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' “"Mother,” cried Grace, “you are the queerest creature.”
By Virginia Terhune Van De
Water.
CHAPTER XXX.
(Copyright, 1016, Star Company.)
YRA WEBB did not cast any
M shadow on Grace's satisfac
tion in her successful dinner
party by telling her that no word had
come from the Imperial Magazine of
fice about the story on which so much
depended.
Yet the mother knew that if it was
not sold she wbuld have to use the
next fortnight’'s housekeeping allow
ance to pay for the expenses of the
dinner party.
SBhe would have to do this, anyway,
but if a check came to her from the
magazine she would have money
enough to replace the housekeeping
allowance and %o pay fer numerous
other things. If it did not come—but
she would not let herself consider this
possibility.
At least, in the daytime:she put it
from her mind. It is possible to ban
ish such reflections when one is up
and about one's work. But at night
there is likely to be a fearful period
of reckoning; then one*can not con
trol one’s thoughts.
50 Myra Webb would wake in the
middle of the night with a sense of
impending trouble. She would re
member sufidenly that she had ac
tually spent money that she did not
have. And for what? For a dinner
party that was really heyond their
means!
She tried to comfort herself by re
flecting on how Grace had epjoyed it:
how Horace had seemed brighter than
usual, for guests always brought out
the best in him. :
If she had been extravagant thr&llh
unselfish motives, need she reproach
herself? Ought she not rather to con
gratulate herself on having given her
husband and child a happy evening?
The Bills Worry Her,
But self .congratulations do not sete
The Gift of Conversation
OU can no more ve a good talker
.! without giving thought to the
matter thap you can be a vio
lin soloist without practice and effort,
Conversation does not come by the
grace of God, even though you have
& splendid mental equipment.
Reobert Louls Stevenson sald that
the “first duty of man is to speak—
that is his chief business in the world
~and talk, which is the harmonious
speech of two or more, is by far the
most accessible of pleasures.”
How many of us miss the inexpen
sive delights of conversation! How
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tle tradesmen’s bills, she would pun-|
der miserably. Bhe had been obliged
to hire & woman to come ih and help
Lizdle serve the dinner £lu.d wash the
dishes.
“If 1 could only know I had sold my
story!” Myra would sigh.
And then one ‘afternoon she was
summoned to the telephone,
“Mr. Martin wants to speak to you,”
sald Perry Martin's stenographer,
“Good morning, Mrs. Webb,” came
the man's cheery answer. “I have
been away and only got back yester
da¥. That's the reason I have not let
you know about your story until
now."”
‘| Myra's knees trembled under her.
Bhe felt ae if she must demand shrilly
lwhtt his verdict was. In another
minute she would know the worst, or
the best.
“Well" she sald, “what do you
think of it?"
“It's all right. Good stuff! 1 like it
'even better than your first.”
“I am glad.” How cool her volce
lmunded; vet she wanted to exclaim
with joy, wanted to clasp her handl.ln
relief,
' Better Pay Still.
l “A check will go to you next week,”
the editor wae saying.
| “For how much?" Could it be she,
luyr- Webb, who was asking this bold
question?
Mr. Martin laughed lightly. “I was
wondering if you appreciated that this
last story is a little longer than the
first, and since it is even better, 1
think we might add $25 to your
check.”
“Very well” Myra acknowledged
the Information with admirably
feigned indifference. |
So well did she act her part that the
editor added, “I am taking it for
granted that this is satisfactory to
you, Mrs. Webh. If pot, please tell me
80 frankly and I will see what we
can do." ' |
“Oh, ne,” Myra replied. “That wall
few of us talk well enough to make
it worth while to say anything! There
are no hard and fast rules which will
enable one to become a good conver
sationalist in a short course of les
sons, but there are a few “sign posts”
to success.
Remember that there are always
two in any conversation, What to
talk about can not be determined
solely by your interest, but has ta
take into consideration the point of
view of the other people. To be a
good conversationalist you must first
free yourself from the evil effects of
seif-centeredness. Focdus your atten-
Myra Worries Over
Her Family Bills
be quite satisfactory, thank you.”
She rang off, and, dropping into a
chalr, buried her face in her hands
and burst into sobs. She was alone,
for it was Lizzie's afternoon out.
“Thank God!" she sobbed. “Oh,
thank Goa!” :
She let herself ery until her ex
cftement had spent itself. She had
sold Mer etory for $176! She could
pay what she owed! She could give
Grace something for a new dress! She
could perhaps buy herself a new
blouse!
She started violently as the door
opened and Grace came in.
Grace Does Not Understand.
| “What's the matter?”’ the girl de
manded, startled at the sight of heér
mother's red and swollen ey@s,
_ “Nothing.” Myra tried to smile,
but failed lamentably. “I have sold a
story,” she added, tremulously, “for
more than I have gotten for any piece
of writing yet!™
“Well!" Grace looked at her a mo.
ment, and then broke into a laugh. “I
do think you are the strangest crea
ture, mother! You have sold a story
,tmd have been crying about it as if
you hated to part with it!"
Myra laughed hysterically. “It isn't
that!” she protested. “I was crying
because I was so glad and so thank
full”
Grace shook her head. “That's an
unusual method of expressing happi
ness and gratitude” she said. “At
least,it's not my way.”
“No, it's not,” Myra agreed. She
was feeling very much ashamed of her
weakness.
“But I'm glad you sold the thing for
a good price!™ Grace added. “I am
glad on father's account, too: for
really, when he enjays company as
much as he does, 1 do think you ought
to entertain more—l mean, to have
his friends here oftener—and yours, of
course--not only mine. lam not self
ish, you know.”
“I know, dear,” Myra agreed. “Of
'couuo you are not selfish!"”
(To Be Continued.)
By Beatrice
Fairfax
tion on the people with whom you arel
talking. |
After that you must learn A little
about human natute. You must ba
able to figure out the type of man
Who will be interested in dlscussions
of art and literature, as well as the
sort of individual to whoni that seems
“highbrow"” and extremely boresome,
Then you must have something to
talk about. The newspapers and the
weeklies will keep you posted as to
the topics of the day. Sane, well
written editorials will direct you to
ward investigation along varied trains
of thought. Follow it up. Suppose
an editorial mentions Debussy or
Maeterlinck, or Leonardo da Vines
and you don't know much about the
individuals referred to. Why not go
to an encyclopedia and find out?
Every new field of interest you open
up to yourself guards you against
unhappiness and boredom, and gives
you the ability to contribute to a con
versation,
Business, the fine arta, social prob
lems, current events—what do you
know about any of these? Dress,
your own particular occupation,
scandal, your special form of amuse
ment—one of these equip you to be an
interesting talker.
Get outside of yourself, widen your
circle of Interests, and study so that
you may have material for conversa
tion. . And then, in order to handie
and turn it to use, read the standard
novels and the good old English dra
mas so that you may be able to ex
press :roumlly in charming, flexidble
Englich -
And then practice talking, not by
trying to dominate a conversation,
but by trying to find some way of
interesting other people so that they
respond and talk well, too,
A Tale of Oklahoma Life
The Heart of
® Wetona @
The Indian Maid Wins Her Battle for Her Salvation.
By ANN LISLE.
¢ OU want? Why-—why?”
6‘- 7
“Because ——" there was
a vibrant note in the man's
voice, but suddenly he checked it, and
went on steadily and firmly. This was
not the time to‘ofrer the suffering
child before him anything but chival
rous protection. That note domlngted
the love tone which wanted to thrill
its way up to his voice.
“Because 1 believe in you—l've al
ways believed in you—and wanted to
be with you when this moment came
to help you to see it right and to face
it bravely. Now, are you going to|
dighppoint me?” asked John Hardin.
“I do whatever you gay.”
“It's all right now, Nauma,” said
Hardin to the moaning creature who
still crouched on the floor, rocking
back and forth in agony.
Nauma lookéd up, hardly daring to
hope. “No--no? No sandhills?”
breathed Nauma, hardly daring to
hope,
“No,” sald the girl softly. And her
eyes fixed themselves on Hardin's
face with a strange wonder that she
could so trust any human being as
she did this man, The old nurse
sobbed in a frenzy of gladness and
crept out of the room.
The Girl Answers.
It was all very pretty and very dra
‘matic, thought Mr. Tony Wells; but
it could have only one ending, and
none of the elaborate agonizing and
romancing on the way could change
the fact that at the end of the road
lay the need of his marrying the little
Indfan girl.
“When are you going to get that
divorece, Hardin,"so Wetona and 1 can
marry?’ demanded Tony.
Wetona turned, to him and spoke
with simple dignity. “Tony, Mister
Hardin get divorce, but we never
marry.”
“Why not?”
The girl studied him for a moment.
All that was in her heart she dared
not even try to exrress, but she knew
that the Tony she had loved had nev
er existed and the man, who had
sneered at her desire to feel that her
love was pure was a Tony she never
could have loved. “Yoh say marry
now because yow afraide but T not
afraid. Wetona mistaken in you. 1
doan’ ever want to see you any more.”
