The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, July 12, 1923, Page 4

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WHY FAIL? iccess is easier to attain than failure, wrote Ed Howe, the retired editor and country town philosopher at Potato} Hill Farm near Atchison, Kansas. Right, in a sense, for the road to failure is harder on us than the road to success. Ed Howe’s philosophy is that success, after all, is not so difficult. Trouble is, most of us waste too much time secking an impossible short-cut to it instead of following the old re- liable road way—hard work, patience, perseverance and com- mon honesty. ; i One of our national weaknesses is a near-mania for magi- cal formulas. We'll never be satisfied until we are able to cure any disease with one pill, have a pocket-size radio with. out batteries, and make life an endless iod of prosperity without the traditional spells of depression. Still, that’s the right attitude in the sense that it’s the only way we'll ever attain the perfections we crave. ‘ American mentality does not admit that anything is “im- possible”—except where it applies personally to the individ- ual. Jf we had half the confidence in our individual selves that we have in our herd or social group, it wouldn’t be neces- sary to talk so much about how to succeed. ~ To the ambitious, it often seems that life is an unending series of failures. Success is the sum total of these failures. This angle of the discussion is furnished by President Lowel] of Harvard. i He adds: “It has been asserted by military critics that ‘a nation is never finally beaten in war until it believes itself beaten. With not less accuracy, it may be said that so long as.a man lives he has not failed unless he believes that he hab*failed. “The man who rushes ahead repeatedly into the same stone wall has the kind of head least likely to be affected by the process. He shows perseverance, but not determination to succeed. Wisdom consists in changing the method as the result of experience.” In other words, try butting the head against other parts of the wall until we find a weak spot, instead of repeating at the same point of attack. The careers of most great men prove that success comes only .after a series: of failures. © Abraharh Lincoln: in his younger days tried to be a successful storekeeper, at which venture he failed twice. Goodyear failed at thousands of experiments before he discovered how to make sticky rubber gum into a useful and usable commodity. William James tried to succeed as an artist, then as a doctor, and wound up successfully as a psychologist and philosopher. So it goes. When failure becomes chronic, it’s often be- cause we're attacking the wrong part of the wall—trying.to succeed at the wrong vocation. For every person in the world there’s some line of work at which he is certain to be highly successful. The job is, to find it. Instinct will guide us more accurately than reason. . AIR CASTLES July, one of the two laziest months of the year, is a great time for air castles. A farm boy lounges in the shade, on his back, gazes into the fleecy clouds, and day-dreams. * The whole fictional world —of romance, adventure and wealth — seems ito him to be under his mastery. Power and pleasure are up there in the clouds. Imaginary, of course. but very real to the boy. ‘ Getting down to cold hard facts, the most important angle of this day-dreaming situation is that, while the farm lad explores his castles in the air, his immediate job—weed- ing—waits. ~ Ina sense, this is allegorical. It portrays something char- acteristic of all-of us, something that haunts us through life , and periodically semi-chloroforms us into stagnation. The farm Jad, day-dreaming, has himself hypnotized. So ‘have the restof:us, most of the time we day-dream. e ‘Ht is all quite fine, to vision glorious castles in the air. Such is a necessary ‘part of ambition. And, no doubt, our ati-eastles inspire us to redoubled effort when we come out of our trance. e But many of us waste.so much time day-dreaming that we have little time left for actual accomplishment. + We can dream sq much of a better job that we neglect the present ‘or immediate job—and thereby delay our prog- res to the better job: While watching and envying the man above us on the next rung of the success ladder, let us not. | forget the newcomer on the rung below us who is after the job we hold now. ah ? This is a hard, material world — severely jolting to the rson who day-dreams to excess. There is such a thing as © much ambition—too many air castles. : : TREE George Washington took command of the American army uly 3, 1775, under a famous elm tree in Cambridge, Mass. he old tree is showing its age and a small army of tree Goctors is trying to keep it alive. : : The elm outlived Washington 124 years and probably still as a long time to go. It makes us wonder, why we can’t ive as