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Vhe Worst Poverty Is That of a Man Who Is Perfectly Satisfied With Plenty
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The Burglar’s Error
IIow ail Adventurous Soul Ran Into a Small
Boy.
T HE action of this story really
begins in a car. On a double
seat outside sat Mr. Harkness,
manager of the Broad Street Branch
of the Chatham Bank, and Mr. Dea
con, of Deacon & Co., wholesale jew
elers, who made a point of Journeying
home together.
‘'Well,” said Mr. Harkness eager
ly, “have you got It?”
"In my pocket,” was the reply.
"Let's have a look."
“Not here.”
"Why not? It’s safe. 1*11 keep my
eye on it.”
Mr. Deacon cautiously drew from
his pocket a black morocco case. Htill
more cautiously he opened it, and re
vealed & diamond necklace.
"Don’t take it out of its case,” he
warned. “You can look at It prop
erly when you get home."
"Looks all right,” said Mr. Hark-
ness. contentedly.
“And it Vs all right, too. Exactly
the same in every detail as the one
you shaped me on the Avenue for
$1,000.
And the price.
“To you it's $630. Of course, I'm
not making any profit out of you, old
man. I hope the wife will like it.”
"I’m sure she will. My! Won't she
get a surprise! She'll get at me for
being extravagant, I know. But, hang
It all, I’ve had a %ood year, and she
deserves something out of the way!
It'll be a fine souvenir of our boy’s
Tenth birthday.
"You can always realize on good
©tones,” assured Air Deacon. “Will
you tak« It now? Well, put it in your
Inside pocket and button up your
coat.”
Mr. Harkness obeyed. By this time
the car was rolling and swaying on
Its way.
Behind Mr. Deacon and Mr. Hark
ness sat Mr. Joseph Beeson. It had
been Mr. Joseph Beeson’s intention to
alight, but he changed his mind.
Eventually, when Mr. Deacon and
Mr. Harkness left the car, he fol
lowed their example.
Unlike the other two men, Mr.
Beeson was neither silk-hatted nor
well-groomed. He wore a large tweed
cap that tended uf hide the features
of his massive, unshaven face. An
unobservant eye might have taken
him for a professional pugilist who
had fallen on evil times. He was, as a
matter of fact, a burglar.
His professional instincts were
aroused by the sight of the diamond
necklace and by what he had heard
regarding its value. When Mr. Dea
con parted from Mr. Harkness he fol
lowed the latter.
At No. 12 Acacia avenue Mr. Hark-''
ness stopped, opened the gate, march
ed up the drive, let himself into his
desirable residence, and disappeared.
Mr. Beeson made a careful mental
note of the number of the house, and
then strolled on
In the hall of No. 1$ Acacia ave
nue Mr. Harkness found his wife
awaiting him. In spite of the fact
or, perhaps because of it—that they
had been married twelve years, these
two were more in love with each
other than ever. In his wife’s com
pany Mr. Harkness ceased to be a
bank manager, and became quite hu
man.
“Where’s Billy?’.* he cried, after
kissing her.
"In bed and asleep. You mustn’t
go to him!” was the command. He’s
so excited about his birthday to-mor
row. Do you know, I believe he's seen
that bicycle you’ve bought him.”
“Shouldn't be at all surprised,” said
Mr. Harkness. “If there’s one thing
it seem- impossible to hide it's a
bicycle. However, well pull his leg
with that squeaking rabbit. He fan
cies he is far too big now for squeak
ing rabbits."
“So he is, Jack. He's ten. And a
Boy Scout.”
“That means he’s about 20, really,’*
laughed Billy’s father proudly, as they
entered the dining room.
Mr. Harkness spent a q,ulet eve
ning with his wife, and then, together,
they set out Billy's birthday gifts.
The bicycle vras carefully carried un
stairs and placed ohtsid© Billy’s bed
room door. On the foot of his bed
were just an orange and a squeaking
rabbit. That was by way of being Mr.
Harkness' little Joke.
“You don’t think he’ll be disap
pointed when he finds only these?”
asked Mrs. Harkness, a trifle anxious
ly.
"Of course not. Billy's got a sense
of humor.” was the reply. “He'll be
In our room as soon as he wakes,
wanting to know what we mean by
it. Now- you run off to bed, old lady,
and I’ll come up presently.’*
She kissed him and obeyed.
As Mr. Harkness sat alone over
his last pipe thinking pleasant
Momentous Future
In Woman’s Mind
The e X p e c tant
mother revolves In
her mtnd all we un
derstand by desti
ny. And it is of the
utmost Importance
that her physical
comfort be our first
thought. There is a
most splendid rem
edy for this pur
pose. known as
“Mother s Friend.”
It is applied over
the muscles of the
stomach, gently rubbed In. and at once
penetrates to relieve all strain on
nerves, cords, ligaments and all parts
Involved It makes the muscles so pliant
! at they expand naturally. And at the
ime time they are Invigorated by the
. bsence of harassing pains so apt to
istress the mind. Whatever will add
to the comfort of the expectiuit moth
er Is a great and helpful influence, since
a calm and peaceful period must have a
wonderfully beneficial impress upon the
coning child. Get a bottle of Moth
er's Friend” of any druggist and you
will realize why so man\ women declare
it to be the m^>st helpful remedy they
know of. Write to-day to Bradfleld
Regulator Company, 702 I-aunar Build
ing, Atlanta. Ga . for a splendid book of
frr*at interest and value to every expec
tant mother.
Among the letters of Interest in this
book one says, In part. “Seven years ago
1 suffered from Wednesday to Saturday
and had to have Instruments. This time
1 »a* sick only three hours I want to
tel! all that 1 can not praise 'Mother's
Friend’ high enough for the good it did
rne, as I Lad an easy time and the baby
was pe-ft»ct. I will always speak a
good word for it“
thoughts, he drew from his pocket
the leather case, and furtively looked
at the necklace. Jt was a verv hand
some necklace -one of the handsom
est he had ever seen. Not every wom
an could show it off to advantage,
but his wife could, bless her!
Then, knocking out his pipe, he
went round the house, seeing that
windows and doors yere secured, and
at last climbed the stairs.
And Mr. Joseph Beeson, under the
parlor sofa, congratulated himself on
having got into the house before the
looking-up process began.
•TO Just open these ’ere French
windows, so’s I can get out,” ho said
to himself, “and then I’ll make a
start.”
Billy Harkness rolled over on h»s
side and grunted. He was engaged in
an Involved and somewhat bewilder
ing encounter against forces of Bed
Indians. He had a pistol in each hand
and was Inflicting fearful losa on the
enemy.
He grunted again, and in his en
deavor to free his feet from the stir
rups kicked the bed clothes off him.
This action caused the Red Indians to
fade from his mental vision. He
awoke. The next instant he remem
bered that it was his birthday, and
that more likely than not his pres
ents were already lying on the foot
of his bed.
He was about to make Investiga
tions when a sharp but muffled
squeak met his ears.
A voice slid, “Silence!”
Very quietly Billy sat up In bed and
reached for the electric light switch.
The light sprang up.
Fumbling at the foot of Billy’s bed
was Mr. Joseph Beeson. For the mo
ment Mr. Beeson was very much
alarmed. The sight of a very small
boy sitting up in bed blinking at him
was reassuring.
“You keep quiet!” muttered Mr.
Beeson threateningly, still holding in
his hand the fluffy rabbit which had
betrayed him.
“What are you?” demanded Billy.
"Look ’ere, my lad,” whispered Mr.
Beeson hoarsely, "I’m a burglar, that's
w’hat I am. So you keep your mouth
shut, or I’ll shut it for you!"
He raised a threatening flst.
Billy’s eyes opened wide.
“A real burglar?" he asked in an
awed whisper.
"Yus; a real burglar."
"Where's your mask? Haven't you
got one?”
“Shut up. T tell yer!"
“I don’t believe you’re a Teal bur
glar.” persisted Billy. “Real burglars
have masks. I know, because ”
“Shut it!”
Mr. Beeson, avoiding further argu
ment. crept to the door.
"Did you come here to burgle that
rabbit?” asked Billy. "My father
will be angry if you do. I heard him
telling mother about It. That rabbit
is a Joke of father’s.”
Mr. Beeson hurriedly laid the rab
bit on the bed. It emitted another
pathetic squeak.
"I’m too ojd for rabbita,” said Billy
“Aren’t you?”
