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w 4 Thoroughbreds—East and West ,<« ut Copyrlftit, 1018, International New* Serrlc* BY NELL BRINKLEY w Hi Xwl \\w By MAX. A UGUST 23.—Being a copy of my letter to Sally Spencer, who la away off In Paris, while I am confined to the house by Illness up here in the northernmost woods of the most unspellable name: My Dear Sally: Richards tells me that you are solicitous about me. I wonder if you are. ItMs hard to believe a woman Is solicitous about a man when she enjoys herself shopping In Paris, while he lies sick and suffering up In the northernmost woods of the United States, unprotected from wild Indians and pretty nurses. I am sure if you could realize what weird mysterious sounds there are up here In the night, and which can mean nothing else but hobgoblins, ghosts and Indians, you would realize my peril. For when I call out for some one to shut out their demoniacal shrieks and walls and comfort me, there comes a very pretty nurse, warm and sweet and rosy from the nap she is trying to snatch some where in tuts Jim recesses of my room, and puts her arms around me and is most soothing and tender So you see. when I turn for help In one peril, I am confronted by a greater one, and there is no Book of Warnings you could send that would help me. for this stiffly starched person wouldn’t let me see ft if you sent one. She is a most domineering person. Small, oh, very' much smaller than you. I am anxious to grow strong enough to stand on my feet to see if she reaches my heart. I mean, of course, in stature. If she has reached it or not, otherwise. Is a matter of no con cern to you, away olT there in Paris enjoying yourself matching ribbons and laces, while I am so sick here. She has beautiful eyes, and the soft est hair, and It is her own, for I have seen her comb. A sick man is privi leged to see a great deal which is oth erwise forbidden. I suppose it Is to make up for the calomel, being the compensation found in every sting. And when I call her, she comes promptly, though she hasn’t had time to put on her top layer of starched things. When I rebuke her and tell her It Is not nice to be so heedless of my innate modesty, she says I am get ting well fast. That is one sign a man is out of danger when he begins to notice what his nurse hasn’t on. 80 you see, dear, my peril. Indians without, for I hear strange noises In the night, and a pretty nurse within. The doctor says I am improving, but very, very slowly. The pretty nurse says if I continue to mend so rapidly she will be compelled to demand a chaperon. And there you are. One says one thing and one another. I think there la something wrong with my spine, for when I try to move It is to learn how very limited is my vocabulary of swear words I have grown so dependent on the help of the pretty nurse that sometimes I can’t feed myself unless one arm Is around her neck. Isn't it distressing how help less a sick man is when there is - pretty nurse around*, course you are not understand. ^ . .. T I think in my next incarnation I . would like to b e a tree. A tree lives so j much more sturdily and dies so much | mere gracefully than a man. I said | something to this effect to the nurse, and she replied that if 1 were a tree in my next incarnation, she supposed it would be >f the lemon family. August 24.—I am writing this letter on the installment plan, not that I get tired writing, as i did when first injured, but the nurse won’t let me write, and when she came home yesterday and caught me at it she scolded me j This second installment is written while she and Manette have gone to hunt wild blackberries, and Richards , will mail it to you before she returns. She says she is jealous of my un- ^pSSS'i'ave reminded her ; If you happen to break a glass or that she had no right to be jealous of valuable glaae ornament, it can ef- anybody, but 1 am afraid If I offended j fectually and easily be mended in her she wouldn’t come to relieve my following way: Melt a little isin- apprehension when I 1 , J. \ glass in spirits of wine; add a small a^niiht Sht^sa^s R is only the wind, ] quantity of water; warm the mix- ami I am sure when day comes that it j ture gently over a moderate fire. When was but at night when everyone in the ; mixed, by thoroughly melting, it will house is asleep but the nurse and my- | form a perfectly transparent glue, self it is quite natural and manlike that j which will unite glass so nicely and I should grow more afraid firmly that the joint will scarcely be T hope* SaJly dear, that I have w -. er ceptlble to the most citical eye. ten nothing that will excite your appre- j ^ hension or cause you to cut short your j dy />* .TV * & X 1 f i i y. Little Bobbie’s Pa wyi /N, . 61 r M J, 0 TO / s* hi # W AiW'H ft • VI V 1 A % s® Mr vl Hi § #’11P XiitiK mmrnmm sM rjlF But then of man and don't 1HE horsewoman of the West (you meet her on a bend of a high mountain road—you ask your way of her on the prairie trail in New Mexico and Arizona, across sage and pine, over mild farm land of the Middle West, over the placid rivers and the mild, gentle hills of the far East—over all that lies between them)—the horsewoman of the West looks Into the eyes of the horsewoman of the East. And they smile! For they are the pick ol their kind ard thoroughbreds, and can afford to be gracious, as beauty can afford to be sweet to beauty. In the East and the West alike the nondescript rider fills the bridle paths, rigged out more or less alike, though perhaps you will not believe that. You can scarcely tell one from the other save in their degrees of bad riding. But the thoroughbreds, horse and rider, East and West, the crack players of the riding game, stand as wide apart in looks and manner as the poles. Only in these things are they “blood”—their perfect "form” of so different a kind, their oneness— the girl and the animal between her knees, the fear they never know and the hearts that beat beneath shirts and chestnut hides! East has her short-backed pony with his three-quarter bobbed tall; her slippery little eggshell of a saddle, her short stirrup almost as delicate and clean-cut as an engagement ring, her thorough mouthful Household Suggestions The Tide of bits, reins held taut but with fine feeling, and give to her hand and the cruel curb a trifle more lax than the kinder snaffle. Over her shoulder she carries her mallet, pointing to the misty blue heaven of the Ea3t. She wears outing shirt, gloves, jockey-like cap with its bird beak, white breeches, a short sleeveless coat, dull finished boots. She Is a perfect picture, shorn of useless ornameHt, a clean silhouette fitted to the bald, green lawns and white balustrades of the Eastern country, whose coloring Is quiet, rich and cultured. Her hair Is close and sleek like the lawns and as the mane and foretop of her brainy pony are shaven. West has her long-headed, slim-legged pinto with his hint of the Arab-Spanish horse who turned wild, bred i:. the Far West when It was new. Foretop and mane are long as banners and wind-whipped. The girl’s hair whips in the wind to match. Her bridle Is as simple a thing as the Indians, with a trace of the silver and jingle about It that the red man loved. She has one bit—a curb—that, under a hand fine in feel ing, la a double one—tender anaffle and subduing curb. Sometimes you will find her with bridle hung to saddle horn, the pony’s mouth free, traveling In halter and single rein. Her saddle is the "chair saddle” of knighthood. There * much leather and comfort about It and she hugs It like a cavalryman. She wears soft hat with wide brim and three dimples In the crown; soft skirt, gloves, broad belt of leather, skirt short and divided, and the tan of the desert, sturdy boots, heavy of sole and broad of toe. Her stirrup Is a broad, safe thing that half swallows her little foe.. Her rope swings like a coiled snake against ner knee and she doesn't like It new! Beside her the tall blossom of the 3panish bayonet points to the vivid bmc of the Western sky. Her tans and golds, flowing mane and tall of hair match the brilliant yet thinly lovely coloring of the West—the sage, the singing hills, the ethereal distances. Far apart they look—both thoroughbreds, crack players, harmoni ous, In perfect form with the lands they are the flowers of. On the polo field, wild mane and tail, loose hair and soft gray hat and much siddle leather, would violate your eyes. In the vasty mountain and prairie land, wrappe pony legs, Bhaven foretop and tail, rin stirrup and polo coat would smash the picture Into bits. Each In the other’s domain would seem flapping with useless trappings. In their own they are fit and trim. Only in these things are they of one blood—their perfect “form” of so different a kind, their oneness—the girl and the animal between her knees ,and the hearts that bet' beneath shirts and chestnut hides. UET.I, niflVKUEY A 1 hrilling Short Story, Complete