long as some forms of plant life. Possibly we shall, | i a few generations—if the experimenting doctors blunder in the right discoveries. That future people will live 500 ars is not impossible. eas : _ The old elm tree, under which Washington took commani ‘the American army, may die. But Prof. Sargent is already ing trees taken as shoots from the old elm. These are the old ot hin a Pg ba it one ‘of the children wii e. lg abe ’ themselves with the old ‘elm, can do i ers, too, Parents are Teast. They live on, dies and is cut an Illinois farm, cook getting dinner. burglars made ten people sick. should be band lose place to grab him. made a hole in one, fairly well. bent on running for president. be broke on finishing. © ane sas swered Nick, ‘but hands with you because I can't get hear enough. Tootsy’s feet and shook hands. with,” think what fun we have sliding.” f A THOUGRT 7 the buver;. but w: way, thon he hoasteth Prov. 20:14, i mak igierce ‘are few people who will not Morals of” shopping—Beecher, | 2 keene A MUG, dake, Seen BU WE HUE buuE uous wee’ wubb. ugior thinks he has # + people teil tne teuth, byadon serum tut gust we dua Children never realize how hard it is: Lu,make money. An Alabame boy swallowed three dimes, There are mornings you eat canta- oupes for breakfast, if the things 1 9 $7.20 | are ripe enough. About 250,900 chickens burned cn Smelled like a new It would be interesting to know 1% Carpentier bet anything on Dempsey to whip Gibbons, by New York It Chloroform used inst the law. A bachelor tells us his suitcase has just returned from its second honey- moon this year. Lies show every fish weighing over 60,000 pounds has, gotten away, nine times this summer. 7 a kiss . Nice think about being ‘skinny is you can eat All-you please withou. getting any fatte Oldest street car'dn. the world is only 35. Yon’neyer would guess it Ly looking at ours. Not many returning vacationists have changed much, and less than that have much change. Mr, Karltpulsernuellererller was ar- rested for being drunk in Chicago. We don’t blame him. About five million pairs of glasses are sold every year, just to help our looks, Night and day are both good for sleeping, but the best time is while the baby’s asleep. Every woman hates to see her hus- his hair. It leaves no United States spends more on gum than religion. This is because gum is used every day. Mr. Feltes, South Bend, Ind. golfer, but is resting Governor of New York says he is One fine thingy about “stopping at hotels is you don’t have to wash out the bathtub, It is warm enough to practice classic dancing now, “Make the flag stand for some- thing” was the July Fourth cry. And the rest of the year it stands for anything, A new bride sweeps clean, ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS —— | ’ By Olive Roberts Barton The Twins couldn't help smiling when Mister Sky Bow took them to the place where the Tootsies lived. For the Tootsies were folk with enormous feet, although the rest of them were quite small, “How do you do?” said one of the Tootsies, holding. out his hand to shake hands. “I'm pretty well, thank you,” an- Ajpcan’t shake Perhaps it you stand sideways 1 could.” “Oh, that’s all right,” Tootsy. “Step-right an; So Nick stepped up on one of the So said the diq Nancy, “Its too bad!” said Nancy, “It certainly is,” said Nick. “What about?” demanded Tootsy. “About your feet.” What about my feet “That they’re so large,” said the the Twins, “Ho, ho, ho! That's a fine joke!” answered the Tootsy, “Why, just think of it, when we go skating we can’t fall, when we go walking we never get tired, we can’t sprain our ankles for vur feet never turn over, and our shoes are so big we sleep in them at night. Beside: when we go barefoot in the wet grass, think how good it feels.” “But what do you do when they get cold?” asked Nancy. “There's so much of them to ache!” ‘ “All the more to stamp answered the Tootsies, around “And “No matter what you say they will see the happy side,” said Mister Sky Bow. go to another place,” “But come now. We must (To Be Continued.) (Copyright, 1923,.NEA Service, Inc.) > * It is naught, it is naught, saith he ts gone his What is the disposition which men rejo'ce in gpod bargains? benefitted ty pondering over tho THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE May [sternation. THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM \ FROM LESLIE PRES- TO LESLIE PRES- COTT, CONTINUED You can see, dear little Mar- quise, that I had started something. I did not really intend to «bring things to a showdown until.I | had LETTER Cc consulted Jack, but having already | brought ‘it about, I was not going to back down. wi »Miss Bradford had already begun to put on her wraps. I really felt sorry for Mrs.’ Pres: cott. All at once she seemed to have grown shrunken and old. She looked from Priscilla to me in con: I. knew. she did not want to -break With.me on account-of John, but I knew she. loved Priscilla. at once I understood that here was a girl of the same tempcrament, the same mid-Victorian ideas, wha had been very kind to her for years. It was perfectly natural that” she should have wanted her to marry her son. It was not queer ‘gt all that she resented me, a stranger. Fortunately I remembered »there was a train which, although it did not stop at our little town, stopped in the city where Karl was going and this train would take me back to Albany by noon the next day. The thing to do now, however, was to make Mrs. Prescott understand that I was not leaving her in anger. So I turned to Miss Bradford and said, “I really think it is better, for you to stay with Mother Prescott”— it was the first ‘time I had called her “mother.” Although the word almost came to my lips inadver- tently, because I felt a sudden pity for her loneliness, the lighting up of John’s mother’s face showed me All, jthat my not doing sd up until this time had really hurt her. I was not wholly in the right. Poor Karl, who had been standing Jin absolute and abject misery and | ssment during all this con- ion, now ‘came forward. The same thought had come into his mind, “If—if—” he began uncertainly. It was then that Mrs. Prescott’s breeding showed itself. For, what- ever may be the old fashioned ideas ‘of the New Englander, they still i ain kind of hospi ich must be shown upon all occa- sions, Mother Prescott came forward as though she had not seen Mr. Whit- ney before, with extended hand and smiling face. “My dear Mr. Whitney, you, have made a very opportune call. 1 am sure my daughter Leslie was tryin j to'think just how she would be able {to get to the next town in time to} make that train. She seems deter- mined to be in Albany tomorrow. “Of course I hate to have her leave, but in talking with her hus- band, my son, this afternoon, it de- veloped that he was very lonely swithout her. Under the circum- stances I could not keep her, could 1” “Good Lord!” I said'to myself. “If that isn’t dismissal from the queen, | I do not know what it is.” All at once I was very proud of! my mothe law. That she could really to the occasion and put herself in the right and me unde- embar niably in the wrong so gracefully was something that I knew no mod- ern woman could have done. I turned and went up to her and | EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO | SReAT MAcKINAW, WOMAN mace su WHATEVER, SO AND Buy’ THAT THING F x CAN'T 4FroRD iM PTET TTT : I | TE 3 z - i ING 18 Ree Aron (S'To BS. AN 4} TIGHT WAD I! laying my check against hers I said, “Dear mother, you always know and do the right thing. “Wait a minute, Karl. ready.” I will be FROM EMMONS COUNTY G. A. Lenhart and Ltander Briggle, i Plaintiffs and Respondents. vs. George W. Lynn, Defendant and Appellant. SYLLABUS: In an action to compel the de- fendant to satisfy-certain judgments of record, or to respond in damages, the defendant defended “on, the ground that said judgments are void on thejr face; said judgments were |: entered in compliance with the mandate of this Court in actions wherein this Court held it had jur- isdiction of the parties, the general {nature of the actions and the par- ticular matter involved: It is held; such judgments are conclusive against the defendant and their validity can not be at- tacked by him, , The lien of a judgment expires af- ter ten years from the date of its docketing in the county where it was rendered, From judgment of the Court of Emmons County, Frank P., Judge. Affirmed, with one modification. Opinion of the court by Burr, Dis- trict Judge. Bronson, Ch, J., and Nuessle, J., disqualified; Burr and Pugh. District Judges, sitting in stead. ‘ Newton, Dullam & Young, Bis- marck, and Mr. Chas. Coventry, Lin- ton. aw Attorneys for Plaintiffs and Re- spondents, Lynn & Lynn, Linton, Attorneys for Defendant, and Appelant, District Allen, their FROM BURKE COUNTY State of North Dakota ex rel. H. A. Kirkelie, as resident, cit- izen, and taxpayer of: Burke County, North Dakota, Petitioner and Appellant. vs. C. J. Kopriva, County ‘Auditor ? of Burke County, North Da- kota et al, stituting. the Redistricting ti sind tF fburke County, North..Dakoté, Defendants and Respondents. SYLLABU: ‘ , 1. A petition’ invoking the juris- diction( 16? the redistricting © board, $262 of. the Com; under, a, Lawl ro relating to re ing of counties into commissioner districts, need. not contain any defi- nite prpposal of chahges. 