Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, April 16, 1910, Page 15

BEE OMAHA, SATURDAY APRIL 16, 1910. “Ome woman in the United States has a | Begine Brightside. “and she got it for mak- ing good bread ‘She gave em bread and they hasded Ber & stone. eh?™ queries Son. with a mid @splay of interest. idly putfing smoke { Tings toward his respected parent “They say nobody conid beat her at bread baking.” eontinues Faiher “Tll bet her hubby told her she colln't PUt Over the loaves like mother. at that retorts Son. “Nobody can make bread these days like Gur mothers did when 1 was & boy,” ssserts Pather. “That's what they all say,” is Son's flip- pant reply. “Why eat bread when you ean | et cake, anyway? The only ginks who Wee ap for the loaf nowsdays are those & trifie shy on the magume. There fsn't any Wild elamor among the rest of the populace for piain bread. Everything eise on the bill | of fare has gone up in prics. but the stat? of life, which proves that we don': need the dough “Women folks used to take as much de- | Hght in turn! out a ;. n successful batch of \jead as they do now in giving a six- * |aaything on her when it comes to passing dough to make bread when she can sepa- rate menuumh_my‘-'.rml and go and buy it at five cents & throw. What's the use when there's a dellcatensen interest " | little wifie in this town keeps hanging on | v fare was met pep- “YHEY BEAT IT FOR. THE NEARESY K INA JOINT. real hotel to stick around her kitchen at home, frying round steak for & mere man, the Carnegie medal fund cught to look her up. She's a genuine heroine. The classy | |iady that baked the prize bread hasn't {around the marbie slabs. “It may seem difficult for the rising gen- erstion.” Father admits, “to picture & wife who actually loves to bake cook sew and perform similar household duties.” “1 love my cosey cook stove, but oh. you Broadway chefi” exclalmu Son. “That's |the kind of ‘Home Sweet Home' motto | !the wall in a neat frame and large type {where hubby has to look it over every |evening. Whemever they have the price they best it for the mearcst pink ink fooed | | Joint.” “T don't eall that stuff real food,” sniffs father. T could mever subscribe toward |getting & monument for a woman who | would be contented with & meal like that.” “Take it from me pop. ittle Gladeyss will say mix on the marble shaft. too, it {any man will promise fo buy ber table @'hote dinmers fcr life and let her forget how to jugkle & kitchen range.” conciudes { Son. 2 Jennings Bryan occurred ble, provided their terms expire on Mareh erstwhile ro-|3, 11l Members of the legistatures which 4 e " when James made Uic elect. United States sesators next January .| vealine thut they are important persom- ages these days, and many of them are dfifting to Washington to get the lay of | diw wse United Statcs senaior does was sus- | hunself eut until the fIfth year of his Oliver Cremwell—The Man with & Great (emviction. Text 1, Cor. 1618 “Quit Yourseives Like History is of true value when it discloses to us the right principle of living—vaiuable when it gives us a vision of siandards that endure. The duty of the bistorian is mot | simply that of & marrater of events, but addition o the accurate statement of the facts he should eiucidate the principies that underiies the facts. If it be thus written (the Bibie stands pre-eminent in this field), there is Do study to which man can apply himeelf that will give him such a pro- found knowledge of the mer.ts and demerits of principle and of men as that of uni- versal history In our journey through this immense field we behold the springing into life of mew empires, the kind of men who buiided them —what motives actuated these men in their life work; their achievements in war, in a7t in literature—then we notice the subtle gathering of those forees of intestine die cord and moral corruption that have con- sumed many of these nations away forever, leaving but a few meiancholy ruics as a sad reminder of their fallen greatmess. To- day we see the bat winging his drow flight, and the spider weaving its web : the ruined and stient temples of ancient | found. Great and nobie men are the world's | these tempters. But upon the funeral pyle of [invested capital and it is every .man's| Cromwell was whelly unselfish many of these nations that have passed |duty to here colleet his interest and then | jetter written in 1657, into the abyss of eternity, we bebold today | with his own life 334 as much as possible the English government wis resting o Dewer and bettet nations, and though there |to this