Mr. Beeson did not reply. The ob
ject on which he was concentrating
all his attention was his escape. He
cursed the ill-luck that had led him
to the wrong room. He had had to
screw up his courage to the sticking
point to tackle so dangerous a job,
and now it had failed, and all because
a small boy refused to be frightened
into keeping quiet.
In fact, the small boy looked quite
capable of alarming the house. If he
made the attempt, Mr. Beeson had a
quick way of silencing him. But Mr.
Beeson did not want to take extreme
measures unless they were absolutely
neccessary.
He hesitated at the door, and then
crept back to the bedside.
"If you cry out or make any noise
for ten minutes. I’ll come back and
kill you dead!” he hissed.
“How?” Billy wanted to know.
"I don't want any more of your back
talk.” whispered Mr. Beeson, more
savagely. “I’m going now'. Don't
forget wot I tells yer.”
He crept from the room. Billy hes
itated for a second only, then, verv
tiuletly, stole from the bed His heart
was beating very fast. He was tre
mendously afraid. It took him all his
time to remember that he was a Boy
Scout, and that he had a job on hand
that would make him the envy of the
whole company.
A sudden crash and a muttered ex
ecration caused his heart to leap into
his mouth. The next moment he had
rushed on to the landing.
“That's my bicycle!” he cried ap
pealingly. "Don’t burgle my bicycle!”
Mr. Beeson extricated himself with
all speed from the bicycle into which
he had collided, and rushed boldly
down the stairs.
He had reached the second flight,
when a sudden blow on the small of
his back aent him plunging forward.
A hoarse gasp escaped him, and that
was all. He lay, winded and strug
gling for breath, at the foot of the
sta'rs.
Lights appeared all around him. A
man’s voice shouted
/'What on earth's the matter?”
Mr. Harkness stood on the landing,
pajama-olad, gazing in consterna
tion at Billy, who, br*Hdl0hil
scout's staif, and beide himself with
excitement, flew toward him.
"It’s a burglar, fathei!” he cried
shrilly. “He had your joke rabbit,
and he W'na going to take my bicycle!
See if he’s a real burglar!" «
Mr. Harkness made investigations.
As the wind returned to Mr. Beeson,
a gurgling sound broke from his
throat.
“It s all right, mister. I won’t make
no fuss,” he panted. “That boy o’
your’n. hit me in the back——“
”1 couldn’t help it, fatr.er.’’ protest
ed Billy; “it was the only place I
could hit him.”
Mr. Harkness assisted Mr. Beeson
to his feet and he led him to the
kitchen, in which he looked him up.
Then ho rang up the police.
Billy refused to return to bed until
he had seen the departure of Mr. Bee
son.
To allay his *X''it*ment he was
taken to his parents' room They
bent over him as he lay very quiet.
Then he opened his eyes
“Father!” he said drowsily.
“Yes. my boy."
"Are you sure he was a real bur
glar?"
“Quite sure, sonny.”
Billy sighed deeply and snuggled
among the bedclothes. There was a
silence, broken only by hia regular
breathing. His father and mother
were wat ching him proudly. His lips
moved, w
"He was a real one,” he murmured.
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— When There s a Rival in the Field.
Do You Know That—
“Ignorance Is Bliss” s* By NHi r - BRINKLKY
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Why We Quarrelled
No. 2—The Man Whose Wife Can’t
Keep a Secret Tells His Story
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE
WATER.
(Copyright, 1915, by Star Compan’y.)
M Y wife can not keep a secret. I
sometimes wonder If she is ut
terly incapable of doing so. I
know Ruth would not talk to mere ac
quaintances about my private affairs.
With people whom she does not love
she is the soul of discretion.
"I will be discreet,” she will assure
me w hen I caution her.
“Secrets make their grave with
me,” she Informed me once.
“You assist at their resurrection,
then!” I retorted, bitterly.
This was when she had taken her
lister into confidence with regard to a
scheme I had on foot for leaving the
house by which 1 was employed and
accepting a situation offered me by
another firm in the same line of busi
ness. The position would be ready for
me in three months. It would mean a
larger salary. Naturally, until the
.natter was settled and I had told my
present employer of my plans, I want
ed notiiing said about them.
Yet, as Ruth's interests and mine
are one, I did feel that I ought to tell
her of the prospective rise in our for
tunes. At this time she was worried
because we were finding it hard to
pay doctors’ bills which we had incur
red when our baby was bom. To do
this, yet meet all current expenses,
was somewhat of a problem.
“And as Baby gets older our ex
penses will increase,” Ruth said, anx
iously, one evening. “Is there no sign
of your getting a raise in salary?"
"No," I told her, "there is not."
Then, as I saw her face fall and the
distressed look come into her blue
eyes, my conscience smote me because
of my reticence. Was she not my
wife, and had she not a right to know'
of my prospects?
So, after warning her that what 1
was about to tell her must be a pro
found secret, I poured forth to her my
hopes. She was delighted.
"Oh," she sighed, in happiness, "I
am so glad! In three months, you
say, you will take the new position?”
“Yes, if all goes well,** I replied.
“But, of course, nobody knows of this
excepf ourselves and the head of the
firm to which I am going."
“Of course!" she echoed. "It would
not do to tell outsiders, would it?"
“No," I said, "for if it got to my
present employer he might feel that
he did not care to retain longer a man
who was going to leave so soon. I will
notify him a month before I take my
new' place.”
The Outcome.
Is it strange that I was stunned
when, a fortnight later, I was inform
ed by the head of the concern for
which I was working that my serv
ices would not be required after a
certain date—six weeks before I was
to go to my new position?
"I understand," explained my em
ployer, “that you have accepted over
tures from another concern. So, as I
know an able man who wants your
place and would stay her© for some
years, I may as well break him in
soon.”
How could he have learned of my
plans? Ruth had said nothing about
them, I assured myself. Yet when I
reached home that night I asked her
about the matter. She was very in
dignant.
. "You might know I would not tell
our secret to any outsider!" she said.
"Did you tell it to anybody?" I in
sisted.
She flushed and stammered, "Why,
no—that is, to nobody who would
count; only to Mary.”
Mary is her sister.
It was my turn to flush now, but
with anger. "And Mary,” I accused,
“is engaged to John Thorpe, who is
an intimate friend of the treasurer
of our concern. Good heavens, Ruth,
can you ever keep a secret?"
Then it was that she declared that
secrets made their grave with her,
and I taunted her with the fact that
she resurrected them.
“But,” she argued, her voice qua
vering, "you told me not to talk to
any outsider about this affair. And
How to Misunderstand Women
Another - Fictionless
Table for the Fair.
♦ ♦
The word ’’canon'' is Greek for “rule.”
and is itself derived from “canna.” a
reed, which was selected by carpenters
on account of its straixhtr.ess. Hence
from a measuring rule, Tt became a fig
urative rule for measuring and regu
lating church doctrines.
* • •
The average weight of a healthy baby
at birth Is about 7 pounds, and the
weekly increase for the first two months
Is 7 ounces
• * *
St. Jerome mentions a widow who had
had twenty-tw" huabands. the last one
having already had twenty wives.
* * *
The Indian girls of A-izona show their
unmarried state by dressing their hair
in the form of a squash-blossom, which
Is changed after marriage.
• * *
When Heligoland was ceded to Ger
many In 1890 the sea had made such in
roads on the soft cliffs that Us complete
disappearance at no very distant date
was predicted.
• • *
Shepherds say that the wool of the
sheep furnishes an excellent indication
of weather changes When it i* crisp
there will be no rain; when it i* limp
and feels vary soft to the touch a
storm is imminent. A
• * *
The cowbells used in Switzerland
have a peculiar sound, rather mournful
in its droning prolongation. It has been
discovered that timers fear It. and run
when they hear it. Therefore. Swiss
cowbells have been introduced into the
Himalayas as & protection for cattle.
• * •
Baked elephant foot is a dainty dish,
though the flesh of the great quadru
ped does not find much favor with Euro
peans. Some who have tasted it de
clare it resembles nothing so much as
a compote of soft leather and glue,
while others aver that, propfrly cooked,
it is tender and succulbnt.
• • *
A Japanese mounts his horse on the
right side.
By ANNE LISLE.
T HERE was once a man who called
himself a student of life. And
the most interesting topic he
could find was the investigation and
classification of women.
This man knew women of all sorts—
old, young; good, bad; beautiful, ugly;
clever and stupid. He was so busy
knowing the sex that he had very little
time to know either love or himself.
But he meant to make his investigations
count in terms of a series of great nov
els in which the misunderstood feminine
sex should for once be clearly explained,
championed and classified.
And then the man met a girl who
was supremely good and serenely un
attainable. He decided that she repre
sented the ultimate good in woman, the
angelic for which all mankind vainly
gropes. He made up his mind that some
day. if he could win her, this woman
must be his wife. In the meantime, he
had work to do—he must learn to know
the sex of which this woman was so
shining an example.
And now across his path there came
a flower of evil, a more exotic creature
than he had ever known—a greater and
a worse than Carmen. And the man
made up his mind that when he had
studied her mental processes and had
catalogued them, he would turn to the
winning of his angel.
The Lure.
But the wicked Carmen person was
very, very beautiful, and the man did
not And investigating her at all unpleas
ant. He lingered and did the job thor
oughly and with gusto. Of course, what
concerned him was her mental proc
esses. but in studying them he found it
not at all unpleasant to investigate too
the sweetness of her lips. His soul was
quite untouched by the affair, but his
eyes were gladdened and his mind, he
felt sure, was enriched.
In due time he returned to his angel
w r ith the idea of courting her and mak
ing her his wife. But the angel slam
med the door of her heart In his face
after giving him quite clearly to un
derstand that she woudn't have the re
jected suitor, the cast-off. would-be lov
er of the Carmen person.
“But I wasn’t in love with Carmen at
all," he exclained. “I found her a re*
markably interesting type to investigate.
We’ll use her in the great book about
women we are going to w'rite together.
That will be a wonderful *book. With
you to help me I shall do marvelous
things for your sex.’’
The Retreat.
The angel tneered, “My dear man, I
know something about the w'orld. No
man could take a purely intellectual
Interest In such a lovely creature as
Carmen. Don’t tell me. I wouldn’t be
soiled by having a man In my life who
had once loved her. Your admiration
lowers me in my own eyes.'*
And she drew her Immaculate angel
draperies away from contact with such
as he.
The man gazed at her In mounting
horror. Her unjust accusation stagger
ed him. Ha had never supposed that
his angel could think so basely or Judge
so cruelly. He hesitated between sui
cide and marrying Cafmen. But he
compromised by—using the angel as the
our c
loth
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friends.
H
ere s to your
friends!
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my own sister is not an outsider,
please remember.”
“She is to me!" I returned, grimly,
“If she had not had a drop of your
blood in her veins, she could hardly
have done us a meaner turn."
The Ultimatum.
"She did not mean to!" she ex
claimed. “You know Mary loves mo
and would do anything for me. I
think it’s pretty hard if I can't talk to 4
the only sister I have in the s worid,
about what interests me so closely.”
“My secret is my searetj” I as-*
serted. "And this being the case $:>ii
have no right to give it to another
person.”
I was cruel, she said. Did I mean
to imply that I would not trust
with another such confidence?
I meant just that, and I informed
her of this fact.
I also reminded her of the time
when she had told her mother that
the physicians had found that my fa
ther’s illness was of an insidious kind
that was sapping his life away, and
had ordered that he must not sus
pect the nature of his disease. Ruth
had considered it entirely proper to
tell this to her mother.
I also spoke of the time when she
had mentioned to her father that my
brother Jim was engaged, although
Jim had asked Ruth and me to help
keep it a secret for a while. Of
course, Ruth’s father said nothing of
the matter, being a man. I added now
that I wished his daughter were ca
pable of similar discretion, and re
minded her that we had quarreled
over all these matters in turn upon
many occasions, and all to no pur
pose.
"And now we are at it again!” I
burst forth. “And all because you
think that a secret .is a thing that one
may share with a person one loves,
just as one w’ould share a box of
candy. A secret is not violated unless
one tells it to outsiders—eh? That's
it—isn’t it?”
But she only repeated that she
could keep a secret as well as any
body in the world could, and that I
was horribly unjust.
Perhaps I am—but I can not see it.
lady villalness in one of his books.
MORAL: Even for her who evil think-
eth, it is sometimes impossible to do
anything but good.