2. The word . “congressmen” in Section 3262, used in connection with the requirement of the’ number of voters who. must sign a petition, is construed to mean a representative in the House. of . Representatives, and the number of votes cast for such office is held to be the basis for determining the sufficiency of a Petition for redistricting. , Appeal from the. District of Burke County, Hon. Lowe, Judge. AFFIRMED. z Opinicn of the Court. by- Birdzcll, Minot, lakota, Attorneys for Appel- Court John--C. “Fisk, “Morphy & Nash, North Fever. try McMu you'll know why eo many people ‘praise tt. fine for building up «for cokde, ‘brofi- Ba coughs, germ diseases, Mfrd Tilden McMaliin Co., Se- For: ese by. Leoharc iy freee night and preven-4 THURSDAY, JULY 12, 1923 peD BEGIN HERE TODAY Mark Brendon, criminal inve gator, is engaed iby Jenny Pendean to solve the murder of her husband, Michael. Jenny's ‘unele, Robert Redmayne, disappears and is su- spected of killing Michael. Jenny goes to live with her uncle, Bendigo Redmayne. Robert appears in the neighborhood and sends word to Bendigo to come to his hiding place. Giuseppe Doria, who works for Bendigo, takes his| master to Robert and leaves the brothers to- gether. When Doria calls to bring Bendigo home he finds an empty cave'in which is evidence of a terri- ble struggle. Jenny marries Doria and they go to live in Italy, where Jenny’s uncle, Albert Redmayne, lives, .When Ro- bert is seen in Italy, Brendon and the famous American detective, Pe- ter Ganns, renew investigations. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY They had reached the shfine—a little alcove in a rotting mass of brick and’ plaster. Beneath it ex- tended a stone seat whgseon the wayfarer might kneel of sit. They sat down and Doria began to smoke ‘his ‘usual Tuscan cigar. His depression increased and with it Brendon’s astonishment. The man appeared to be taking exactly that attitude to his wife she had already Suggested toward him. “Il volto sciolto ed i pensieri stretti,” declared Giuseppe with gloom. “That is to say ‘her coun- tenance may be clear, but her thoughts are dark’—too dark to tell me—her husband.” “Rerhaps she fears you a little. A woman is always helpless before a man who keeps his own secrets hid- den.” “Helpless? Far from it. She is a self-controlled, efficient, hard-head- cd woman. Her loveliness is a cur- tain, You have not yet got behind ,that. You loved her, but she did not love you. “She loved me and mar- ried me. And it is I who know her character, not you. She is very clever and pretends a great deal more than she feels. If she makes you think she is unhappy and help- less, she docs it on purpose. She may be unhappy, because to keep secrets is often to court unhappi- ness; but she is not helpless ‘at all. Her eyes look helpless; her mouth never. There is power and will be- tween her teeth.” “Why do you speak of secrets?” “Because you did. I have ino seerets. It is Jenny, my wife, who has secrets. I tell you this. .She knows all about the red man! She is as deep ds hel.” Brendon could hardly believe his j ears, but tho Italian appeared very {much in earnest.i He -chattered ‘on for some time. Then he looked at his watch and declared that he must descend. . “The steamer is coming soon,” he said. “Now I leave you and I hope that I have done good. Thin how to help me and yourself. What she now feels to you I cannot tell. Your turn may come. [trust so. I am ot at all jealous. But he warned. This ted’ man—he is no friend to you or me. You seek him again today. So ful of your skin. Not that a man can protect “his skin against fate. We meet at supper.” He swung away, singing @ can- zonet, and quickly vanishéd, while Brendon, overwhelmed by this ex- traordinary’ conversation,-sat for an hour motionless and deep in thought. He considered now his own course of action.and presently proceeded to the region.in which Robert Red- mayne had been most frequently re- ported. 8 Hy oa Brendon climbed .steadily upward and presently sat down to rest upon a liftle, lofty plateau where, in the mountain scrub, grew lilies of the valley and white sun-rose, Suddenly Mark became aware that he was watched and found himself face to face with the object of his search, Robert Redmayne stood separated from him by a distance of thirty yards behind. the boughs of a breast-high shrub. But it appéared’ that the watcher desired no closer contact.'He turned -|and ran, heading upward for a wild tract of stone, and scrub that spread beneath the last precipices of the mountain. ‘Mark strove to run the other down as speedily: as possible, that he; might close, with strength still sufficient. to win “the ‘inevitable battle that must follow, and effect a capture, i He was disappointed, however, for while still twenty yards behind and forced to make only moderate Progress over. ‘rocky .way he saw Hobert Redhhaye adden} turn and’ lift'a revolver. As th man. fired, ‘the other up his plunged forward’ ot" his - face, mor through ‘moved no more. The big man, panting from his ex- ertions, approached only to see that his fallen vig d_ the ‘hollow, there sounded from close at hand strange ‘noises ahd the ittent. thud’ of r }, atriking. the rl ¢ ‘rom rock which’/ lifted its above a thicket of Jumper; while the flat bat sue ofthe bould: n to shine whitely under