And quietly, almost unemotionally,
Weton2 turned away and went over to
her own room. The dobr closed be
hind her—closed with inexorable gen
tleness. Tony gazed after her in
frank surprise. Then suddenly he
broke into an ironic laugh
“Well, for the love of heaven—what
do you think of her trying to tell me
which way .the gate closes? Let her
sleep it off. Tomorrow she'll change
her little tomtom tune.”
There was quiet esignificance in
Hardin's tone. “You won't hear the
new tune, though.”
“No?" asked Mr. Wells, shrugging
his shoulders lightly. :
“You've seen her for the last time.”
“Who says so?”
" "
There was a moment's pause, and
then Tony made an attempt at a
lightly ironical tone which should
mask the belligerent hatred he felt
surging W in his heart. “Oh-—so it's
your work, is it? Well, come on?
What's the answer? I've been made
a monkey of enough around here to
night, and I'm getting tired of it.
What's your game? What do you
want to do? Why in thunder did you
marry her?”
“To keep her from being forced to
marry you." Hardin was holding him
self dn leash. !
The other man's tone held the lash
of conscious superiority and an frony
that was sneeringly cold. “She loves
me and wants to marry me. * * * By
Jove, Hardin—there's a lot you don't
know about women.”
“Not much I don't know about
your sort of man, though, Of course,
I had your measure even before I had
your name. She only realized tonight,
though. And that's what I've been
waiting for.”
“You think I won't make good, eh ™
Do You Know That
There is a fish of the skate family
which can inflict an electric shock
severe enough to knock a man down.
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The largest iceberg ever met by
a liner was nine miles long and 300
feet above the water,
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In Spain It is compulsory for
every elector to vote both in Parlia
mentary and municipal elections.
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Echoes are ‘noro resonant in the
evening than in the daytime,
‘asked Tony, sarcastically. “You think
I never intended to marry her? Well,
I'll. make you a plain proposition:
Personally, I don't care a whoop
about the Academy-—goling to get out
of it Boon anyway—but I'm not going
to be run out. &
“If you'll make old Quannah agree
to keep his head clcsed, and not both
er me at the Academy for a year, and
you do the same, I will marry her the
day you get the divorce.”
Hardin Goes for Him.,
A year! Hardin studied the “man
for a moment. A year 6f uncertainty
and agony and shame for Wetona,
while Mr. Walls got ready to do what
he called ‘“the right thing by her.”
There was murder in Hardin's heart,
but he managed to reply, almost un
emotionally: “You couldn't have We
tona under any circumstances now!”
There was deadly, insulting sar
caem in Tony's sneer. “If I were in
your place, I wouldn’t bother aboiit
the divorce. She's a loving little
thing. She'll make a fine wife.”
Hardin swung on Tony at that, and
caught him by the throat, Thé mur
der in his heart had leaped Into in
sistent and clamorous being. But that
would have meant only the climax of
tragedy for Waetona.
And the man who loved her con
trolled himself for her sake and spoke
in a qulet, steely voics: “Death hu|
beén hovering over ,this house all
night. That rémark brings it into
the room.” .
There was a stern pausée. The two
men measured each other. Primitive
hatred ‘surged from throbßing hearts
to aching brains, There was the lust
of blood in the minds bf both. They
were primitive men fighting for a
woman. Buddenly Hardin contrelled
himself for one seécond and spoke his
will,
“I'm going to draw your p!qturo
now in plain English, and when it
gets todo hot for you to stand, why,
there’s a .41 Colt in that midgle draw
er—make whatevér use of it you see
fit”
Tony drew open the desk'drawer
and caught the revolver in tense fin
gers. Slowly he started to lift it.
Hardin stood waiting, an ironical
gmile on his lips, his hands hanging
empty at his side.
“All right! If you want a gun
game we'll have it!"™
“Good! At last we have a lady's
man with nerve! Open up! Tl give
you the first shot.”
Slowly Hardin moved his right
hand toward his hip pocket. Wells
lifted the gun slowly and steadily,
and then suddenly his fingers re
laxed and the revolver olattered back
into the drawer,
“No—not with YOUR gun.” Tony's
volce was low and unsteady.
Hardin laughed with bitter irony.
“T found out what I wanted to know.
You haven’'t got the manhood to face
the consequences of your own acts;
the honor to retrieve them, nor the
nerve to back them up! Jou're just
no good.
“Now, what you're going to do is
to go get your grip and your hat and
burn the wind out of this town to
night, and out of Oklahoma tomorrowi
—and you're never going to let We
tona’'s name pass yaur lips again.
Now, go get the things—and clear
out.”
Theré was nothing for Walis but
obedience, and he slung out of the
room with a vague effort at assum
ing a nonchalance he d4id not feel.
A second later Nauma rushed into the
room in breathless haste,
“Mister John! Comanchs all around
house. They wait for soldier—to kill.
Nauma see. Through window she
hear talk. They wait for him-—walit
‘till he come.”
“How many are thersa” asked Har.
din.
“Many. Nauma see. They walit
for him.”
“Well, what do they want?” de
manded Wells' voice from the door
way. In a sudden access of whole
some resppct for John Hardin he had
strapped his bag and prepared for a
very hasty departure.
(To Be Continued Tomerrow.)
The Isle of Man has hoeme rule
and woman suffrage.
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Cannibals sharpen their teeth to a
point.
He Oouldn't.
“Congratulate me, Jimmy: I'm en
gaged to Bally Jenks."
“I'm awfully sorry, Henry, but 1
can't consclentiously do it—l've been
engaged to Sally miselr.”
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long, on the bundary between China and Mongolia. ;
ERHAPS the most jmpressive]
P work of human hands in all the |
world 18 the Great Wall of
Ching. It is a thing to dream about.
It is a kind of dream in itself, for
until one has séen it one has only al
half belief in its reality. It seems
like an invention of the imagination
rather than an actual achievement of
man.
It belongs to Aladdin's world, in
which impossible things were done by
supernatural powers coming to the
aid of favored human beings. The
pyramids of Egypt are only piles of
\ntono a few hundred feet square at
the base, but the great Chinese wall
is a fortification of masonry 1,600
miles long, averaging 22 feet in height
and 20 feet in width, along whose
summit, as on an elevated roadway,
protected by battlements, armies could
march, hurrying this way or that, to
reach the point of danger.
Thousands of square towers, placed
100 yards apart, strengthened the wal
and gave access to it from the ianer
side. It runs in serpentine curves
over hills and motintaing and across
valleys and ravines, bridging streams,
skirting precipices, and keeping on
ridges where possible.
It was a literal war-wall between
two nations, or peoples. It divided
Chlnn.‘ from Mongolia, the land of
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Girl Workers Who Win Out
By JANE McLEAN. 2
ISS SMITH taught school.
M There was nothing remark
able about that fact, nor was
there anything at all extraordinary
about Miss Smith herself. She did
not 100 k upon her work in the light of
& profession, nor of a career carefully
chosen and painstakingly adhered to.
She was just one of a thousand
other school-teachers. She had never
heard of special branches, or, if she
had, it never occurred to her to think
whether or not she was suited to her
work. She simply taught school be
cause her education in the normal
college made it possible.
From the time that she was a small
girl her mother had always said with
a gratified smile that they were mak
ing a teacher out of Maud.
“Her father and I never had the
chance, but we want Maud to have a
real education.” |
Ahd so Maud had conscientlously
worked her way through the high
school and normal, and was now a
regular teacher. She taught arith
metic, geography, history, spelling,
reading and nature study. She had
no knack of making these subjects
of peculiar interest to the children
who met in her room every day.
She simply plodded cheerfully along
preparing her lessons carefully day
by day-—bored, if she had stopped to
think of it at all, and yet she consid
erad hergelf a worker.
However, there weas just one thing
that made Migs Smith different from
some of the other teachers. She loved
children. She liked their shy at
tempts at friendship. she liked it
when they brought their small prob
lems for her to solve, and, strange, to
say, discipline in Miss Smith's room
wWas not so necessary as it was else
where.
It all came about through Johnny
Doorlql. who was the acknowledged
bad boy of the school. Teachers
dreaded him, and when it finally came
time to hand him over to Miss Smith,
Miss Bascom, of the grade below,
gave him up with a sigh of relief at
the knowledge that a year of torment
was happlly over.
Johnny kneW all the dodges that are
usually employed to make teachers
furious. He knew how to aim spit
balls, and how to draw atrocious ple
tures of teacher in heavy chalk on tha
bisckboard. But Miss Smith never
struck his fingers with a ni'er. nor did
she keep him n after -r«sool. She
of Central Asiatic barbarism. Chlnal
protected itself with this astonishing
wall upon the same principle by!
which Babylon and other unclentl
cities constructed their defenses, only
an entire country was walled in in
stead of a single town. |
Photographs of the great wall, made |
by Mr. R. C. Andrews, of the Amer
fcan Museum of Natural Hlntory,}
show in what a rprising state of
preservation the work remains, at
least over large sections of its long
course. In some places, where it wag
made of brick, it is now only a range
of mounds. Passing through a moun.
