Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, July 16, 1915, Page 9

- B~ \ | The Bees Ho—méfiMag:azine Page Mystery of the Eskimos THE BE By GARRETT P, SERVISS, There s nothing more interesting or more eduocative in the magnificent halls of the American Museum of Natural His- tory, In Central Park West, than the lifeltke figures and scenes representing the aboriginal (‘“from the veginning’’) in- Habitants of the American half of the wordd. Among these are some groups showing the dally life and occupations of the Bwkimos, one of which, an Eskimo woman fishing through a hole in the foe, s herewith reproduced by photo- graphy. There is a deep mystery enveloping the Bskimos. They may be called the people of the North Pole, for they dwell far- ther north than any other race and par- tially surround the Arctic end of the earth's axis. According to the Encyclopedia Ameri- cana, the total number of Eskimos in ex- istence does not exceed 40,000, and these Are scattered all across the northern end of America, tho Arctic islands, Green- land, and a part of the coast of Siberia. How 4 the come to be where they are: Did their race spring Into existence fn the far morth, independent, from the beginning, of the other races of man- kind; or are they the descendants of some anclent, forgotten people, driven toward the north by a stronger race, or by olimatic changes, in prehistoric times? An exceedingly romantic and fascinat- ing theory concerning the origin of the Fiskimos s that of Prof. Boyd Dawkins, ‘Wwho maintained that they were the sole survivors of the prehistoro *“‘cave men™ Of western Burope. The arguments in favor of this view nre clearly summed Up in Prof. John Fiske's ‘Discovery Amriericn.” Do You Know That ‘The ohurch porch in former days was the place selected for the payment of ldowries, - legncies, etc. Marriages were solemnised in porches; faire held there, beggars plied their calling, and great persons were buried in the porch “0. K.” as an expression of satisfac- tion is derived from “Aux Cayes,” from ‘which opce the best tobacco and rum came. Ultimately everything of the best ‘was designated ‘0. K.” Last year America produced 700,000 more motor vehiclea than in the previous twelve months. The total number was 1,808, 4d1—from which ' the receipts were $11,025,205.56—as aguinst 1,127,040 in 1913, By Gouverneur Mon;r]s and Charles W. Goddard Cepyright, 1918, Star Compeny. " Synopsis of Pevious Chapters. ol.vomr_ & ent factory, where a gréat many girls x.n" employed. Here she shows her“m- Read It Here—See It at the Movies cullar ber gir girls she is able to calm a threatened strike, and the ‘‘boss” overhearing her is moved to grant the relief the girls wished, also to right a great wrong he had one one of them. Just at this point the wer, and makes friends with all companions. By her talks to the catohes on fire, soon a blazin to escape wit! and the work furnace. Celestia the other girls, and Tommy Barclay rushes in and car- :Il‘zhher out, wrapped In a big roll of oth. After rescuing Celestia from the fire, Tommy is sought by ‘who_undertakes to Banker Barclay, persuade him to give up the . Tommy refuses, und Celestia m to wed her dirsctly. He can Stilliter to a co- e of wealthy mining men, who 1a oqll.u‘mns ter belng disinherited, Tommy sought in the o8, Ho tries to head med strike by ing the a ners’ ers see Barclay, who re- Bldes to lisien ‘o them. The stéike 13 on, ors to turn n"mrmn gun o wen when they attack the stockade. ts the mine owners busy to get rid of 'ommy. NINTH EPISODE, Tommy was in a position at once ridiculous and terrible, He strove to free himself without hurting the woman. ‘Then came a rush of heavy feet up the stair, and the bedroom door was carried inward clean off its hunges, and through the opening come Gunsdorf. Rage had transformed him into a beast, It was fortunate that he was unarmed. To him it must have appeared as If his wife had just torn herself free from Tomumy. At the threshold of the room #tood Gunsdorf's three friends, at once menacing and abashed. ““What is 1t?' thundred Gunsdorf. There was a silence. Then Mrs. Guns- dorf epoke, her hands at her throat, as it with difficulty. “He was hiding behind the door,” she #sald; “when I'd passed into the room, he slammed it shut and went for me."” “Is this true?’ Guonsdorf faced him and advanced toward him, with clenched hands. “She'll tell you next’' said Tommy, “that I locked the door and put the key tn my pocket." He spoke with 80 much scorn and as- surance' that Gunsdorf hesitated, and turned toward his wife. “It's Just what he did do,” she sald; “be locked the door and put the key in his pocket.” Tommy's hands dropped into the pocket of his jucket, and bis right hand closed upon the door key. He did not need to speak. His face told the story, Slowly he withdrew the key from his pocket and tossed It onto the thread-bare carpet, ““This looks bad, Gunsdor he sald; “but if you'll listen to me~"" “I will listen to you in hell” sald Gunsdorf. “Take him, boyse." Gunsdort's three friends came slowly forward. “They're going to kill me If they can,” thought Tommy; “and I don't waut to be killed.” He drew a long breath and clenched his fists. “Don’t kill him,” suddenly, “not yet. “Why not yet? growled Gunsdorf. “Because, you fool, if you kill bim here cried Mrs, Gunsdorf An Eskimo woman fishing through the ice. One of the striking groups at the American Museum of Natural History. OMAHA, FRIDAY., JULY « Unique Among the Races in Pre- « ferring to Live in Arctic Oold “They will think—oh, don't make me say it" Gunsdort began to scratch the back of his head. ““That is true,” he sald presently. “We had better take him away somewhere. For now we will tie bdm. When it is dark we will take him away somewhere In & carriage. We will take with us a stick of dynamite. A stick of danimite with & lighted fuse makes a fine gag to ®o in a man’s mouth, It keeps him quiet fovever.” “You don't need to take him away,” sald Mra. Gunsdorf; “there's a fine strong elm tree in front of the house. Take him downstairs, call in the boys, énd read them the telegram he's got in his inside pocket. Nobody need mention me—and the boys'll do the rest. * * * The dirty spy:"” Gunsdorf and his three friends closed In upon Tomumy from three sides. Mrs, Gunsdorf crept stealthily along the wall to take him in the rear, “Gunsdorf,” sald Tommy suddenly, “Just read that telegram. You can't hang a man on that. It's from the man who adopted me and brought me up. We differed because I am on the side of labor. He says he wants to see me on important business. That doesn't make me a spy, does it? Be reasonable.' Ordinarily, for Guusdorf had an intelll- gent mind, he would have placed a just value upon the telegram as evidence against Tommy. Just now his resson was blinded by jealous rage. It is doubt- ful if he even read the telegram. He crumpled it in his hand and thrust it into his trouser’s pocket. At that moment, seeing that the affair had passed beyond reason and debate, Tommy stepped quickly forward and lifted Gunsdorf clean from the floor with a terrific right-hand blow under the point of the ohin. Swift as lightning he turned and struck the nearest of Gunsdorf's friends between the eyes. ' This cleared the way to the door, and he sprang to- ward it, but only to fall heavily on his face, for Mrs. Gunsdorf had grappled him from behind about the ankles. A minute later they had him over- powered and tied him hand and foot. Fifteen minutes later Tommy stood on the top of a stepladder, surrounded by an enraged mob of men and women who showered vile epithets upon him. The stepladder stood immediately onder the Umb of a great elm tree. With this limb Tommy was loosely connected by a length of quarter-inch hemp rope. Other ropes had been attached to the foot of the ladder upon which he stood, so that At & signal it could be yanked suddenly from under him. Tommy was not frightened, He was dazed from rough handling, and somehow he couldn't belleve that they really meant to hurt him. It was merely an unpleas- ant dream from whicn he would presently Wwaken safe in bed. Then his roaming eyes mt Gunsdorf's. Guunsdorf ne longe: looked strong and terrible, but shrunken rapidity. Presently, Tomuny caught sight of Mrs. Gunedorf. He shook his head sently at her, as much as to say, "“You | know you really ought not to be such a story teller!” \ (To-Ee Cogtinued Tomorrow.) and pussled. His eves bilnked with great | Why I Married a Second Time : By DOROTHY DIX. “Bvery marriage,” said the Middle- Aged man, reflectively, ‘“is a profound mystery to the but & sec- ond marriage 18 an insoluble enigma that they do not even try to solve. Ro- mance and the foolhardy daring of youth account for people getting mar- ried the first time, but why should those who have ascertained from experience the perils of matrimony tempt its dangers again? “It looks, to the outsider, as it the man or woman who had been hap- pily married the first time would be afraid to marry again on the princi- ple that lightning does not strike twice in the same place, and that he or she could not hope to find again a mate equal to the first, and that he or she would refuse "'a lesser love,” as the poet puls it “Also it looks as if those who had becn unhappily married, and who bad thelr fingers in the mmtrimonial fires couldn’t be dragged by wild horses within tele- phoning distance of the altar again. “But nothing of the kind happens. Ex- perience seems to cut no ice in matri- mony. Those who have been happily married, and those who have been un- happily married, rush blithely back into the holy estate and leave us wondering