Quick steps came pattering up the stairs, and before he could answer her, before he had thought of words In which to do so, All confronted him with the astonishing an nouncement that there was a woman below asking urgently to speak with him. “A woman?” he questioned, frowning. “A Nasrani woman, do you mean?” “No, my lord. A Moslem,” was the still more surprising information. “A Moslem woman, here? Impossible!” But even as he spoke a dark figure glided ike a shadow across the threshold on to the terrace. She was in black from head to foot, including the veil that shrouded her, a veil of the proportions of a mantle, serving to iissemble her very shape. All swung upon her in a rage. “Did I not bid thee wait below, thou laughter of sham*?” he stormed. “She has followed me up, my lord, to thrust herself in here upon you. Shall I drive her forth?" “Let her be,” said Sakr-el-Bahr. And he waved Ali away. “Leave us.” Something about that black immovable figure arrested his attention and fired his suspicions. Unaccountably almost It brought to his mind the thought of Ayoub-el-Samin and the bidding there had been for Rosa mund in the sok. He stood waiting for his visitor to speak and disclose herself. She on her side con- TUESDAY. DECEMBER 80, 1824. TRY HOME H. FELTOU owner, and Mr. H. H. Cabanlss the • editor of the Daily. The change to the present handsome lo cation marked a record day in the history of the newspaper. It would seem that the owners can have space to do even more ex tensive business for a number of years—the building is so large and commodious. In and out, whenever I visited Atlanta I could find a resting place, on the main floor, in Treasurer Brice’s office. I have had a comfortable seat arid the use of the city phone, and a. kind welcome in this re- ■ spect for many, many years from Treasurer Brice. The readers of The Tri-Weekly would find the headquarters of The Tri-Weekly on the second floor, and I am so well ac quainted with the office force up there I feel very comfortable when I hear their kind greetings. There Is no busier place in the Capital City than The Journal newspaper uses and makes good. When you visit At lanta take a look at these busy people. THE CREME WAVE IN GEORGIA THE killing of Mr. Fred Stewart and mor tal wounding of his two principal store managers is an exhibit that will con vince any student of our current events that, nobody can feel assured of their own lives in crowded places, especially in the capital city of Georgia. The deliberate murder of the young lady at her desk less than a week ago, in a. supposedly safe place in the Western Union office, by an ill-natured man who was abso lutely nothing to her, and this wholesale killing of Mr. Stewart and two others. In his own store attending to legitimate business, adds conviction to the statement that no body’s life can be considered safe In the capital of the state of Georgia. The killing of the preacher’s wife brought only a confirmation of this declaration, that nobody’s life is safe in the smaller towns, be- I cause it is painfully evident that gangs of masked men with murder in their hearts are ' infesting these smaller towns. The murder of an army officer w’ho graciously allowed two human devils to ride •with him, as a gen tlemanly courtesy, is evident proof that these bandits are without regard for anything good and bent on murder as a pastime re sort for their Ingrained deviltry. I note also the governor is going to call a klonvocatlon of some sort or other to tell the people what's the matter with Georgia. This crime wave is the natural outcome of the disregard of law enforcement, and an un happy political situation -where a hooded or der holds the reins of government, and life and death matters are not to be regarded closed in the courts, but In the klonvoca tions of the aforesaid hooded order. As proof of this affirmation our Country Home readers can find it in Hearst’s International Magazine, published In February, 1924. A copy in my possession gives the data and the dates, and the pledge that such crimes are not to be settled in courts of justice but by the hooded secret order, as pledged by the executive of the state of Georgia. I am ready to send a verbatim copy of this pledge to any person, known to be seeking the facts and the truth, and conditions have reached a point where this disclosure should be known from the "State of Dade to the Tybee Light.” “Sowing the wind —the whirlwind” has come upon us! The investigation of 1871- 72, conducted by congress under the direc tion of President Grant, Is still extant. I hold a worn copy myself. The reports made by the majority are condemnatory from start to finish. The report sent in by the minori ty, mostly southern congressmen and sena tors, Is explanatory and concedes the