tainous district, you see it runninx.!
like the coils of a huge serpent, over}
near-by hills, then plunging out of
sizht into a valley, then reappearlng‘
and disappearing, again and aain, with
its towers crowning commmdln(}
heights, until the last distant (limpse‘
shows it winding away over the far-‘
off, dim horizon. |
This great wall was begun three
centuries before the Christian Hra, but
;the parts which remain in fairly good
condition were erected in the four
‘teenth century A. D. In its time it
seems to have been a sgatisfactory
means of defense against the inva
sions of the savage Tartars, and if its
builders had been a people fond of
Icelebratlnz their deeds of arms in
ballads and epic poems, we might find
just laughed at the awful pictures and
pretended not to notice when Johnny
dimed balls across the room. And
when Johnny discovered that he was
not making such a hit, he didn’t find
it as much fun as he had under fidg
ety, fretful Miss Bascom.
Other teachers asked Miss Smith
how she endured life with Johnny
Deering, and Miss Smith always made
some laughing rejoinder. Everyone
marveled, and life continued to go on
for Miss Smith in quite the same way
as usual, cnly she was really inter
‘ested in Johnny Deering. She wanted
to make him llke her.
l One day she encountered Johnny's
eves regarding ner interestedly as sha
explained a point in nature study, and
their absorbed interest made her
lthink of a story that she promptly
told, to fllustrate her point.
' She forgot herself and told the
Hints for the
Household
Many ladies embrolder linen or
lawn shirt blouses or linen center
pleces for thelr friends. Many, too,
though naturally neat, will find their
work solled before It is finished, It
one desires to make up such material,
or give it to a friend without wash
ing, it may be made perfectly clean
by sprinkling thickly with French
chalk and roll!ng:x for a day or two.
The chalk may erward be shaken
out.
- - .
When a wicker chair requires
cleaning, dust it well and wash in
tepid soapsuds. Mix together equal
parts of turpentine and sweet oil and
a few drops of methylated spirits,
When the cheir is quite dry, rub with
a cloth mohun:d with the polish.
. - -
An excellent method of olo.nln,
velvet is to scrape a light dust o
pipe clay all over the velvet, and then
brush nfhtly away with a clean brush,
This will be found almost invariably
to restore the bloom and also to raise
the pile.
. - .
When buying a hair mattress,
choose one fillad with black rather
than white hair, as the latter has gen
erally been bleached, which deprives
it of Springiness and makes it “mat”
more quickly than the black or even
gray hair, '
By Garrett
—
P. Serviss
I!n ancient Chinese literature thrilling
stories of the defense of the great
l_wall. when hordes of wild riders as
laafled it in vain.
But Chinese literature is mostly de
voted to the discussion and illustration
lot' moral virtues, tne celebration of
i‘peucerul trilumphs, and the lyrics of
i unambitious life. The wall was begun'
;two or three centuries after the time
|ot Confucius, but this great national
l'work did not change the current of
literary tradition from the channels
in which he and other moralists had
set it flowing. 5
Sometimes the Emperors of China
erected hunting lodges outside the
wall, and, protected by strong military
escorts, spent weeks beyond the fron
l tier. Readers of De Quincey’s roman
tic history of the flight of the Tor
gote Tartars from the borders of Rus.-
sia back to their old mother Chinal
\w regall the exciting exierience of
the Emperor Klen Long, when he had
ventured several hundred miles be
yond the wall, and by his lucky pres
ence was the means of preserving his
“returning children” from the aveng
ing pursuit of their flerce enemies
who had followed them thousands of
mileg with unabated {ury. But at last
“the ancient Children of the Wilder
ness rested from their labors and
from great afflictions under the shad
ow of the Chinese Wall.”
The Teacher and
Her Final Suecess
story well, the !hlldron hung on her
words, and Por the first time in her
life she was flushed and happy. The
principal had come quietly into the'
room as she spoke, and coming up to
her desk after school he sald evenly:
“I think you have quits a knack
with children, Miss Smith. I think I
shall put you in charge of the chil
dren's speclal, you are certainly qual
ified.”
Miss Smith's usually quiet handa
tightened in her lap, but her cup of
happiness was not quite empty. John
ny Deering slid softly up to her desk
and held out a rough little hand im
pulsively.
“Say, you're a peach,” he sald shy
ly. “I like you” And Miss Smith as
last knew what it meant to have 2
real tareer, i
‘ (The next article in this series wilt
‘bo called *The Manicurist.”)
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Now lam entirely healed." (Rigned) Mise
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