Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, May 29, 1915, Page 16

} \um a smarting. wound it must have SR o e g K o 2o . THE BEE o * OMAHA, SATURDAY, Lethe By JANE Death wore so fair a presence and How could T know his footsteps on M'LEAN. he trod with scarce a sound the petal-covered ground, Where silken silence spreads its net and dusky dreams aboun.® Time dragged his veil behind me, a pall of pain:racked hours, Death strewed the rosy path ahead with apple blossom showers, And all the alr was rife with cong and sweet with dying flowers. I would have seized the ehalice to my breast and quaffed away Death's potion of forgetfulness, but Life must say me nay. Shipping her cold hand into mine she bade me work and pray. Another of the Hearts lWin oe Right-O Stories By DOROTHY DIX. “Bureka! I have found it,”" exclaimed the Bookkeeper triumphantly, as he lald down the newspaper he had been reading. ‘“Found what—a sure tip as to which way the cat Is jump in the stock market? in- quired the Btenog- rapher tartly. “"Better than that. I have found out how to make a killing with the fe- male sex,” replied the Bookkeeper complacently. ‘“You know, no matter hat mort of = ff he throws, ofery man in his secret soul yearns to know what par- tloular line of soft talk & woman will fall for, and I have just ascortained the mever-fail brand that will make women come and eat out of your hand when you feed it to them.” “How did you get wise?’ asked the Stenographer. “By improving my mind by reading the newspapers,” said the Bookkeeper. “Here's an account of a divorce suit in which: the deperted husband testified that thé gay deceiver who broke up his home and stole his wife away from him did so by calling her ‘a poor, tired little kid,' though the lady was as husky as Jess fllard, and welghed 230 pounds. “That's the dope; that's the magic formula that you've only got to utter and‘the deors of the feminine heart will {ly open-before you. ‘You poor, uru] little kid' Do you get all the subtle n to’ pouth,~and helplessness, and {enderness, and protection poured out ‘at; & woman's feet. B‘I)‘l;kl» it I hu:;.: . middle-aged wife, and some man :‘n‘::‘gsxh to say .‘. thing like that to her, I'd say: ‘Here, take her; you're a better man than I am.’" X “That man ocertainly was a head- lineg in.the Romeo cllll."u‘ldmlt’(::“tho enographer. ‘1 guess there a woman in the world, from Mrs. Pank- hurst. down, who wouldn't be flattered to, death to be called a kid, and I know {hers isn’t & mother’s daughter of us who | doesn't want ‘to be sympathized with and | told she's bearing & load Meavier than she should, even whep she's doing exactly what she wants to do. So I don't know that I blame the lady who cloped with &/ man with gumption enough to call her a tired 1ttle kid.'"™ t ‘P::.-m thing, asreed the Bookkeeper, #and the less she looked like a poor, tired Tittle kid the more soothing to her feel-| ngs must have been the appellation. No ) oA of our near ) er | see that h considered her an able-bodied | person, ‘capable of doing & full day's| ‘work. “Doubtiess he had also remarked upon Ter heft. He may even have compared her jnvidiously with slim young maldens half her age and a third her welght. " “Under such conditions how like balm z“pun-dm-.ln that? . Why, it's a, Jihes| K o “been to be called a ‘poor, tired little kid." Mot “even a ' mofiument of virtue could have, Tesisted & suitor with such a hon- eyed tongue as that.” “There's one thing' observed the Advice to Lovelorn Ry BEATRIOE FATRFAX Make Him Prove Himself. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am in love with a ;:J;k“mnn and 1 know my love is re- | turned. . Our parents have agreed. H Lverything wes satisfactory until | lately, when he lost his position. He | says that, unless I get married to him | secretly, he won't try to get work and | will leave town, mever to come back; | it If I do as he wante, he will try hard to get a job snd see that ke comes to| something. Now, my dear Miss Fairfex, your kind | advice’ would be greatly cppreciated, as T told him 1 would xive him my answer a goon as I see your answer printed in | the paper—whether you think 1 would do | right to get married secretly, before my | sweetheart #hows me that ho “an support me, and whether it Is right on his part b esk me lo do such a thing. | {EART-BROKEN. The fncentive of winning the girl he loves ought fo make a fine man labor honestly and seriously and.with all his might I am a'hearly disbeliever in se- ret marriages. They génerally résult in unhappipess. . Marriage is & sacred and serious ‘thing and ought to take place | with dignity and the knowledge of one's | nearest afd Cearest relatives. Put him on his mettle~to be ambitious enough | o get a fresh start and to be able to| marry you openly because he fs able to | take care of you and has won you | Don't Worry About It. | Miss Falrfax: 1 am a girl of i My parents nave no objection to my entertaining boys, but as most boys | do mot like music, and that is the only | thing 1 can think of, 1 feal very awk- Dear yeards ward when they visit me TNL | ¥Yau are very young to think of enter- tainipg. When your boy friends come | they ocught to be glad to hear music. | Ther there are games, such as letters, &uesses, ctc, which are entertaining and pducational. | |we are more Stenographer, “that’ I've 'neticed abont | most men and women, and that is that | | they'd rather be praised for their de- | focts than their virtues, flatter a pretty’ woman, don't her beauy, but hurl a few her intellect, even i she haan't got any applaud more brains than a hen, and if you want | {to et a smart woman going, fust hand her a few about her complexion and figure, even though she's ugly enough to stop the clock. “Same way with a man. | know a | doctor who's done wonderful things in | his profession that have made him world famous, but the way to jolly him isn’'t to talk about his scientific achieve- ments, but to praise his poetry—and he writes the worst verses you ever heard, and I know a successful literary man who purrs under your hand if you praise his cjothes apd tell him he's a second Beau Brummel. “It's & funny thing, but it looks as it the less truth there is in flattery the sweeter it is and the more it goes to our heads. “Right-o, said the Bookkeeper. It you want to bouquets at | An Electro-Magnet Extracting a Shell-Splinter from a Wounded Soldier—An Operation in ai French Hospital at Bordeaux. These photographs show an apparatus devised by a well known French surgeon, Prof. seen applying it to a wounded soldler in the Grand-Lebrun hospital at Bordeaux traces the movement of the splinter showing . the splinter slightly higher. Read It Here—See It at the Movies, Cepyright, 1015, by The Star Co. All For- elgn Rights Reserved. SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTER. After the tragic death of John Ame bury, (his prostrated wife, one of Amer- ca’s’ greatest beauties, dies. At her death f, Stilliter, agent of the in- terests, kidnaps the beautiful 3-year-old baby girl end brings her up In & - dise where. she sees no man, but thinks she Is taught by angels, who Instruct her for her mission to reform the world. At the age of 18 she is'suddenly thrust into the world, where agents of the interests are ready to find her. By an accident the hero sees her first and hides with her in the Adirondacks. SECOND INSTALLMENT. “Well, I'm jiggored,” sald Tommy. I haven't found a snake, but I've found the next best thing. Now what the devil is Prof. Stilliter doing in this parc of the ‘world ?* Again he lifted the glasses and again saw the professor. He appeared to be polishing something on' the sleeve of his Norfolk jacket. Now and then tiie some- thing fiashed brilllantly in the sunlight. It might have been a pocket mirror, or a sreat diamend. Whatever it was, Prof. Stilliter presently dropped in into his pocket, forced his way into a dense elump of bushes at the.very base of the cliff and disappeared. But Tommy weas not to investigate those bushes at the foot of the cliff. He was within a quarter of a mile of them, walking swiftly and quietly along an old lumber trail, when suddenly his quick ear caught a sound of foolsteps and at the same moment his quick eyes | caught a glimpse of something white that | moved. He stepped quickly luto a thicket of alders, crouched low and to all in- tents and purpeses was blotted out of existence Along the trail, his heavy baby face | [-tmmlng with sweat, came Prof. Stilliter (eading by the hand a slim and |lovely giri who carried her head like a 'princess. She was drossed In A white garment that fell in unbroken foids from her shoulders to her feet, like a Roman toga. . On her hare feet she wore thin | sandald; on her bare head & clrclet of #old {n which Jewels flashed. Her mouth ‘had an cxpression of celestial gentlehess and smoothness, but her eyes, half shielded by