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WHY DID DICKY'S MOTHER
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JAEHOTEL .AND VANISH
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HY 1s ityllwonder, that the
W perfect moments of life are
- so 0! often 'quickly followed
by mt?,w.tzrln: in
-37 hnve wt of (this many
tiges, but’ newer did it strike me so
bly", 88 u.!z-‘ho\u following
| depavture’ ‘ the Hudson
x boatywith its golden:memo
our veturm journey from the
Catsitlll Momntaing.
As we joined the crowd golng
as & s tender, protective
manper' wh m:d enveloped me
like & warm jc during t;ho Jour
ney down the river, changed into
usoal less matter of fact
, grasped me firmly
hy th and hurried me
thy crowd as unceremo
niousty I were the suitcase
and h of which he insisted
on ‘wmn his right hand.
"o now,” he admon
ished in ktyccato fashion. “We've
got to'beat ityif we want to get a
taxi™ .
Apd ‘l.filo'vuw’ 1 414, to the best
of my ab y, with the result that
we soon red a taxi and were
whirled ta'.‘%? the Hotel Syden
ham, where cky had established
w’v comtfortably for the in
- :ot onr absence, and where [
had' “mwet Neohert Gordon, the ro-r
Broadway* habitue, man o
m‘m of gq-mry, who had
told me: of his friendship for my
deod‘m:r and the fagher whom
1 had ‘known, whoiwas worse
mnsandto‘me.
As" we entered the doors of the
Bydertham I had one of my swlfi}
~unreasoning premonitions that
would hear isagreeable news. I
tried to shake it off, but the im
pression strengthened as 1 watched
IDicky hurrying across the lobby to
the desk to register.
I saw him fn earnest colloquy
with the clerk, then, with a face
expressing annoyance and dismayed
wonder, he came swiftly back to
ward me.
“What s the matter, Dicky? 1
asked excitedly, clutehing his arm.
*“ls your mwother {ll7 What has
happened 7"
He shook: off my hand impa
tiently.
“Don't be an idiot, Madge,” he
said crossly, “just bhecause you
know how; there’s nothing the mat
ter with mother, except her usual
brand of blasted foolishness. She
gimply echecked out yesterday and
left without leaving any address’
1 sank blankly into the nearest
chair and looked at him in open
consternation.
“Why, whatever do you suppose
made her do such a thing™
“Do you think I'm a mind read
er? demanded Dicky truculently,
“How do you suppose I know what
she’s taken it into her head to do?
There's no use standing here; come
on up to our room and we'll get
busy on the telephone,
Safely in the room he tossed the
bags Into a chalr and strode to
wiurd a telephone.
“No use unpacking until we find
out what mother’'s up to, I sup
pose,” he threw baeck over his
shoulder as he took down the re
ceiver. “Don't stand there staring,
though; sit down and be comforta-
MQ’" »
LILLIAN KNOWS NOTHING. ..
1 knew the number he would call
even before I heard him give it to
the telephone girl. It was Ldls
Hap's. If it had been a predica
mmfl my own I would have
i fdllian just as Dicky had,
although I had known her a so
much shorter time than had he,
Pgople turned instinctively to Lil
llan Underwood for help in an
emergeney, Her coolness, her re
sq'urcefulness. her ready wit, above
all her spontaneous willingness to
help, made her a tower of strength,
1 listened breathlessly to Dicky's
part of a hurried eolloquy bhetween
himself and Lillian, who evidently
had answered the phone herself. I
could tell by his guestions and
answers that Lillian did not know
anything of his mother's where
abouts.
“I'll have Madge call you up as
goon as I get the house,” he said
finally, and hanging up the receiver
turned to me with an annoyed
frown on his face,
“Ldl says she hasn't a ghost of
an idea what has happened” he
explained hurriedly. "“She thinks
she may have gone out home to
Marvin. Says she called on mother
twice while we were gone; once
the day after we left, when mother
received her very cordially, and
again the day before yesterday,
when the mater froze her stiff. She
said mother seemed to be in a ter
rible wax about something.
“Suppose you call the house,
Madge; you can make Katie un
derstand better than 1 can. 1 sup
poge, of course, she and Jim are
back by this time™
“Oh, yves,” I returned, as 1 went
to the telephone; “vou know they
were to be back from their honey
moon inside of a week"
LOCATED AT LAST, ..
Dicky muttered something un
complimentary concerning the ahil
ity of any “blasted pot walloper”
to keep a promise, but 1 pretended
not to hear him I resented his
languauge concerning Katie. who
had proved my very good friend,
but I had no wish to add to Dicky's
angovance.
To my relief, it was Katie's voice
that came to my ear over the tele
phone I had feared that if my
mother-in-law were. indeed, at the
Marvin house she might answer the
phone, and 1 had no desire to hear
the brunt of her displeasure, {f ghe
were, as Lillian described her, “In
a wax over something"”
But Katie's tones were not her
nsual ones, full of carrolling light
heartedness Instead of the fa
miliar “Oh, Missig Graham, is dot
vou? 1 so glad!” with which she
was wont to greet a ¢ of mine
over the telephone. her answer was
low and cautious "y dis is
Graham's.” she said, and then with
a little gasp as she recognized my
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“What Robert Has Revealed SBo Amazing I am
Ready to Spend My Last Years in Adoration.”
—FElla Wheeler Wilcox.
(The following hitherto unpublished letters from America’s greatest
poetess to her favorite brother, Marcus P. Wheeler, Windsor, Wis,, a Civil
War veleran, congtitute a remarkable human document. At one and the
same time they set forth what she believed her certain knowledge of the
life hereafter, based upon communications from her husband, Robert M.
Wilcoa, who died in 1916, and also very interasting sidelights om the daily
life and views of this writer, whose name is known to every one who reads.
These letters will be printed in daily installments.)
Landon, Dec, 27, 1918,
ROBABLY my last letter to
P you this year.
Have just been saying
“Howdy” to Mrs. Woodrow Wilson.
Our elub ‘gave her a reception. She
{8 very handsome and attractive as
well., Looks about 30. Probably is
fifteen more, as women nowadays
never look t\olr yu‘(n. Yesterday
1 went out and walked down Pall
Mall and Plecadilly and saw all the
-Elondld decorations for the route of
the President and king. I did not
go out to see them pass. Mps, Ran
all did, but I cap't stand street
orowds,
I gave Mrs. Wilsen a coepy of
one of my little books of verse.
Most likely every poet in London
will do the same. My publishers
wanted me to do it, 1 had already
sent the President one containing
two poems about him. "I seen my
du’!l and 1 done it”
« My Mr. Gay is not a booby or
ignorant: he was only not informed
about what our men had done to
make the armistice possible, All
Fngland had suffered and fought so
long, when the cessation came it
could not think far on any subject.
Now it begins to understand; 1,500
and more homes were opened here
to American soldiers on Christmas
Day. 1 hear peautiful things said
everywhere of us. I am going to
write a poem about things. One
which will hind e¢loser the two
lands. Robert bids me to. Very
wonderful communications from
him lately,
Regarding God's work in this
world, it will all be clearer to you
when you gp over. It is rather
late now for you to make your
mind over and see things from a
true angle. Thirty years of the
study of theosophy have made it all
seem very simple to me. Logical
and clear. 1 used, however, to won
der why God and my guides did not
make me see and do things without
letting me go through such trouble
first. Then it was all cleared up
by my own experience. 1 stood in
the position of a Guardian Angel
to a girl relative. From her-birth
I planned to be her good fairy, 1
always elothed her and at 13 sent
her te scheol: Planned at 14 to
pend her to a preparatory school
two yvears and then bring her East
and start her on a college course;
fit her for some special work and
give her a trip to Europe before
letting her become self-supporting,
To do by her in fact as if she
were my own daughter., 1 had
saved money for the undertaking. 1
had money, love, wisdom, to guide
her. But after one night at the
school which I had selected she
went home and said she did not
want education: she wanted to be
an assistant postmistress. Later she
asked to be taught stenography and
I paid for her training in that line
and let her work out her own des
tiny. With all my love, wisdom and
means, 1 could net force upon her
voice, T heard her mutterga low
toned command to Jim.
“Make dot door shut, Jim; no
noise.".
Jim must have obeyed her man
date lterally, for I heard no sound
of a closing door. But Katle spoke
quickly, softly into the receiver,
“Missis Graham, say notings:
don't tell you called oop, but coom
home foost as avick as you can.
Dot old voman's is here, and she so
mad she joost raise oné& hell all
time. Goot-by, T no want her to
entch me at phone™
. (Continued in Sunday's American.)
Beyond the Grave
what she was not ready to appre
elate,
Just so 'with Invisible Guides. Seo
with God Himself. He sent us to
earth to develop free will and char
acter, and He stands rnulr with his
Guides and Helpefs to give what
‘ever we really want enough to seek
persistently, If we do not want It
énough in this life we must wait
till we do. A pupil once said to a
Hindoo master that he wanted to
know the truth about Ged. The
master, who sat by the Rivemside,
seized the pupil and held him under
the water till he was nearly
drowned. When he let him up he
asked him:
“What did you long for while in
the river?' “Air, air” said the
puPll. g
““Well, when you long for knowl
edge of God i‘ust that way, it will
eome,” was the reply.
8o few people really want a
thing. They wabble and wish and
gcatter their forces and waste time
and eternity by lack of eoncentrated
power. The orthodox creed has
done a lot te make people spiritual
loafers. They will be 8o surprised
when they cross over and find what
a very crude place they oegipy
Over There by their lack of de
veloping the Divinity within. But
they will be given help to begin all
aver there.
. The whole vast scheme of exis
tence fills me with awe and rever
ence the more I think and study
on it. What is not clear I can leave
till Jater, since such miracles have
heen made elear to me. Just what
Robert has revealed is so amaz
ing that T am ready to spend my
last years in adoration of that
power which made the solar system
and a millien other solar systems
hevound the one we see,
It {8 great to find such men as
Kir Oliver Lodge and William Bar
rett with thetr big scientific brains
aoming into the same reverent
state, by thelr research, I am so
thankful to ba here where such
minds have made a most uplifting
atmosphere and where I can add my
little voice to swell the pgreat
ehorus that is going un
Today at Mrs. Wilson's reception
fully ten fine women came and
told me how stirring and wonders
ful they found my address the other
day on “Things Psyehic.” That
made me happier than all the
praises of my poems 1 hear.
Mrs, Randall and T spent a nice,
quiet Christmas Day here, seeing
a few friends. 1 was thankful to
feel so much better in mind and
hody than I felt a year ago in
New York. It gives me a shudder
when I think what if I allowed any
ane Oor every one to'}!ersuade me
to give up my idea of coming over,
Amerioa would have bheen a living
tomb for ma. Now hy next June
1 can go back and find my Short
Beach environment endurable for
the summer with my vear and a
half of wonderful experience to re
member,
Sunday Mrs. Randall and I are to
entertain a lot of American officers
at the Washington Inn, an officers’
alub. 1 am sending you the new
Armistice Day photo of us. Should
] any paper want to reproduce them 1
I am willing. Only send me a copy
! if it is done. I do not intend to
| write for papers—only magasines
and books. Except soeme special
thing that might ocour. RBut save
in books 1 want to write only verse.
1 am feeling every way belter
for my raw food diet. And sort
of dropping tea and coffee: though
1 confess this halidey week I have
Good Night Stories
By Blanche Silver. :
THE LAMP CARRIER OF BUG
VILLE.
AVID ran after a little flying
D creature, caught it, and then
opened his hand very care
fully. There was a tiny little fire
fly looking terribly frightened. |
“Don’t be frightened, little fel
low,” gaid David kindly. “I'm not
going to harm you. [ just taught
you to see what you look like.”
“Well!” exclaimed Billy Firefly,
trying to smile. “If tifat's all you
wanted, look at me and don’t detain
me apy lenger. I've work to be
done before night comes.
“Night comes,” laughed David,
shaking the little fellow so his tiny
fantern sparkled brightly. “This is
nighttime right now. What are
you talking about, anyway?”
“Sure it is, for you folks,” replied
Billy Firefly, “But for the folks of
Fairyland it's daytime—or prather,
It's the time they have their dances
and playtime. 8o I just ecall it
‘day.’ But rng: work keeps me up
and doing while it's dark, then
when the sun, as you call it, comes
up I spend that time sleeping.
Sometimeg I wish T didn’t belong
to the lamp carriers.”
“Lamp carriers!” exclaimed Da
vid, "So that's what they eall you
in Bugville? We call you ‘fireflies,’
beeause you have such a beautiful
light ynder your coat. And pray
what is your work, may 1 ask, Mr.
Lamp Carrier?”
“Certainly you may ask,” laughed
Billy Firefly merrily. “I may as
well be sociable now that you have
me. Well, to begin with, I spend
the first part of the day—excuse
me, your night—in helping the bugs
ilm‘i worms who stay out too late
find their way back home. Then
1 help the fairies by shining on the
meadows while they have their
dances."
“Some exciting life, T must say!"”
laughed David, “I don’t suppose
you find many fellows of the
meadows whe stay out after dark,
do you?”
“Indeed, I do!” replied Billy Fire
fly. “Why, only just a few sec
onds before you caught me I saw
Willy Bee. Like a great many fel
lows, instead of making hay while
the sun shines he had wasted his
day plaving, and found himself a
long way from hc-mgl when the sun
went down. I went home with him,
and en the way back I found Lady
Ant, who had lost her way in the
dark, and took her home.” W
“Well, of all things!” laughed
l Business of Homemaking
By Mrs. Christine Frederick.
METHODS OF COOKING VEGE
TABLES.
ORSE than meat for break-
W fast or throwing stale bread
in the garbage can is the
great American sin of boiling vege
tables lin quantities of water and
cheerfully throwing sald water
down the Kitchen sink. Such a
practise, which would he unthought
of by French or other foreign cooks,
is eommeonly carried on in Ameri
can households every day.
If we stop to analyze the com
position of vegetables we shall find
that all of them are composed of
fibrous cellulose, starch grains and
mineral salts, The cellulose is just
the network to hold together the
starch and salts, which are really
held in solution in the vegetable
or plant body. Now, with this idea
clearly in mind, think of boiJhg a
vegetable in a quantitv of water—
say three quarts. The boiling bursts
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wabbled about coffee and taken
three cups. After New Year's will
be more firm. You never saw such
lengthy Christmas ocelebrating as
hare, Shops closed from Wednes
day to Monday! They always have
three days it seems. This year five
~=l don't see how they can do it
Now, good-by for this year
Faithfully,
ELLA.
Qopyright, 1920, King Feature Symiicate.
(To Be Continued Monday.)
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David Ran After a Little Flying
Creature,
AA A AN AN AN AR
David. “I've often seen you sailing
around sparkling like a big jewel,
and wondered just what you fel
lows were good for, anyway."
“That just makes me think,” said
Billy Firefly, crossing his funny
little knees. “It makes me think
of what my grandmother's grand
mother told my grandmother, and
what she told me. She said that
in Duteh Guiana and in some parts
of Seuth America folks make little
wicker cages and fill them with
fireflies and use them for lanterns.
She said the Mexican Indians use
to tie a number of fireflies In
their hand so they could see their
way as they went about at night.
But I'm glad the folk don't do that
in this part of the country, or the
fairies and the bugs would have to
hunt new lamp carriers.”
“And they'll be thinking they'd
have to get some one to take your
lace if T don't let you go,” laughed
{))avid. as he opened his hand so
Billy Firefly could fly away,
“Well, T must say!"” exclaimed
Billy Firefly, clearing his throat.
“If all little boys were like you
our lives wouldn't be in so much
danger. Most little boys pull us
apart to see how our light is made.”
“Not me, or any of my friends,"”
promised David, and, bidding Billy
Firefly gcod-by, he set him on a
leaf,
Then Billy Firefly turned up his
lamp, and, tipping his little cap to
David, he flew away inte the
darkness.
the starch granules as well as
cooks them, softeng the cellulose
and releases the mineral salts,
which pass off into the water.
If we “drain” our vegetables in
the common manner we throw
sin of throwing away water In
which are dissolved the most val
uable constituents of any fruit or
vegetable. What we have left is
a residue of starch with the cel
lulose fibers. It |s true that the
fibers serve as '"brooms” to the
system or as a scouring soap of
nature and the starch represents a
certain amount of definite food ma
terial. But the salts, the acids,
the minerals, the phosphates—these
are all wasted when we commit the
sin of throwing aawy water in
which vegegtables have boiled,
Now, this practise is not neces
sary. It is sir:g)ly due to careless
ness, haphaza methods of ig
norant workers who hever measure
the amount of water on a vegetable,
and who would just as soon have
two quarts left at tha end of boil
ing as one pint, The proper way
fs to cook the vegetable in just
sufficient water to Kkeep it from
burning and to use this small quan
tity in some kind of sauce so as
to conserve it. Others may utilize
vagetable water in goups, as is com
monly done abroad, and as a basis
for stock
But even more preferable than
any boiling method for a vegetable
i# the straming methad. This cooks
and burst the starch ceis even more
satisfactorily and positively con
serves the maximum amount of
Boys and Girls
What Boys Can Be.
If You Are a Railroader
You Serve the Public
By R, S, ALEXANDER.
You don't have to be a million
aire’s son to be a railroad presi
dent. Several presidents f the
biggest roads in the United States
have begun as section hands; a
number of them started as rodmen;
quite a few began as telegraphers.
But being president is not the
only job on a railroad. There are
about as many kinds of jobs as
there are kinds of men. They are
jobs which pay well. Better still,
they are jobs which train a man to
responsibildty; edueate him, and
bring out the best there is in him.
The men who work the railroads
have the reputation of being the
most intelligent body of workmen
in the country. They have to be
to hold their jobs.
If you intend to become a rail
road man you must set up as the
first thing to learn the idea of serv
ica to the publie—safe, courteous,
efficient service. You may start
as a section hand, a telegrapher, or
a rodman, but wherever you start
to work you won't get very
far before you begin to learn things
about the actual operating end of
the business. And the first thing
you will learn there will be service
to the publie. If you haven't the
spirit of service, you'll never get
very far in the railroad business.
| A second thing you must learn is
discipline, The railroad is much
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like the army. Your “doughboy”
brother can tell you about that. It
means merely that you obey with
out stopping to argue about it ev
ery order given you and that you
obey the spirit of the order and not
merely the word of it. If you re
member that many times your obe
dience or disobedience of an order
—perhaps an order that you think
useless and foolish-—means the
lives of many people, vou will see
why diseipline is so important.
A third thing to learn is loyalty.
Be loyal to the road for which you
are working. It may not be the best
road in the country and it is up to
you to know that, But it is also
up to you to try to make it the best
while you are working for it. We
said the first thing to think about
was service. Well, you can best
give service to the public by being
loyal to wur road, i #
(Are the frogs croaking in the
ponds? Read about them Monday.)
mineral substances in the vegetable,
There is just as much difference
between steaming and beiling vege
tables as there is between a baked
and boiled potato. Posgibly not all
know that in the best hotels all
vegetables are steam ccoked. This
acocounts for the fact that vege
tables under the hands of a com
petent chef are much more ap
petizing and flavorable than they
are when they emerge from the
hands of the average cook,
(Copyright, 1920, Wheeler Byndicate, Ine.)