great, interest-bearing principal for | heavily upon his shouiders, when he trod mations. have been ages of darkmses and tears and | heartaches. yet we belleve that thls oid Sorrow laden bark of humanity has been | we find men who have been great only In|oourse that a great position, & great slowly moving and is still moving through | geniue. They gave their time and genius |authority I8 & great burden. but I know this panoramic sea of history, toward 2|for self aggrandisement. They groveled in|it 1" During these days he often re- Barbor of universal Wberty and brotherbood | o quagmire of seifishmess. But on some marked for man. There are some names that rise higher | and higher in the estimation of men as the world moves om; instead of fading, their chievements become more and more Jumi- mous—brighter and yet brighter to each succeeding generation. It is in one of these ' brilliant constellations that we see shin- ing with an ever increasing luster, the star of Oliver Cromweil. | A Sower is beamtifui—the great ruggad | Peak of the mountain is majestic—the mid- | might skies with their myriads of stellar| lights inspire us with awe, but all these Pale into nothingnéss, whem compared to the dark and sober sky of history Mmspir- | ing this dark and stuggling world to | expect, to work for, acd then to awalt, The elevation of mankind—of every soul Is the end of creation and not the develop inspire and elevate in thought, morals and rightecus- ness the individual citisen. And let the in- dividual citigen iive much in the history of men, for this inspiraton is there to be men. AS we read through the pages of Bistory | of these pages of history there shines in | whem amid The destruction of our oid apple trees threatens the supply of genuine French briar. The boll-weevil bas brought untold havee ‘with this year's importations of purk olive oil With the invention of the bath tubin 1 | the number of perfume factories decreased 9 per cent. The .easigst tilng to touch is someone who wanis a fader. tasit tne manieuring Alr* or “The Butterfly that Talks.™ The Gemeral Ruie. Opinions are in scant demand “Tis thus in every game— The piayers get the money and The umpire gets the biame. THE LOVE STORY OF A HOTEL MUSICIAN BY EMIL . glorious splendor the deeds of the noble| A large, empty summer hotel, fitted out great. Whether the great man will be sel-{ for the comfortable housing of hundreds. fish or altruistic wiil depend upon his qual- |and now, & week before its opening. ooccu- fties of beart And early training fgures | pied by 50 one but the manager and his largely in the decision of what these quall- | stenographer, fhe bousekeeper and myweif ties shall be. According a8 & man 8| was not exactly exciting, even for & clerk taught to thisk, does be do. Barly environ-| It was late et night when I found an ment is & mighty factor in the doterming | envelope, a large yellow one, which had of buman charaeter. Well for ™hat you ' failen and slmost dtsappeared down a who spends much of his time and thought | crack under the mail slot In the desk. How with nature and nature's god | ® had siipped so far over was a mystery There are two. arch enemies that strive | Uniess the person mailing it had been very to cause the Sownfall of every mas. They | Careless or under the stress of great haste are pain and plessure. Pain says 1 can |and excitement At anmy rate, it must have mever leave you while you are struggling | Deen dropped while in the tin pox ®0 hard $o sehieve, but If you will cease | Meceive it was being emptied by your toll and struggle, then I will Jeave | Doy assigned to that duty. A coincidence ¥ou £o rest Pleasure keeps up an ever- |Such as occasionally will sceur sent It Into lasting whispering of, 'what's the use— |the crack, where it had remained seven- What's the use” You are struggiing 36 | teen years fof me to discover. The addrss hard to gain what may be & very lttle | Was quit Hlegidle Life js %o short. why spend it in such con- | No one Bad witnessed the find. I retired | stant effort. Why not give up all this us- {4 my room and to my bedtime pipe with pleasant girife and live in ease with me | pothing to disturd a quiet examination of You all hear thess things. Every man hears | the jetter—for such I made it out to be— | them, and whether or mot we will move' The letter read & foliows: | up with truth and deveiopment or whether | ‘BREAKWATER INN, Sept 2 IM2. |we wii sink down down, down mto| .gp e -~ ragyinBe s Fo Y | v . - owe . 3 otiingaess will depend exactly wpon 3¢ | aonsy ou know that 1 can ot piay but to manmer in which we tveat the volces of . st - {you, that my viol {Ing with the marveldus onder of your In 8| prescnce, that yow are mine, meant to be when the burden of | gyn, from the very beginning of ail things? “There. It is doce. I have dared to give form to my thoughts; dared even to put M-m..\n‘u'mxlu\e, when I think of you—a Lisst melody come o life—and of myself, I am almost afraid o read them. “I wonder Just what | am to you. Part {of the hotel, I suppose, ltke the waiters, the goif caddies, the tabies you eat from. My violin helps to pess the time you must spend over your coffee. When I coax it | the winepress aione, he said: “It bas been | meretofore & matter of philosophical dis- concerning message I would have it convey, it is stil] the beauty of your voice | e . chat on the broad, shad- i as the tabouret | cherish— are not they | opulent in material weaith. but they whe have fought for and wom a spiritual king- f@om, a kingdom that iives and encourages | noble achievement in every generation, and a kingdom that is won only by the warrior | [ whose soul is on fire with a great com- | viction. | I love to think of Cromwell on the eve | of the battie of Marston Moor, as I love to “ ‘D¢ you really care for that sort of stuff, Ralph? you asked me, concermediy: and the way you drew your scar{ further over your shonider when you said ‘stuff! “You were drawing It away from my music stand, sway from me. It seemed %o Wrong., so temily wrong Whether I cared for that sort of stuff er not made @ifference than whether the borse .!?igl[?! i ”5;‘" ' !E! know Marston; I imow the very of the man and what his men go. We musicians and clerks scmebow get to know do. The worid Is I .A Wi T, i i By gk Egn Bexid akd Hii sif to whisper, o plead. o tremble with the | and stared Amazement brwildermeny, fright crossed your features. And them very suddenty, you luughed, as you would bave laughed at a circus clown. But net long. All at once your expression changed *o one of scorn, and you surveysd me from Bead to foot with flashing eves. Wiy you sald; ‘why-you comtemptl Ble cowara™ | “Then you turned t» waik oft I was half choked with pain for you and wity the pity of it, but I managed to speak Please—one moment—you d0 POt KBOw— “You turned like a flash | "What don't I kmow? “I told you s rapidiy as I could, aboug >|Mttle red-haired Maggle You clfuched your teeth at that a bit and yeur dreath me more rapidly. Then you Geifberately ted. Your kitchen gosslp is of no interest to me’ you swid | “ You know it is true know 1’ And suppose 1 dot Then you did walk off. belleve my éars. ‘Tou kaew that you kmew. ‘Out near the lighthouse I could wee where Marston was putting his besutitwl sloop through ber paces, hoMing her be- fore the wind uatl' the red keel fiashed high above the water. Then, as you walked towand the breakwater, 1 looked at your siim shoulders, your frail, grace- ful body, the probd Hift of your head and [ eould not go. | “As I came up you turned amd your | snger was the more genuine, for the tears. 1 saw glistening in your eyes. * ‘Must you insist on insulting me” you {cried. ‘Are you just an ordinary coward, 1 besged. ‘You 1 could hardly You admitteq | as accompitshment pro- | } KITCHEN GOSS! or is there after all a spark of hemor lef) in you?r honer? “You @idn’'t know, you see, Madelive. £ ‘Honer! What & I feit. of course. all during the terrible week that followed, that I ought to leave st once. Yet something told me to stay, {And now at last I know why. | "Dr. Morris had a little talk with me { it i remarkable how the mem of science, rather than the philanthropists and the philosophers, are coming mere and churge of (he Wesichester place. “He had charge of the hupeless cases em- clusively. “They don't usually tell a man when he is an H. C. And I vuppose it Sn't. as g i and Then his cordiality is once more on WP members | house side at the present time | old reguiars ere guessing which count- | cat s going te jump mext fal amd they threugh | are faking no chances. All the members o re snxjous to huve good reports of them | | “1 shall mail this 10 you tomerrow Just before we start.” The manager put his head in &t the door. “Sull up? e asked, sociably. “What say, to 3 mild intoxicant before retiring?" “T'm on, if #'s sot too mild~ I said, E ULBS BLOS- o URING SECOND YEAR bulds the and blossom of their swD sceord If the bulbs are 1o be used in the houre they should be given different for in the ate awtumn 183 ] i l i i ."5 [ !!'x' i . s 311 i ! | st f i s E g il : i i it £ ) | i 'I‘ H o i i I i f ; r!sr?ig fs ili ¥