why. “In my own case it was necessity. It was because a wife was the only answer to a tragic domestic problem. It was because only a woman's hands, and the hands of a lady, were strong enough and gentle enough to save for one all that I held of worth in the world. “And whatever else I have given to my second wife, T have given to her a passionate gratitude whose depths she does not even guess, because I dare not tell her how desperate was my mneed of her, “When T was a young chap T married a nice girl, and we Nved contentedly and happily enough together. I was no saint wd she was no angel, and we had an+ rittle ups and downs, but we were buld- ing up together, too, and were absorbed in that and in/our home and little boy. ““Then, after ten years of this pleasant Darbey and Joan existence, my wife died suddenly—in that most tragic of all deaths, when she gave her life for that of a little daughter. “At her death, all the old tendernoas and romance rushed back upon me, and 1 was heartbroken, and then in the midst of my griet T was confronted with the appalling domestic situation that her loss had ecreated. Both Mary's fnother and mine had long passed away, neither ono of us had ‘any convenient women relas tives that could be called upon to fill the gap In my household, and so there I was left with my two motheriess children and my mistressless house to take care of. “And I don’'t know how to do ft. I had no more idea of what to do for a tiny baby than I had of how to perform a surgical operation. I could figure out to the last ounce how much steel it would take to build a million-dollar skyscraper, but I sat down baffled and helpless be- fore the grocery book. I could manage a thousand workmen, but not & cook or & nurse. “I did the best I could. I hired a high- priced baby expert to take care of the little ones, and a housckeeper to run the bystanders, 16, 1915. The “I COULD FIGURE HOW MUCH STEEL TO PUT IN A MIL! BUILDING, BUT I WAS HELPLMSS WITH A BA Tells His Story. : : : Father with Two Babies ON-DOLLAR RBY." house, and therofore I lived in & state of | words were the replioa of the dialect of perpetual squabbles betweon the out that the drawn battle between them had resulted In one or the other leaving ‘the house. Sametimes the baby was walling with hunger because the nurse had gone. Sometimes 1 went hungry be- cause the cook has departed. “'And the bills were something frighttul. | There was waste, and extravagance, and thievery in every department, with no comfort anywhere in spite of the large expenditure, Worse still, with no one| but hirelings to look after him, with no anchor to hold him to home, my little boy soon began to run the streets, and | to become an uncouth litle hoodlum. | “I stox! this pandemonium of a home for two years, und then, vshen my little girl began to talk, and her first lleped two, ; a Bwedish nurse I happened to have at coming home, time after time, to find| that time, T realized that the only salva- tion for me and my children was for me to marry again. “And I did. I found a noble woman who must have felt caMed to the mis- slonary field, for she took me and my discorded household in her beneficient care, and brought order out of chaos, Sho has been a real mother to my ohild- ren, who love her ag well as they could have loved their own mother, and I have loved their mother, and I have repald her for all her goodness to me and mine by striving to do everything in my power (o make her happy, and, as I sald, by a passionate gratitude whose depths I would not like her to know, for I should not have married again had I not been driven to it by necessity.” Probably You Were Not Tactful, Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 attended a wed- ding as best man. Later the girl to gaged arrived with a friend of hers. Being best man I b r dance the main dances with the e s{;d maid of honor. When we were be- ginning to dance the quadrille I being the IlIfY one who knew how to supervl had to dance with the bride, an ridegroom danced with the mald of A friend of mine, who I had in- troduced to my fiancee, asked to dance with her, but she refused, 1 begged her to stay a short while after, and when she found me alone she sald to me: “'Y P a partner for me. Bince then we have parted, Will you klnfl‘a‘{ln me your advice as_to wh Was t? AN Your flancee did speak to you rather sharply, but probably she felt belittled and neglected and was fairly goaded into the -reply. Did you go to greet her as soon as she arrived? Did you take her to speak to the bride and groom? Did you ask her and the girl friend to for- give you for any lack of attention be. cause of the duties of a best man? Or did you just assume that she would un- derstand and leave her to nurse feelings of being hurt and neglected and belittled 0 XI10U8, | into a flame? