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a 4- Vhe Worst Poverty Is That of a Man Who Is Perfectly Satisfied With Plenty ^ ism 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. Copyright, 191ft, Intematlooftl »w. cS £3? A ~ «; •0' , \ % J fT* • v. . •’**;/* y'' t •> ' V •• - * 4 • V/ - T # '"'•..••-Uo,, ; ,v .vtvs :>• -f ■1.15 /*>; In-. • srW ■*. ''■**. •' >. • rf ''rJ- . r * -i , Ifl - • . . • • y l S/\- . • ’kJ V " > - * * * f • . 9. ^ t . ' a — When There s a Rival in the Field. Do You Know That— “Ignorance Is Bliss” s* By NHi r - BRINKLKY i 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 es ar# your friends. H ere s to your friends! Dry Clean at the Capital City Laundry. AGNES SCOTT COLLEGE FOR WOMEN DECATUR (6 Mile* From Atlanta) GEORGIA Letters Philosophy Science Home Economics No Preparatory Dormitory Capacity Department Limited to 300 For Catalog and Bulletin of View*, Address the President r. u. Gaines, d. d.. li. d. Washington Seminary ITS BOARDING DEPARTMENT In the formative period of the life of girls tvho are away from home at school, proper home influences must be exerted in the school. To meet this need, Washington Seminary, Atlanta, maintains a strictly limited boarding department for girls from thirteen to twenty years of age. It provides for them an elegant home, as beautiful in all its appointments as the most expensive private resi dences. The rooms are large, nicely furnished and almost all have private baths connecting. Students and teachers live together as a family, under a family method of government, and the faculty is thus able to exercise a careful oversight of all the girls’ in terests—health, amusements, studies, and moral training. Illustrated catalogue and full information may be had on application to L. D. & E. B. Scott, Principals, 1374 Peachtree Road, or Phone Ivy 5672-1. Fall Term Begins September 16th 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.