Drawn by
C. D. BATCHELOR
‘What Girls Can Be
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Photoplay Writers Must
Be Full of New Ideas
By CAROLINE M. WEIRICH.
“What is causing all the excite
ment?” said Miss Ogden, BEnglish
teacher of the village school, as
she came upon a group of boys and
girls at recess, all apparently inter
ested in a photoplay magazine.
‘Just think,” said Billy, “Doro
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they has had a story printed here.”
Dorothy was a junior in the high
school.
“Not such a strange thing,” said
Miss Ogden.: “I have had several
accepted. But let me tell you, it
was hard work,
“The successful moving picture
writer must be full of ideas, Then
experience in writing comes next.
Chances for yuick and continued
success are 10 to 1 in favor of the
trained writer,
“Photoplay writing is a business.
It requires a separate training
which may be gained.from courses
" in some of our leading universites
or from excellent books on the tech
nique of scenario writing. One can
not hope to start out blindly and
produce a play that will conform
with all the movie stage require
ments.”
“Didn’t Dorothy?”
| “No, Dorothy sent in her story
. which is merely a synopsis. The
i eompany’s regular staff writers
will take this idea of Dorothy's and
! put it into proper form.”
| “Who would buy your story?”
- said Billy.
| ““Phe gurest way of selling is to
know a movie star, to whom you
can send direct. If you don’t know
one, send the story to a film com
pany. Learn what different compa
nies are doing, what kind of stories
they need and what stars they are
featuring. Don't be discouraged if
your manuscript is returned; im
prove it and try another company.”
“You can learn a lot about the
busginess from the movie maga
zines,” said Billy. ‘“l've heard of
people getting SSOO for one scena
rio.”
“That is true, but don't forget
what T said about the trained writ
er. Why not work your ideas out
in your themes?”
If the young author has new
{deas, let him try! Every writer
wag once a beginner.
(Monday a little talk about get
ting rich—in words.)
Do You Know That—
According to one authority, a
woman's feet should be to her
height in the proportion of fourteen
to one hundred-—that is, as nearly
as possible one-seventh of the
height.
- . .
The swallow has a larger mouth
in proportion to its size than any
other bird.
. . -
In Korea, it is etiquette for a man
to ignore his wife if they chance to
meet in the street.
- * -
Westminster Abbey is rotting”
away, owing to Leondon's impure
atmosphere,
M ie
By Frances Duvall
KEITHA MAKES NEW FRIEN
EITHA smiled sympatheti
K ly at the cheerful little w
an spitting in the rain. 8
had never been seasick herself,
neither had she made a long"
voyage.
“Have you tried all the remed!
that people so generously
scribe?” she enquired. '
“People? People who have neve
been seasick,” returned the littl
woman, scorntully? ;
“It must be rather an orded\!or
you—traveling on the sea.”
The little woman considered,
keeping one finger in the Bible teo
mark the place.
“In some ways—yes,” ghe econ
fessed. “But after the first agony
is over, it is positively heavenly to
realize that you are still alive when
it didn't seem remotely possible
that you could be., Sometimes I
think pain is given us merely as -
contrast; it makes us so much more
gratefnl for our painless moments.”
“What happy hilosophy,” .
claimed Keitha, » \ax
“Well, Martha Caldwell!® gaid a
hearty voice behind them. “Don't
tell me you are rinkln{ your life
and digestion on another trip to
save the heathen Chinee?”
Keitha and the little woman -
dressed both turned to find °
white-haired man who had asg
Keitha if she were traveling alone.