exist ence of lawlessness throughout the “rebel states,” but goes on to say that the hooded order found Itself infested with lynchers, cut throats and murderers, who used the dis guise and the drastic oath of the secret or der to get even with the people they hated and were ready to kill. I have been acquainted with Mr. Stewart for a number of years. His fine face comes to me in memory, and It Is pitiful that this gentleman should have been murdered by a hate-filled drinking man, who had no mercy, only revenge. MY FAVORITE STORIES By Irving S. Cobb SCENE —The dining room of a hotel In a smallish city on the Pacific coast. Time —The present, 9:30 a. m., of a pleasant morning. Cast —An Immaculate Englishman and a native waiter. The Britisher enters, takes a. seat at a table, adjusts his monocle and considers the bill of fare. The waiter hovers In the background waiting to take the order. The Guest —Waitah, I cay, waltah. The Waiter—Yes, sir, right here. The Guest—What about breakfast, eh? I’m just in from Japan. Sea air gives one an ap petite, eh what? Feel a bit peckish. The Walter —Yes, sir, what's It going to be? The Guest —Been at sea for day« and days. Awfully hungry, don’t you know? The Walter —Yes, sir. The Guest —Then, waiter, bring me bacon and eggs. Fresh eggs, mind you. The Walter—Yes, sir. The Guest —And have the bacon crisp and curled. And a pot of coffee —not too strong— and plenty of hot milk. The waiter —Yes, sir. The Guest—And buttered toast, cut thin. The Walter—Yes, sir. Anything else? ’The Guest—(As though surprised)—And of course, some marmalade. The Waiter—Sorry, sir, but I’m afraid we ain’t got any marmalade. The Guest (rising to his feet and dropping his monocle) —What —no marmalade! My God, what a savage country America must be! (Copyright, 1924.) While the thief In Ohio stole a furnace from a dwelling, most of them can still be depended upon to go out of their own ac cord. —Detroit News. Appearance counts for little. You wouldn t think to look at muskrat that he will be seal some day.—Nashville Tennessean. The Queen of Sh*ba Is credited with In troducing the Honeydew melon to King Sol omon. Sh® picked the only man living who could afford them.—Saginaw News Courier. The Grand Duke Cyril wants to be czar of all the Russians. Now, Is there a Grand Duke Percy to dispute his claim? —Fort Wayne News Sentinel. tinned Immovable until All’s footsteps had faded in the distance. Then with a bold ness entirely characteristic, with the reck lessness that betrayed her European origin intolerant of the Moslem restraint Imposed upon her sex, she did what no True-believ ing woman would have done. She tossed back that lone, black veil and disclosed the pale countenance and languorous eyes of Fenzileh. For all that It was no more than he had expected, yet upon beholding her—her coun tenance thus bar*d to his regard—he re coiled a step. Continued Thursday. Renew tour sub criptlon now to aiold missing a chapter of this splendid stop-. . ( THE COMPLAINING By H. Addington Bruce WHEN a man begins to find himself habitually criticizing and carping, it is time for that man seriously to in quire into his own state. “Those who are freest with complaints," says my friend, B. C. Forbes, "usually havo little else to offer.” And, undoubtedly, the conspicuously coir plaining commonly are the conspicuously un successful. Their complaining is, psycho logically speaking, a defense reaction to pro tect them from a painful realization of their own inferiority. If they delight in finding fault with other people and with the existing order of things, it is that they may account satisfactorily for their failure to translate their hopes and their aspirations into terms of'achievement. They are laggards in life's race. They would hide this fact even from themselves. So they stress the unpleasant, the disagree able,, and the disadvantageous as a ready means of diverting their own attention and the attention of everybody else from their personal deficiencies and shortcomings. Obviously, if they, the honest and the worthy, live in a world of graft and wicked ness and deceit, if they are perpetually sub ject to injustice and at the mercy of the unscrupulous, it is small wonder that, de spite all their merits, they have not made headway in life.” Such is the- motive underlying much chronic complaining. It goes without say ing that the complaining will continue so long as its motive remains unappreciated. But once it is appreciated, and once there is resort to the candid self-examining all chronic complainers ought to make, the way may be cleared for the gaining of a suc cess and happiness none the less precious if belated. The chronic complainer may find, for ex ample, that If he has not got on in the world, if he is discontented and miserable, it is not because the world is hard and wicked, not because he has always been treated unfairly, but simply because he has been lazy. And he may still further find that his laziness is rooted, perhaps in an over-crav ing for ease and amusement, perhaps in faulty living habits or conditions of Ill health that have sapped his energy. Indeed, so often Is habitual complaining associated with a bodily weakness contribut ing to, if not causing, psychic weakness, that those who are forever complaining will do well to avail themselves of the benefit of a physician’s advice. They may then learn that they need only some upbuilding measures to give them both greater efficiency and a more roseate outlook on life. In proportion as they be come healthier and more competent, their fault-finding tendency will of its own ac cord diminish. Often, though, the contributory factor of ill-health is not present. Often what is needed, and all that Is needed, Is the cultl vatlng'-of moral qualities that have been al lowed to shrivel, a more resolute fronting of life’s demands and difficulties. For the chronic complainer whose sole need Is this, but who refuses to make any sincere effort to meet It, there x ls no hope whatever. He la doomed to remain a com plainer and a failure all his days. (Copyright, 1924.) WHY MEN WORK g By Dr. Frank Crane T' - IN proportion as a man Is & true man he is a servant. The biggest word in the dictionary Is Duty. The dlvinest of Terbi is Ought. To grow up means to encounter responsi bility. The world is full of Peter Pans— that is to say, of men and women who shrink from the burdens of maturity. But sooner or later to every one of us comes the Burden and the Task. We flee It, we dodge and squirm, hut It pursues us, in evitable and stern. The inner ear of each man’s sou! hears the voice of Life: “Find your work, and do it!” Only by obedience to thia command can he find peace. If he disobeys, by aqd by comes fate, with a persuasive word or with a “grievous crab-tree cudgel,” with tragedy and thorns, or with nausea and weariness, and drives him to his place. The world Is governed and kept going by a few strong Instincts; but among these not the least is that feeling that cannot b* sponged from the human heart, the feeling that “I have a work to do, and how am I straitened until it be accomplished!" There never was a more superficial, chtrap, and nasty delusion than that mer. work only for gain, and that if you take away wages and the hope of becoming wealthy all human kind would lapse into laziness. The contrary is true. No really good work was ever done for a reward. The best work of the world, and the greater part of the work of the world, is done fcr the same rea son that children play; it is because men would be wretched without activity, because unless men produce, create, and play the mighty game of business they die of the worm. Work is the normal functioning of the adult. Mankind builds bridges, bores tun nels, constructs ocean liners, erects skyscrap ers, paints pictures, writes books, and grinds flour because there la joy and health. “A man with no job, with no part of life’s burden accepted and carried, is no man. He bears the same relation to humanity that flies and snakes bear. He Is a curse and an Incubus. And la it not singular that one great de sire seems to be to lay up enough money so that our children “will not have to work?" Let us thank God that riches have wings, for if they should remain fixed their leaden ■ weight would asphyxiate the world. (Copyright, 1924.) QUIPS AND Q UIDDITIES A certain woman wanted to join the Co lonial Dames Society, which is moat particu lar that its members can trace their descent, from the original settlers. She set inquiries on foot and meeting a friend some time afterwards, said gleefully: “I am all right for the Colonial Damas. That genealogist diecovered that I am descended from the first man ever hanged In Massa chusetts.” “What birthday present are you going to give your husband?" asked friend Ethel. “Oh, a hundred cigars,” replied Mrs. Brown. “What did you pay for them?” “Nothing! For the past few months I have taken one or two from his box dally. He hao not noticed it, and will be delighted with my tact in gettmg the kind he always smokes." » The class was being examined by a school examiner, and after a lapse of an hour or so the pupils were told to write an essay on “Oliver Cwist.” While correcting the essays the examiner came across this sentence: “In the kitchen stood the statue nf a policeman.” Having no recollection of reading this in Dickens’ famous he called the scholar and asked: “Tommy, would you mind telling me where you read this?" “Certainly,” he ansVered.' “It says in the book, 'ln the corner of the kitchen stood a stone copper.’ "