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“'I'he Counter Charm
(That “Keeps a Country Boy from Harm”)
By NELL BRINKLEY
Copyright. 1913. International New* Service.
T tt Country Boy, growing used to th« purpl»*wtl!ght«fi, deop-
cannoned city’s ways, at case In bla evening clothes, drawn Into
the ways and the pleasures of a set that "has a good time";
gay, and hard-working, and troubled between times over hla ''Ideals'*
and those he finds about him, falls In love with a long, sinuous crea
ture like a beautiful. Iridescent bird—with a small black head, deli
cately made-up eyes, a crimson mouth, oarelessly graceful attitude*
Which Hour Is Your
3 Happiest? 3
An
Interesting (Question, Which Opens Up a Wide
Field of Discussion.
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
W HAT means the joy o’ life to
you? What give* to your
day the greatest measure of
happiness? It Is worth your while
to stop and consider this question
very seriously, for your enjoyments
•how a very definite phase of your
character.
A little thought will convince you
©f the truth of this. Consider the his
tory of nations—at periods when
civilisation had not brought kindness
and humane instincts to be factors
In feeling, enjoyment oaxne from tin*
Resinol
takes the soreness
out of sunburn
There is no reason (or suffering
with sunburn. Just coverthe pain
ful surface with a thin layer of
Resfeio! Ointment. It excludes
the air and gives instant relief,
while its toothing, healing medi
cation quickly restores the tender,
inflamed skin to perfect health.
Fseinol Ointment h«lt eeterna, hast rash
and other ek;n eruption*, stupa itching in
stant:;.-. and it most valuable f*»r chafing**,
trowel bite*. prison oek cr ivy, tore*, wounds,
etc. &#ui by a*. "" g*
Bufferings of others. A barbarous
populace got its gayety from gladi
atorial combats in which brother of
conquered peoples might be compell
ed to slay brother.
It found pleasure In watching hu
mans mauled and torn to death by
wild beasts in the arena.
To-day the barbarous instincts of
human nature are dying—but not
dead. What makes you laugh when
you see a harmless old man slip on a
banana peel and fall to experience
ignominy and perhaps pain? A sense
of humor ought not to be so tremen
dously appealed to by this common
enough spectacle of a fellow mortal
losing his footing. It isn't sense of
humor, but the excitement of the un
expected mingled with the old barba
rous Instinct to get fun out of other
people’s pain.
Examine yourself rather carefully
to see what gives you happiness. The
knowledge will give you light on the
profitable study of your own nature.
Do you get your greatest joy out
of the excitement of a social "good
time?" Tnen you are too much of a
butterfly and must take yourself to
task lest you slip into the class of
idlers.
Is your happiest time that spent in
reading, in the peace of home and
family, in the quiet of nature, in any
environment where you have only to
bask in the pleasant surroundings
th.it give you peace? Well enough so
far as it goes*—you are probably a
kindly, studious person—but you lack
initiative.
The healthiest form of enjoyment
comes from work. Honestly it does'
There is a glorious Joy in the feeling
that comes over you when you stop
for a moment and look on what you
have accomplished and know it to be
good.
T did this. I added this to the sum
of human achievement." No feeling
that comes to you can he more
fraught with real joy than the peace
ful satisfaction of looking on your
work and knowing it to be good.
If effort and accomplishment as its
crown mean the greatest possible
happiness to you, you are one of
those energetic, ambitious, determin
ed souls who will surely forge ahead
in the world.
If serving others and bringing hap-
and an eternal cigarette 1
•*I counted ’em," he thought one night, wh*s he tossed and puz
zled, "and she smoked ten to-night."
He bathes in a still, black, magic pool, where the water in the
light looks red, like wine. And sometimes his face longs for the
cryatal-clear little shallow brook that runs through a green meadow
and shines over a silver sandy bottom.
He 1b In love with mysterious, Jungloue water*, but eometlmea the
frank little stream calls loud.
And some night, sitting so before his lady-love, he knows what
the call of the silver water is! Before his troubled eyes, between him
and the small dark head and the crimson lips and the sparkling shoes,
takes shape a dear little figure with a fresh, sunny face, demure feet
crossed, and a great bowl full of scarlet apples on her two round
knees. And while she peels, she looks from a pair of gray familiar
eyes.
THE COUNTER-CHARM! The girl “back home!" The dawn
growing*before the face of night The sunny sliver brook drowning
the voice of the still, black tarn.
The girl back home—roses and milk beside poppies and wine—
the little counter-charm that "keeps a man from harm."
—Bu X&LL BRINKLEY.
Why We Quarreled
-No. 6—
A Bit of Autobiography from the Wife
Wh< >se Husband Won’t Go to Church
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE
WATER.
(Copyright, 1915, Star Company.)
I T sounds wicked to say that re
ligion is one of the matters about
which my husbknd and I have
our bitterest quarrels. Nevertheless,
this is true.
My religion is a part of my verv
life. I was brought up in a religious
family. Herbert was not. He went
to church w’hen he felt like it, and he.
did not feel like it often. His people
were not connected with any especial
demonination. All of mine were.
