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By JANE McLEAN. |
ER real name was Maggie Mur- |
H phy, but she had changed it to|
Bella Nertl She had the good |
sense not to adopt too queer a nom de |
plume, but the requisites of the stage |
seemed to demand something more !
euphonious than her own name }
Bella North was not ashamed of the |
name of Murphy She rad been hap |
piest when she had lived at home and |
she vaguely remembered a Kind- |
hearted mother and a father who
used to come home tired out at night
and sit down to a hasty meal in his /|
shirt slecves There had been other !
children, too, and Bella had had tol
work hard, for in those days there |
hadn’t been much money. '
Finally she had saved up enough to |
come to New York. Like many an- i
other girl, she had wanted to see !?H,‘!
sights, and her father's small farm |
had appealed to her cnly as a =r«w~rf
from bad weather, Not much of a|
shelter at that, for she had slept with |
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two of the younger children. The lux- |
ury of a single bed had been mmxumnl
in the Murphy family {
Maggie was Irish, and quick at]
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repartee, Her brain worked overtime |
beneath the Titian hair that mnh-di
tightly over her head. Her small sav- |
ings had vanished all too quickly and |
jobs in New York were not plentiful. |
Besidos Maggle had not been trained |
for any of the positions open to g}rl«:
in New York And so she mml,);
landed on the stage. |
Her Irish wit, combined with her
piquant face.and her crown of curly
red hair had quickly obtained her a
poeition in one of the season's musi
cal comedy successes. Her work was
not hard, after the first deadly weeks
of rehearsal, when Magrie had lived
in the theater with an occasional visit
to the corner bakery for milk and
rolls, or a cup of strong coffee
But after the show was put on, her
time outside of the theater was her
own. From the time when she had
danced before the manager for the
first time, she had determined to
make herse!f worthy some day of a!
place outside the chorus
Maggie never hrbuthzd her secret to
® soul, but she treasdred it closely
and watched and walted. 1f she hud‘
only known the long hard rogd that
must be traveled hefore one can ob- |
tain a speaking part in a New York
production she would not have been |
80 sure that she would some time |
have her wish. But she was secure in |
her faith and happy in her umumnre“
and she simply walted. l
It may have been due to persever- |
ance and a sunny disposition, or it |
may have been just an evidence of |
the fatalist’'s bellies that if you want a|
thing hard enough, vou can nnra:\.
have it. Anyway, Bella had Ther|
chance. Her quickness to see and |
understand things had attracted the
Attention of the manager more than
once. He was a veteran in the busi
ness and knew that Bella was, as he
put it, “a good NHttle kid.”
It wasn't a great chance that came
to Bella unexpectedly, but it was a
chance to walk out on the stage and |
sAY three sentences and to sing a song |
that was what is popularly known nsl
a hit. Bella accepted the part calm- |
!¥: hadn't she always had faith? And
she did 1t well, very well, so well in
deed, that she was noticed in that
tangle of beauty and charm and music |
and lights. |
And Bella was happy. One step
ping stone always led to another. She
was young and strong and could wait,
Some day she could return to the Jit
tle farm in the country and tell the
other Murphys she had made good ‘
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ONG ago—oh, a few weeks or so—we of the sone
L where the snow files were wading waist deep In the
glisteny feathery stuff, whipping around corners in
& gale, with our nose pink and our finger tips numb, And
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OPULARLY, the cnmmumne"adle]
P is supposed always to point to
the North Pole. But the Ter-‘
restrial Pole and the Magnetic Pula‘
are, of course, by no means one and
the same.
~ The attraction of the earth differs
in degree in most parts of the earth,
%0 that the Magnetic North is rarely
the True North. This difference the
mariner calls Compass Vartation.
~ But the erratic little needla doesn't
Always remain faithful to its allegi
ance, aven to the Magnetic North, A
ship's captain has constantly to be on
the alert, lest the fickls propensities
of his guide lure him to alsaster.
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}!nnuanm on board--such as the ma
terial of which the ship is bullt, the
funnels, cables, or even the cargo.
"l'hn angle to which It is thus lured
from the Compass North is cglied De
viation.
~ Then the little flirt is liable to suc
icmb to what is called Local Attrac.
tion. This i» exerted by forces not on
'board the ship, but near her. Another
vessel, an iron bullding. a crane, or
some local voleanic influence, may
temit the needle far indeed from the
path of rectitude,
Agaln, the needle responds immed|.
ately to the slightest list of the ship,
The more acute the angle at which
the vessel leans, the less is the com
pass to be depended ou for an honest
indication of her course. This the
captain calls Heeling Error,
Finally, if the littie needle is on its
best behavior, proving, for once in a
way, adamant to all wiles, sven then
the navigtaor dare not trust it ime
plieitly. Often a ship's frothing wake
will show that she Is falling off con
siderably from her compass course,
She s making what seamen call Lee.
way, and the captain, comparing the
angle of the wake astern with the
course he is steering, must correct the
latter accordingly.
Thus it will be seen that though
the sallor trusts his little friend to
guide him over the trackless deep. he
trusts it with considerable reserva
tion. The course he actually steers
he calls the Mm Course. Cor.
Mmg'mu for ation and Lee
way, arrives at Muagnetic Course,
Another correction for Variation
and thea-—and not until then-the
mariner finds his True Course.
The Heart of Wetona
Novelized from the Frohman-Be
lasco production of George Scarbor
ough’s play, now running at the Ly
ceurn Theater, New York. Copyright,
1916, International News Service.
By ANNE LISLE.
“TH‘E whole journey's going to
be just like that night for us,
We'll waltz our way and hand
in hand we'll do a minuet through
cternity! Ah, little Princess, I'm play
ing true—l mean it—l love you-I
wani you-—" |
And Wetona gave him her lips.
Then a moment later the eternal
Eve within her stirred. Man takes a
moment of love for what the moment
is worth, but woman always wants to
make a moment last forever. “When
you take Wetona with you? asked
the girl, with woman's natural in
stinct to assure the future,
Full of Protests. :
And Tony drew away, a little dis
concerted, but insisted suavely that
that was exactly what he had come
to talk over. Then Wetona kissed him
quickly, flercely, almost as if she
were persuading herself, and then es
caped from his arms suddenly and
demanded that he =it across the room
and tell her his plan.
~ Tony was ready with all sorts of
protests. Hardin would come In be
fore he got Mfw:{' thn‘xh. and it
was quite impossi to e him or
anyone else into thelr confidence yet;
and, besides, it wouldn't be safe to
take any definite step while still the
Comanches were 8o angry at a white
man for having won her.
All that protected Hardin was his
w::il’lon and power. And Tony a‘n
is up his specious nmt quite
as speciously as he begun it
“I've got a better plan—we can talk
oveTmu over at our lefsure and not
be disturbed if you'll just listen to
me "
“What s 1™ demanded Wetona,
suddenly
There was a moment's pauss, and
then Tony glanced around the reom
almost irrelevantly. “1 like this old
house & lot, don't you® Everything
except that room-—it's Hardin's m
't ®™ And Mr. Wells ind
the center door.
“No: that guest room”™ returned
Wetona, innocently. “Since I've been
in hounbonmnnd.udn’h
room way a at end of gallery ”
~ Tony cromed over toward the other
door, which r‘i off the extreme
ieft corner the room. “Punny
cholee of loomtion—l think I'd have
my 4den in here” s
“Oh, doan’ go in there!” cried We
tona Aefensively, as Tony started to
open the door. Tony closed It again
we wore comforts of fur and worried about the apple
blossoms in our too precocious Spring bonnet. No wad
ing now of any kind-+*we walk abroad and twiddle our
thumbs and are bewildered—but we dream of wading to
come—heary green seawater—with the foam like the
and smiled. Tt was exactly as he ha.d“
expacted—though he had not dared
hope all he suspected. His voice had u‘
little tone' of warm and pleased ln»i
sinuation which Wetona did not quite
fully understand. “Oh, it's yours; 1
beg your pardon . I wasn't sure, * * *
You don't keep this door locked‘
nights 7
“No,” returned the girl, simply. ‘
“Don’t lock it tonight.” |
“Why not?" |
Wetona Thinks Again. |
“Hardin's excess of Kentucky hos
pitality has caused him to invite me
up to spend the night--did you ever
see such luck? 1 accepted the invi
tation”
Wetona thought aloud. “But Mis
ter John go to Chickasha on the 10
o'clock train tonight.”