the be it. And if you find him, be care- | R J COPYRIGNT 1988 THEMEMRIAN COrPany | RELEASED By NEA SERVICE INC., ARRGT.MET. WEWSP, Svs. rising moon, a lantern flickered and showed two shadows busy above the excavation of an oblong hole. They mumbled together and dug in turn, Then one dark figure came out into the open, took his bearings, flung lantern light on the blaz-d tree trunk, and advanced to a brown, motionless hump lying hard by. The dark, approaching figure ‘saw the object of his search and came Yorward. His purpose was to bury the victim, whom he had lured hither before destroying, and then remove any trace that might linger upon the spot where the body lay, He bent down, put his hands to the jacket of the motionless man, and then, as he exerted his strength, a strange, hideous thing happened. The body under his touch dropped to pieces. Its head rolled away; its trunk became dismembered and he fell backward heaving an amorrh- ous torso into the air. For, exert- ing the needful pressure to move « heavy weight, he found none and tumbled to the ground, holding up a coat stuffed with grass. The man was on his fect in an instant, fearing an ambush; but as- tonishment opened his mouth. “Corpo di Bacco!” he cried, and the exclamation rang in a note of something like terror against the cliffs and upon the ear of his com- panion. Neither rascal delayed a moment. Their mingled steps in- stantly rang out; then the clatter faded swiftly upon the night and silence retdrned. For ten minutes nothing happen- ed. Next, out of a lair not fifteen yards from the distorted dummy, rose a figure that shone white as snow under the moon. Mark Bren- don approached the snare that he himself had set, shook the grass out of his coat, lifted his Hiat from the ball of leaves it covered, and presently drew on his knicker- bockers, having emptied them of their stuffing. He was cold and calm. He had learncd more than he. expected to learn; for that starti\1 exclamation left no doubt * at all concerning one of the grave- diggers. It was Giuseppe Doria who had come to move the body, and there seemed little doubt that Bren- don’s would-be murderer was the other, The operations of the detective from the moment that he fell head- long, apparently to rise no more, may be briofly chronicled. With a loaded revolver still in his opponent's hand, he could take no risk and fell accordingly. Brendon had simulated death for a while, but when satisfied of his assailant’s de- parture, presently rose, with no worse hurts than a bruised face, a badly ‘bitten tongue, and a wounded ‘ shin. ; ne Mark guessed that until darkness returned he might expect to be un- disturbed. He walked back, there- fore, to his starting-place, and found the packet of food which he had brought with him and a flask of red wine left beside it. After a meal and a pipe he made his plan and presently stood again on the rough ground beneath the cliffs, where he had pretended so Tealistically to perish, He expected edmayne to return’ and guessed that another would return with him. His hope was to recognize the ac- complice. With infinite satisfaction he heard. Giuseppe’s voice, and even dn element of grim amusement attend: ed the Italian’s shock and his sub- sequent snipe-like antics as he leaped to safety before an antici- pated revolver barrage. CHAPTER XV ‘A Ghost, j The next morning, while he rub- bed his bruises in a hot bath, Bren- don determined upon a course of ac- tion. He proposed to tell Jenny and her husband exactly what had hap- pened to him, merely concealing the end of the story. He breakfasted, lighted his pipe and limped over to Villa Pianezzo, He was not in reality very lame, but accentuated the stiffness. Only As- sunta appeared, though Brendon’s eyes had marked Doria and Jenny together in the neighborhood of the silkworm house as he entered the garden. He asked for Giuseppe and, having feft Brendon in the sitting. room of the villa, Assunta departed. Almost immediately afcerward Jenny Breeted him with evident pleasure but reproved him, + “We waited an hour for supper.” she said, “then Giuseppe would wait no longer. I was beginning to get frightenéd and I have beer fright- ened all night. I am thankful to for I feared something ser- ht have happened.” “Something serious did happen. T've got a strange story to tell. . Is your husband within reach? He must hear it, too, I think. He may be in some danger as well as oth- expressed shook her head, “Can't you believe me? course you can’t, Doria in danger! want him, Mark,’ It was the first time that sh thus addressed him and his ‘neat throbbed; but the temptation to con- fide in her lasted not a moment, | (Continued in Our Next Issue) “( impatience and But of Why should you? However, if you~ you don’t want ~me, se First farm in Burleigh count; }was that of Mike Feller who make: ed vegetables in Bismarck in 1872. sing, Re Call 58: REDMAYNES