their lids and Inshes, wete fwithout expression. She seemed to Tommy like a girl, not of this earth, walking in her sleep. He had never seen a face 80 beantiful, so sweet or 8o touch- ingly , innocent. Having passed Tommy's hiding place, Prof. Stilliter turned from the trall and led the heavenly vision to a sort of natural seat. that overlooked a. quiet pool from which Tommy had often taken trout, Fhe sat reflected in the pool, and look- ing straight abead of her, and not see- Ing—f you know what I mean. Irof tiptoeing off. abarfloning her apparently, but when he had gone a little way ne turned and made curious passes in tho air with his hands, and spoke suddenly in a voice of command, the one word, “Wake!" Expression and light came into the with a kind of startied delight. Tommy for mome reason or other was trembling from head to foot. A stick crucked. She turned her head toward the sound, but Prof. Stilliter had made good his tiptoed retreat. IHe was no longer in sight Then Tammy, still trembling with won der and excitement, rose from his hiding place and walked slowly toward her. Thelr oyes met, and the vision smiles the vision smiled the sweetest, most bewitch- ing smile, ang In the gentlest and richest voice that Tommy had ever heard she dsked h'm an estonishing question. “Are you & man?’ as woll as T do.’ “I wasn't sure, she said, “‘untll you fold me. You see I've just come from , my Lord, sald Tommy, ‘“‘she's mad as a hatter. How terrible! And yet '-he looks sane.’ | “T'm Celestia,” resumed the vision, “and I've come from heaven to make ¥ Electro-Magnets How Splinters Are Removed from Wounded Soldiers splinter is-due to part of it overlapping in two exposures, Stilliter had let go her hand apd was | great eyes, and she looked about her | Wy, yes," sald Tommy “Then,” she sald, “this must be the earth.” | “Of course,” h esaid, ‘you know that through the flesh. In the photograph one made before t Showing the little mound or wave formed by the tissues as the metal fragment nears the surface of the body; the final application of the electro-magnet to extract a shell- splinter, = people better and happler. I'm to begip | with Now York. Where is New York?' | 8he lonked about her as it she ex- | pected to find it somewhero among the trees. | “It is a long way from here,” said| Tommy “Then I ought o start at once. Will how me the way, please?" /hy, yos, of course.” Then Prof. Stilliter came back on the run “What the devil are you doing here® |ho examined. “Now don’t get ansgry, old chap. This is one of my patients and"'— | “I'm not angry,’ sald Tommy, nd | don’t call me old chap.” | ¥y Then Prof. Stilliter sank his volce to a whisper. “Her mind,” he said, *is fn | an exceedingly critical condition. Now ! you just vanish, will you? and leave her {to me. She mustn't be upset.” | “One condition of her mind,” said| Tommy, “appears to be fear of you." | Stilliter turnea from him f{mnpatiently. “Come telestia.” he sald, “‘we'll go away | now.” | She shrank from his proffered hand ! | “Celestia,” sald Tommy, ‘“don't you| | want to go with him?" r “No,” she said \ | | | “Don’t he afrald, then sald Tommy, “you shan't.” Tommy Barclay,” said Stilliter, “you| keep out of this or you'll get into trouble. | Come Colestia.” | She ald not stis | Tn & flash Stilliter had drawn a polished | | erystal from his pocket and was forcing | |the girl to look at it. As he did so, he | | My Dear Girls—1f there is one subject more than another you all belleve you thoroughly understand, that Bsubject s men; and. when the time comes when there is Just one man in the world for you, everyone of you is under the im- pression that you can read him back- wards.” Your mother held this view be- fore you,.as some of you may have no- ticed. The amusing part is—that is to u bachelor—that generally speaking you re absolutely and entirely wrong; you |{do mot understand men. not even & man, or the man. We men are not like books of stories in one syllable printed In large type; like—so far as you fair ones are concerned—books in the lavish Chinese language, where you don't even know - where to begin to read, and in which every letter or symbol possesses at least a dozen quite distinct meanings. For some extraordnary—] was about to say reason, but lack of reason is the correct expression, a woman will belioye what another woman says about man- kind far more readily than she will eredit Woman's Ignorance of Man | By AN EXPERIENCED BAI'HI‘II,()R‘(NQ statement of a man, who as such is | | bound to have wider and deeper knowl- edge of that portion of humanity of which | be is & part than the most erudite womsn can possibly have acquired as an out- sider. Take, for. example, that supremely | riiculous assertion—doubtless evolved by some member of your churming sex who couldn’t tell neck of mutton from sir of beef—that the way to was through his palat 1 bave put this more in a man's heart (please note that felicately than the woman tn question d the brute!’ has the currency of a proverb; the ab- surd sentence -was snapped up by your sex as a hungry monke empty nutshell Another widespread fallacy is llef that men are very dense where you are concerned. Many of you cherlsh the fiction that we are incapable of drawing will grab an the simplest deductions, that if we try to add two to two fu any feminine af- fair we shall get a wrong total. Most of your lttle subterfuges are transpar | ert-—charmingly so, Very often—but all the time you put us cown as blind And you make such quaint mistakes, | too. You will often snud a man who s | |all, or at any rate, most of the werld to you—l don't mean on purpose, but | unconsciously, or without being able to help it; while you will give open en- couragement, without in the least in- !tending to, to @ man who might go up in & home-made aerop’ane for all you cared. And you do this all the more if the all-the-world man s present. This' of thing sometimes gives vou a beartache for a day or for anything up | to always, according to whether you are @ thank-goodness-I-can-love-any-man sort of girl, or anything up to the rare and precious one-life-one-love type At the same time it 18 quite right and proper that you should study man. Here you have a vast subject, and one as In- teresting as it is great. Do not lose sight, however, of the fact that you are a mere student and must always remain as such, though some of you will doubt less become more advanced than others —assuming, of course, that you prose- | cute your studies with sympathy ligence and perseverance intel- as Surgeons .| and T'll take a chance. MAY 29, 1915 Magazine Pa Bergonie, here | A radiographic apparatus underneath the dark portion of the he magnet was applied and one nner.j i | | sald In a tone of command Sleep, Ce- lestia, sleep. { Tommy simply stepped forward and | knocked the crystal from Stilliter's hand, and Stilliter turned upon him with & how!l of ruge and attacked him with a shower of windmill blows. Tommy was | no longer a small boy, but an thiete in | the early twentles. He retreated slowly, guarding himself, and then, when he thought he had drawn Stilliter far enough from Celestia, ho quietly reached in under the rain of blows and disarmed him. In other words, he removed those great black rimmed spectacles without which the great psy- chologist was blind and helpless, ““Perha T'm doing wrong.'" said Tommy, “but that girl's afrald of you He darted to the g afrald of me?" No.”" ““Then come." He led her back to the trai!l and along it. S bttt St et tadhastian Sl (To Be Continued Monday.) i I's side. “Are you Graceful Graduation Gown of Muil an [nspiration for College Giri 2 GREBEK veflection ia found in the drapery of the shaped 1lounces that may be regarded as peculiarly befitting the gown of the graduate. For the college gitl who (s seeking in spiration for a graduation gown a Sug- gostion may be obtained from the above sketch. The material is of sheer mull the scalloped edge of the skirt -baing hound with white satin by way of a simple decorative touch, A Greek reflection s caught in the drapery of the shaped flounce which lengthens the bodice, The flounce is headed with fine embroldery, which also Appears across the V implecement of the front. The sleeves are In bishop effect, permitting a half-revelation and half- This model maiptalng the vagus lin through the walst which hes been the mode since Paquin{nstituted the waistiese fashions, almost. a decade ago. These, of course, came as a logleal cesult of the adoption of the straight-frout corset, for which Mme. Bernhardt is gratefully held responsibl ‘ Z and as you lift the glass to your lips reflect that e Z three million or more glasses of this wonderful 4 Z beverage are consumed each day—making it indeed . aooDs Z the great National drink. Blrna wers 2 XL it . I cotton go« % Delicious and Refreshing S ; /////. 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