“1 hope he does. If he don't go—
why, we'll have to be a little careful
and wait till he and Naumd have
quieted down-—it's safe and simple.”
“Tony!"” gasped the girl
Tony Wells did not realize what
a far road he had traveled and
what strange fl:" he had come to
worship, Perhaps even his own
sensuous, emotional, selfish nature
might have balked at what he was
planning to do if his feelings had
not been tinged with a careless
scorn for the man who made hood
winking him so easy.
It is always a dangerous (hm’ to
let & man of primitive emotions
«:&b‘ you. John Hardin knew that
w indeed, when it came to deal
lag"vlth the Indians, but it looked
“ as if he had miscalculated when
he permitted Tony Wells to think
him a doting husband who was al
most clamoring to be deceived. Not
even Wetona's little exclamation of
horror could stop 'l'ou{“ now. He
had given his emotions full sway,
There was a riot of love to set hir
Pimaete ‘:"m' “‘H"‘:,:“ -y
anvthing. He not deny
himself what he wanted now. ‘?;.
ROYAL
BAKIN‘E!"?“WDER
sleet to beac wne blood into our cheeks—no sleeves, ne
fur, no Spring bonnet to worry about, but a free body and
& warm skin in the sun. We are just at the uncomfort
able, awkward space that lies between sports.
’ --NELL BRINKLEY.
Touny Plans to
Betray Two
voice took on a note of mastery: “It's
a wonderful night for music and
dancing and love-—-that's why you
mustn't lock your door. After Har
din's gone to Chickasha at 10 o'clock,
and Nauma goes to sleep, it's barely
possible that I might come back that
way.” He indicated the door which
opened on the garden. “That's why
you mustn't lock the door.”
But Wetona was going through a
strange reaction. She had a mo
ment of revelation, a moment In
which a sudden flare of nonor called
all her spirit of falr play into re
volt. She was utterly heartsick “Oh
~Tony—l so sorry—and ashame.,” -
“Sorry I love you?” cried the man
that Wetona coulM question him.
She had accepted his viewpoint so
Amplicitly that he never for a mo
ment doubted she would continue to
accept it. .
A Bit of Illumination.
“It almos’ make me doubt if you
do,” cried the girl.
Wells' tone was lordly. “You don't
think I'd risk my life and reputation
to come here and see you If | didn't
love you?" he asked in a flare of
Aanger,
“Please ‘go now--I sorry you come
at all” etona was weary, It al
ways hurts a woman like that when
she loves a weak man and comes in
one flash of illumination to ses him ar
he is. But Wetona did not know
what 1t was that had come to her;
she was groping vaguely in the dark.
Love may falter at sight of the truth,
but love as complete as hers can not
be destroyed all in one moment.
. Tony would not give her up so
easily. If he had blundered he meant
to retrieve ity “Ah, now, little girl,
listen to Tony—l'd much rather my
self that we could just t:‘? another
one of those wonderfu) es in the
moonlight instead-—on little Nano and
that bay.” |
~ Wetona started suddenly. In a mo.
‘ment of repulsion she hated the mem
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By NELL BRINKLEY:
Copyright. 1916, laternational News Service.
ory of those moonlight rides she had
taken su long ago—when she was
young-—and happy.
But Tony thought it eaution which
made her start away from him, and
he hlm‘igred along. “But I know
we'll be geen. I've got s 0 many things
to talk to you about. I'm doing the
best I can to arrange it. But it may
be several months yet before we can
get ready to y
“Months 7 m the girl.
“l can't see you safely any other
way, darling—it's only because [
love you"——— .
“No, no. 1 only wan’ you to come
to see me honorable. Please go
way till you can.”
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
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A Serial Every One Should Read
The Struggles of i
$ & Wie §
Sl+ Sosand vy G o ge Gt
By Virginia Terhune Van De
’ Water. ‘
CHAPTER XXV.
(Copyright, 1915, Star Company.)
YRA WEBB had never been
M jealous of her husband. Nor
" had he ever given her cause
to be jealous.
So today she felt no indignation at
his having lunched with some yvoung
woman. sShe simply wondered who
the person was and how it happened
that Horace had taken her to Du
quesne’s.
But she was disturbed lest he might
question her as to her presence down
town when he had supposed her to be
safe at home—for he might express
disapproval of her course of action.