One need not belong to any church
to be a Christian, my husband often
reminds me. I know this is true.
Knowing it, I try not to be unhappy
because Herbert la not a church mem
ber. He is a good man. yet his atti
tude toward sacred matters is very
trying to me.
"My belief is as strong as yours^"
he said recently when I regretted his
attitude, "only we take our religion In
a very different way.”
This was apropos of the fact that he
had not accompanied me to church
for many Sundays. Each week I go
through the form of asking, "Are you
coming with me, dear?” and each time
he says, as if it were not always his
custom to reply, "Well, no, dear; I
think I’ll stay at home to-day."
"A8 you always do,"'! remarked
dryly the last time he made this reply.
"If I do," he argued, "what differ
ence does that make? It doesn’t hurt
anyone, does it?"
"It might help you if you went to
church," I said.
"I don’t see it," he objected. "I
ptness into other lives Is your ideal
of happiness you are one of those
noble souls bom to make the world
better because you have been in It.
If anything constructive—anything
that adds to the sum of human
knowledge or happiness of achieve
ment mean Joy to you, Just go ahead
in your altruistic pursuit of Joy.
Rut if your happiness comes from
lazy browsing in the atmosphere oth
ers have created, or from the inflict
ing of pain on others either wantonly
or to get ahead of them—haul your
self up short.
Unless your idea of happiness Is a
worthy one you are not yet a civilized
citizen of the world. Don’t let your
self be a barbarian. Make your Ideal
of happiness a flue one. *
work hard all the week. Sunday is
my one day of rest. Moreover, Dr.
Blank’s sermons bore me."
"Then let’s go to hear some other
preacher," I propose* hopefully. But
he declined.
"Where’s Bob?" he asked a few
minutes later as I started out alone.
Bob Is our small son, aged 10.
“He did not care to go with me.” I
explained. "He says that if you don’t
go he does not see why he need do 30.”
"A chip of the old block!" laughed
my husband. "But I’ll coax him to go
with you to-day."
He did. and Bob sulked all the way
to the sanctuary and back. The next
Sunday w r hen I spoke of attending
morning service I added:
"I shall not take Bob. He doesn't
like church. Dear,” I added timidly,
you are setting him an example of
unbelief."
Of course, a quarrel ensued, in
which my husband made the state
ment recorded above. The discus
sion led nowhere, but left me so
shaken that I, myself, stayed at home,
unhappy and wretched.
Yet what can I do? Herbert says
he believes in God, and that he prays,
sometimes, when there is anything he I
wants very badly. "Not that I think
it does much good,” he supplements
skeptically.
Is it right for me, a church mem
ber, to allow my child to be trained
In such conditions? If* this kind of
thing continues Bob will consider re
ligion a thing only for women and
young children. T can’t bear that
thought. Besides this, it makes me
a bit ashamed when my people ask
me every Sunday where Herbert is,
and I have to reply, "At home."
"He ought to attend service often-
er," my father remarks regretfully.
I know that he ought, but, if I in
sist, I but confirm hi min his ob
stinacy and disinclination. I heard
a clergyman say once that nobody
was ever scolded into the Kingdom
of Heaven. And I know that if I
speak harshly and try to drive Her
bert where he will not be led I am
not living the Christian charity that
I try to live, and am but defeating
my own desire and purpose. Yet it is
hard to speak gently always when
my heart is so deeply concerned.
"Don’t you ever take time to think
of God?” I asked Herbert one day,
Do You Know That—
Berlin was built mainly out of the
money obtained from France at the
conclusion of the war of 1870.
• • •
In Arabian marriages, as soon as the
bride reaches the bridegroom’s house
she makes him presents of household
furniture, a spear and a tent.
• * *
Wellington defeated Soult so sudden
ly and unexpectedly on the Douro In
1809 that at 4 o'clock he sat down to
the dinner prepared for the French gen
eral.
• • •
Bank notes worth about a farthing
each of English money are circulated
in Paraguay.
« • •
Camel's milk Is said to be very help
ful to consumptives because it is palata.
ble and nourishing.
• • •
Some very fine lace is made by the
women of the Philippine Islands from
strong silky fiber obtained from pine
apple leaves.
The earth, under a thick covering of
snow*, is 10 degrees warmer than the
air immediately above the snow.
* • *
Prisoners in Morocco are compelled to
pay the officers for their trouble in ar
resting and escorting them to the police
station.
• • •
The banyan tree of East India is re
markable for the fact that its branches
droop down to the ground and take root
as separate stems.
• * •
The reason that a "baker’s dozen*’
means thirteen is that many bakers in
days gone by were so afraid of being
fined for giving short weight that they
gave an extra loaf with every dozen.
* * •
The parchment used for drumheads
is prepared from the skins of donkeys,
calves, goats and wolves; and that for
writing purposes from the skins of
sheep. The polishing is dons with pum-
ioe stone.
my voice trembling with unhappi
ness.
"Why, yes," he said, carelessly, "of
course I do.”
"In other words," I accused, moved
to Indignation by his easy attitude
of mind, "you patronize Him!”