Up-to-Date Jokes T childish enjoyment of matching ribbons and laces in Paris. It Is Just as well that the ocean rolls between us, for if you were here the pretty nurse would not let you see me. She -won't let the suffragette -who conies over from the hotel with bou quets of yellow flowers and soothing literature on “That Monster Man” get Inside, the gate. ...... , , “Are you jealous of her? I asked one dav, and she said no, she wasn’t; that when a maji was sick, the last ■woman who could ever interest him was a suffragette. Sometimes, when T de clare the noises of the night are par ticularly weird, she says it is the suffra gette haranguing outside. I repeat, Sally Dear, that I hope I have written nothing that will disquiet you. Some days I think I am going to die, and then I know you will be sor- you didn’t come to save me, and the Iron mold stains spread in any fabric they come in contact with in the wash. To remove them stretch the stained part over a basin nearly full of boiling water, so that the steam may penetrate the fabric, and apply with a feather a teaspoonfu) of lemon juice. When the marks dis appear dip the material well into the hot water; afterward rinse very thor oughly in cold water. Make a paste the thickness of cream with whitening and water, and rub back over the top, sides, shelves, door and back of the oven when cleaning. Leave the door open for a few minutes to dry. If this is done once a week it will prevent burning. thoughtT always makes me feel better. Like all the men, Sally, I find comfort Before scraping new potatoes, let ln th ,® PjSSTLv 0f grav«° f W ° them «>ak for a little while In water W< Bu, the pretty nurse says I-Here I to which a piece of common washing go again talking about the nurse when ; soda has been added. This will make I intended to write nothing more than them scrape easily, and they will not good-bye. Your—How shall T sign myself? Do you insist on “friend.” Little Woman? Perhaps that would he better, for some one might see it—the nurse, I mean, not Jack. Your friend, MAX. ! stain the fingers. Always put a piece of muslin round the band underneath the ribbon or silk when trimming a hat. This saves the hatpins from breaking the straw. The Best Food-Brink Lunch at Fountains ORIGINAL GENUINE insist Upon HORLICK’S Avoid Imitations—Take No Substitute Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. For infants, invalids and growing children. Pure nutrition,upbuilding the whole body. Invigorates nursing mothers and the aged. More healthful than tea or coffee. Agrees with the weakest digestion. Keep it on your sideboard at home. A quick lunch prepared in a minute. HEJ little woman with the thin, reddish gray hair threw a peb ble into the water and aaid, "Ah, me!” because she knew' that in half an hour the tide would turn and she must go hack to the convalescent home on the cliff. “The matron gave me till then,’ she said to the man at her side, "and she’s been so good to me while I’ve been there that I wouldn’t upset her for the world. If I told her that I’d bet you—after all these years! If I told her t>f what’s happened ” “She wouldn’t believe it,” said the man sighing. ”1 can hardly believe it myself. But I knew' it was you when I looked down from the prom enade." "I’m changed, Joe?” she suggested, wistfully. "Thirty years would change any body.” “Fifty-one next birthday—if it comes. Sometimes—only sometimes, Joe—I hope that it won’t come.” Different Thoughts. "I’m fifty-six,” he said, encourag ingly, "but I never hope like that. ’ "They say that you’re very—very rich?” "Plenty of money,” he said, quietly, "but not rich. It’s when I look at you that I feel poor, and miserable, and helpless.” She laughed feebly. "Thirty years!” she said again. "And in all that time I’ve not heard from you once.” "Why did you go away? In tho beginning, I mean.’* "When you came back from India?” "Yes. Thirty years ago.” "I left a letter for you.” ”T have it low. You didn't want to see me again. Said there was some body else. Said you were going abroad.” She was silent for a moment. Then: "You didn’t guess that it was a lie? You heard about father?” An Honest Man. "That would have made no differ ence to me.” "But he w'as a clergyman. That made his sin the greater in the eyes of the world. He never meant to *3 anything that was wrong. I’m cer- I tain of that. There was no fraud 'n I his heart; he believed there was money at the bank to meet the check.’’ "He died?” “Heart failure—just before the in- , spector came to the house.” “And you?” “Ah! You’d have married me in spite of it all. But was It fair to you? Always they w’ould have re minded you of it, and someone—I forget who it was—said to me, 'He may be the greatest engineer the world has ever known; he may come back with a fortune, but Society’ what did she mean by Society?—'ha9 a long memory, and It’ll pity him and you.’ You married soon after ward, didn’t you, Joe?” “Three months. I was mad with disappointment. I went out of the house, after reading your letter, and swore that I’d marry the first woman who would accept me.” “Steady, Joe! She was a good wife to you.” “Kohler than I. But she knew, I think. Many a time I found her In tears.” “I’ve never cried,” said the little woman, "never cried for 30 years. I was past crying.” The man said In a low, faraway voice: "I cried w'hen she went; I cried when the two boys were cut up in South Africa; when the girl slipped from me. I believe—I believe that 1 cursed ” "Joe!” “And when the last one I had was lost here—here in this very bay—I gave up entirely. The hand was against me! That’s how I felt.” “I read of It In the newspaper. He was trying to save two children.” “He got them on to the end of the groyne before he was carried away by the current.” "And they never found him?” "That’s why I’m here—looking for him. I’m always here—watching and waiting. The tide’s cruel, Margot.” "Just like life, Joe,” she whispered. Again a long silence. The sun was going down behind the Heads; a trail of gold and amber and mauve lay across the water, like a glorious path way to the distant horizon. On the promenade behind tbe little woman with the reddish-gray hair and the man who whs rich, yet poor, the crowds of holidaymakers paced to and fro; the band on the pier away to the right played melody after mel ody, as though it knew the hearts of two old children were beating ln har mony. A boy of four ran down the beach in defiance of a hysterical nurse who called to him from the prome nade. He was throwing pebbles ln the water, when a wave came surging in. The little woman with the red dish-gray hair ran toward the child and caught him by the arm. She apoke to him very tenderly, and he turned obediently, and went back with her to his nurse. The watching man saw her kiss the child. When she came back to his side her eyes were glistening. "Thirty years!” she murmured. “I can hardly believe it. • • • I’m glad SNAP SHOTS By LILLIAN LAUFERTY. D EAR love, a little column here To you I am erecting*. A shrine, at least, from custom old. I fear you are expecting. Be grateful, please, O! Love, for I Find raising columns rather hard. For shrines, or temples there's no hope. I’m not an architect—but bard. To-day folk* worship other gods. The love of Love is now called gam. mon, Be thankful for your column. Love— Temples to-day belong to Mam* MAIDEN MU3INGS —WHEN LOVE 18 DONE. When a man get tired of her, the wise woman ways. “Amen.” To lose friendship is sorrow, to lose love is bitterness—but true tragedy never dawns till both are gone. The fragrance of a rose’s fallen petals, the sweetness of a kiss of yesterday may linger In memory—but an unwlthered geranium has moro perfume. In order to be part of life, we must exhale love—for when the sun’s heat and light fail, w’e will not know there is a sun. Love stumbles often when the path Is smooth, and leaps gayly, on winged feet, over great obstacles. Friendship may grow to love—but life does not offer a perfect circle— Leve can not forget Its flowers and veil and be nun-llke friendship. • • • I did not keep the rose he brought After its day; Although It lived a longer time Than other roses may. I let it go the way of all For this one fear, Because it might persuade my heart That he tvas growing dear. But now my heart Is well assured, And still I sing. And no one here could ever know. That I miss anything. —Josephine Preston Peabody. that I haven't changed so much after all." "You’11 never change,” he said. He touched her hand. She looked down. He was holding a letter. “Yours,” he said, In a whisper. "I’ve kept It all these years.” "And If you hadn’t met me you’d have gone on keeping It ?” “Right to the very end.” She took the letter from him, and read It again and again. A Hard Task. “It was the hardest thing I ever did,” she wald, and there was a break in her voice. "It took hours and hours to write that letter, but some thing told me it was the right thing to do.” “You