“Well, well! How are you, Jim 7"
the little woman greeted him af
fectionately, “It's good to se you
again. If it wasn't for you and me
I don't believe the old Pacific would
have many travelers, How's the
Java rubber plantation?'
“Pretty fair,” acknowledged the
man. “I've been home,” he added.
“To England?'
He nodded.
“The boy,” he explained bri
“he was killed in xtpho Argo: :?yf
went to take him home.” m\ h
The little woman reached out ‘har
hand in sympathy, but she said 10
word.
“Keitha turned away to hide the
sudden mist of tears that obscured
her sight. She forgot her resent.-
ment for the man and felt g deep
compassion for the hurt to which
he had referred with typical Brit
ish stolidity.
“Please don’t go,” the little wom
an entreated her. “I want you and
Mr. Corley-Warner to be friends
on this vdyage. I ghall have to
seek the rifuge of my stateroom
when we strike the first roller out
side the Gilden Gate, but Jim is
a marveloussailor,
Keitha tumed back and held out
her hand tothe Englishman qtp
a smile, \ ¥
“I am Mrs. Lester Bennett—Kei
tha Bennett, |
The little wiman smiled benevo
lently upon thym.
“I am Marha Caldwell—some
times missionay,” she explained.
“By the way, Jj—"
“I knew it Yroke in the m
with a comical! look at Koilga,:
“She is going t\ ask for another
donation for thofi\ blasted heathen
of hers, That'sthe way she al
ways prefaces a Bquest for a few
thousand, just as @sually as if she
were going to askme for a tram
ticket.” \
The littlea womal laughed and
hopped off her crae,
“He is disgustizily rich,” she
explained to Keitha. v shouldn't
he give to foreign j)issions."
“My dear Marth: how many
times must T tell vy that if you
paid several hun Chinese
coolies to loaf for vo\ on a rubber
plantati(){!'you'd 10S¢ your poetic
viewpoint.’ \
“Fiddlesticks! HaW ga Pk
ready for me when we gach Hono
lulu. I'm disembarkig there to
rally my forces for thepest of the
trip to China. Look, ‘'re about
to sail! T'll seek my cbin before
I have to be carried dom,
“Good-bye, children; hye a good
time while I wrestle th my
tummy.”
~ She was gone with a of her
hand,
This is luck, meeting 3ju right
off,” said Mr. Colby-Wianer to
Keitha. ‘“Beastly bore veling.
I've a few coumirymen o hoard.
May I present them?" 1
Thus it happened that b&re the
ship sailed Keitha knew halg doz
en or more of her fellow jssen
(é"’”fl ht. 1920, Wheeler !vml'o;, 1535
opyr .
| . (Continued Monday.)
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'|The Rhyming
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Optimic¢
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By Aline Michaelis.
O you know of any reen
D why we like things oupr
season? Why we longto
lap up strawberries and creamp
the month of February when g
coal man is 8o merry, and wy
watermelons figure in our drear
In the sultry days of summer, whe
heat puts folks on the hummer ar
thermometers are shrieking ninety
eight, why do girls doll up in seal
ekin? (an it be they have no feel
in’, or do you think they're only
tempting Fate? Have you tried to
figure, truly, why we want 'em so
unduly, fruits we know are hanging
just beyond our reach? How, by
some strange dispensation, other
chaps get each good ration, and the
other fellows’ girl is such a peach?
Many theories have been offered,
hut the best one ever proffered is
just this: It's human nature, that
is all, and since Eve first lamped
the apple, every one has had to
grapple with a longing for the
things beyond the wall. Distant
hills have loomed the fairest, dis
tant lips have smiled the rarest,
~ and the rainbow ever guards its pot
of gold, so men's hearts are always
yearning for the pathways unm
turning, and the faintest star t
dreams will longest hold. All this
reaching, grasping, striving, all this
hunger for arriving, is the thing
that keeps old Earth upon the go,
and all this ig just the reason tha
we like things out of season, and
the ladies wear straw hats out in
the snow. £