Herbert shrugged his shoulders.
"At all events," he rejoined coolly,
"my belief In Him does not have the
effect on me that your religion has
on you. It does not make me say
the cruel things that you say. To
my way of thinking, a man’s faith
is between his Maker and himself,
and if it’s good for much it ought
to make him tolerant of other peo
ple’s ideas.”
I knew that my wicked impatience
justified this speech of his, and I felt
that I had been false to my pro
fession.
Yet when my husband’s mother was
very ill he came to me with the an
guished request that I pray for her
recovery.
"And ask your paster to pray, too!"
he begged. "Sureiy God will hear our
prayers!"
To me it seems mean and coward
ly to neglect the Almighty when life
is bright and smooth, and then when
you are in trouble to cry out for His
help. But I did not say this to my
husband. He was unhappy enough
already. Nor did I ask him later,
when his mother was well, if he had
returned thanks for her recovery. As
he had reminded me, that was a mat
ter that should be between God and
himself.
But knowing, as I do, how much
religion helps one to meet tempta
tion and to live the square, honest
life, have I not a right to expect
my husband to uphold my beliefs
to our child?
I am not a good woman, but if I
had not my faith I would be a wor*e
one. If I am ever patient, forgiving,
kind, ft is because of my religion. Am
I unreasonable in wishing my hus
band to show by his life and speech
the power of eternal things? If he
will not do this, what about our boj^s
faith in the years to come?
And it is not a sin for a man and
wife to quarral about swligiooT
And So T
® Ms*
hey Were
# IVlai
rica qp
Matrimony Does Not Offer Solid Ground for the Feet
of Those Who Wed.
G ETTING married has. in the
words of Robert Louis Steven
son, "an air of great simplicity
and ease. It offers to bury forever
many aching preoccupations; It Is
to afford us unfailing and familiar
company through life; it opens up a
smiling prospect of the blest and pas
sive kind of love rather than the
blessing and active—’’
And yet marriage does not offer
solid ground under the feet of any
who chance Into that august state.
Rather it means breakers ahead and
shoal water and the beginning of life
rather than the solving of its prob
lem.
Falling in love and going through
the courting state are romantic af
fairs that engage the human imagi
nation most delightfully. And the next
step Is to keep in love—and to keep
your partner in love with you. A
very different business that from the
peaceful vision of sitting with folded
hands within a safe harbor and lazi
ly floating through a sunny life on
the good old sea-going craft "Matri
mony.”
Your love story does not end at the
altar. It begins there. Ahead of you
lies the struggle toward the ideal of
happiness—and It Is a double ideal,
yours and your partner’s. So first of
all it Is an Ideal that demands com
promise and forbearance and tolera
tion and understanding. And none of
those things have occurred to most
of the romantic young things who are
Just as much In love with love as
they are with each other!
All of us are erring mortals —
thoughtless and unreliable at times:
helpless when we most desire to serve
and walled off from complete under
standing by the very film that makes
each of us an Individual. We all are
"filled with a struggling radiancy of
better things"—and we all fail those
better things again and aeain, and
fall to understand how others can
fail them, too!
But as you are imperfect, eo is the
one you love—and he. too, must al
low for your frailties and weakness
es. Add to vour love toleration, add
to that understanding and sympathy,
and to that community of interests in
essentials, and the marriage of two
normal, kind and decent souls ought
to be a great success.
Husband and wife must agree about
life. If the one thinks It a playground
and the other feels that It is a work
shop, how* %re they to be happy, even
If they try to adjust themselves and
to compromise? There will be differ
ence enough In all conscience because
he is a man and she a woman and
because all of education and training
has gone to emphasize their differ
ences.
So to counterbalance the great fun
damental differences there must be a
community of Interest, a sharing of
tastes, an understanding of why cer
tain things bring Joy to one and sor
row to the other.
With love and understanding, with
sympathy and toleration, added to
mutually shared tastes and mental
congeniality, marriage ought indeed
to be a cose of "and so they lived
happily ever after" in life as well u
in fairy tales.
Do You Know The Real
Food Value of
Spaghetti?
When you talk about buying 10 cents
or one dollar’s worth of any foodstuff,
whst do you mean by "worth?" The
only measure of genuine worth in the
S urchase of eatables must be nutrition
ut do you keep nutrition in mind
when you buy the family provisions?
Let us see.
Meat is probably your biggest item.
Yet no less an authority rhAn Dr
Hutchison, the dietitian, says that
meat is a dear food. Why? Because
we pay far too much for the amount
of nutrition that we secure. Meat con
tains 75 per cent water—think of that
when siroiin Is chalked up at 85c a
pound—three-quarters water!
Now r , take Faust Spaghetti, made
from Durum wheat, a rich, glutinous
cereal. Of spaghetti and its allied
products, the same authority says that
they contain only 10 per cent water.
and these foods are absorbed almost In.
their entirety—go to make blood, mus
cle and tissue. Faust Spaghetti costs
10c a large package—nearly all worth.
MAULL BROS.
Lewis, U. 6. A*