should have waited—you should have had more confidence in me.” “Ah. me!” she sighed. "Most tragedies grow out of little mistakes, misunderstandings ” He nodded listlessly. ‘That sewing machine,” he said, abruptly. "What did you mean bv that?” "There was nothing else that I could do. I don’t think I could live without the noise of the machine. The sea’s like It sometimes—when It comes over the stones. Makes you feel lonely, doesn’t It? And yet it soothes.” “The tide's turning,” he said, and he drew her closer to him. “Turning.” he whispered, and he took the 30-year-old letter from her, tore It, and threw the pieces on the receding waters. The wind that was taking the tide out caught fragments of the music as it drifted from the pier, and carried them out and away. The reddish-gray hair was half hid den by the man’s right arm. The bell ceased to ring. The little woman said: "God, Joe!” as though all the happiness taken from 30 years had been brought back to her in that mo ment. By WILLIAM F. KIRK. M ISSUS SMITH is going to bring her husband up to see ns to* nite, sed Ma. You ought to meet her husband, beekaus he is vary brilyunt. That is nice, sed Pa. I always liko to meet brilyunt people. It maiki me feel at hoam to find a other bril yunt man with wlch to talk with. What is he, a actor? No, sed Ma he is a lawyer, but he is the gratest con-ver-saghunaliat that I ever llssend to. The art of plesant conversashun is rapidly bee- cuming a thing of the past, sed Ma, the salm as the art of polite letter ritelng. That is vary true, sed Pa. In the old days a young man wud rite a bu- tiful letter to a yung lady, telling how he was drawn toward her by sura mystlck spoil & nowadays, Pa sed, if a yung man rites to a yung lady at all, he rites like this: Say, kiddo, youse have sure got me winging. I’m so strong for you I fee 1 like Sandow. your* to a crisp, Jack. That is the kind of polite letters that gurls git nowadays, Pa »ed. I know you will like Mister Smith, Ma sed. He has traveled far and wide. He knows grate men in every land. & lie tells it all so interesting. You think you are in a trance all the time he Is telling about his adven tures. I bet he hasent had any moar ad ventures than I have, sed Pa. Oh, yes he haw, sed Ma, hia is reel adventures. You maik up a lot of yure adventures. Walt til! you heer his conversashun. Jest, then Missus Smith A her hus band calm. He was a tall, thin man & he looked like a skool teecher. He talked like one. too. I never herd so many big words. I am vary pleesed to meet you. sed Pa wen he was interduced to Mister Smith. My wife was telling me that you have traveled far. I have been contiguous to sum vary reemoat parts of the earth, sed Mister Smith. I think I may say without feer of successful con-tradickshun that I have been adjacent to or di rectly in many of the moasrt unpene trated parts of the wruld. The fact that I nm a Nomad is in-dub-ltal, he sed to Pa. So ft wuld seem, .sed Pa. I used to nomad a lot, too, until I got sick of roaming * settled down. But your travel has been tnflnitea- mal compared to the roaming I have did. sed Mister Smith. Why. beefoar I was twenty I had been thru all of TTraguay & Paraguay, wlch I suppoas you mite be sed to be in juxta- posishun. & to deeskribe my peregrinashuns thru Africa wuld talk a week of steddy converKashun sed Mister Smith. Africa is a somber continent, & to attempt to deeskribe its brood ing mistery were futil, he sed. It wud be too copious for yure limited comprehenehun. Even if I were to reelate these things succinctly, sed Mister Smith. & even if you I agreed that I shufl talk that length of time, I feer that you wud wish to abrogate that agreement beefoar my be-wilderlng flow of words was half finished. Then doant peregrinate, sed Pa. T^et us talk about baseball. I was hoaplng Huggins wud win the Nash- tinal Leeg pennant for St. Ixiuis. Pa sed, but I see he got kind of left at the post. Baseball does not interest me. sed Mister Smith. I wud fain converse of other things, things less of the soil and moar etheerial. So he con versed of other things & at last all of us except him wud fain go to bed. I am glad Pa Isent brilyunt, he talks enuff now. "Alfred, have you got everything?” tenderly inquired Baron Southmont’u wife, as he started off on a Journey. The billionaire burst into tears. "There you go!" he exclaimed. "Al ways saying things to give me pain. You know very well. 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