Yet she did not want to deceive him
about this affair, which was, after all,
her own, and perfectly proper,
Moreover, he had undoubtedly seen
that the person seated opposite her at
the little table by the window was a
man.
‘ Well, it made no difference whether
Horace had seen her companion or
not—she must tell him the truth.
Would he be displeased at what she
had done?
He had no right to be displeased,
she told herself deflantly. Had he not
done the same kind of thing himself?
And she, his wife, did not resent this
fact. Very well, then—what was
right for him was right for her.
At all events, she declded, she
would not introduce the subject. If
any questions were to be asked, he
must ask them.
- It happened that on this evening
Grace was to dine at the home of one
of ner friends.
She had invited tc her house only
such young people as could not enter
tain so elaborately as to make her
feel out of place in their midst. And
&he was learning the great truth that
wealth and refinement are not always
Synonymous.
E Scolded by Grace. I
~ Some of the girls who had been
‘mere acquaintances of hers at college
were now becoming her friends. They
'were not poor girls—in fact, were in
better circumstances than was she—
ibul they were not of the rich set
| whom she shunned nowadays. And it
was one of these girls to whose home
Grace was going this evening.
She had returned from school! and
was correcting exercises when her
mother reached home.
“Where under the sun have you
been, mother?” she called, as Myra
entered the door of the apartment
“Downtown,” the mother sald
briefly, going on into her own room.
If Grace was busy she would not
have time to ask inconvenient ques
tions, Myra reflected. Of this ghe
was glad,
But she was destined to disap
pointment, for in a moment her
d:uxhter appeared on the threshold
of\the bedroom.
“Really, mother, you cught to know
better than to go out on such a day!”
she exclalmed. “If you are not more
careful we will have you sick on
our hands. It's storming fearfully
Why did you go out?
“I had business to attend ¢e,” My
repdied.
“Businesg that could not possibly
wait?”’ the girl demanded. Then, a%
the mother did not answer immedi«
ately, she added: “It is poor busi«
ness, or economy, or whatever yop
call it, to go downtown to ses abouk
selling some story or article whm‘
you make yeourself so ill that youw
doctor's bills will come to more thag
the price of the manuscript—even
supposing you find a market for 14
“Oh, Grace!” the mother exclatmed,
a note of exasperation creeping inte®
her voice, “please, my dear, don’t ba
80 positive!™
“Excuse me,” the girl said stifty,
“I only spoke because I do not wand
you to be ill. I realize that it is ne
affair of mine, and that you have
every right to be as imprudent as
you wish, even though, if you ase
ill, ¥ will have to take care of you!”
She Plans to Aid.
She turned and left the room abw
ruvtly, and the older woman stood
still, battling with the indignation
that made her long to give vent o
the torrent of impatient words thas
rushed to her lips.
But instead she took off her coad
and hat, changed her shoes for &
pair of slippers, and then, with her
temper in good control, crossed the
hall and knocked at her daughter's
door,
“Come tnt”
The tone was not inviting, and the
eyes ralsed to meet the mother's were
hostile,
“Dear,” Myra said gently, “I spoke
fretfully and peevishly just now, and
lam sorry! Let us forget it, please,
I was very impatient, I fear™
“Oh, that's all right,” Grace roe
joined. “I only meant to protest
against your imprudence—but, as J
said then, I ought not to have done
So. If I did not care about you, how
ever, I would not worry when you
‘rhk your health.” 4
| “I know, dear,” the mother forcéd
herself to respond affectionately,
l“And it was very good of you to
think of my health. I went @own~
ttown to see about a plece of work
;thu, I hope, will mean some money,
and I do not want to defer making
arrangements about it. You know
one likes to get such matters set.
tled.”
“The arrangements could probably
have walted until the sun shone
again,” Grace observed practically,
“But let us talk about something
else. 1 am wondering what to wear
to the Dakins' to dinner this evening,
Oh, dear! 1 wish I could manage to
Squeeze out enough money from my
salary to get a new dresa”
“l 1 wish you could, dear!” the
mother echoed,
In her heart she was already won.
dering if she might not use a littie
of the money she hoped to get from
her next story toward a new evening
gown for poor Grace.
She tried to be happy In planning
things for her child, and not 1o
reflect on how unecongenial she and
Grace sometimes were,
(To Be Coninued.)
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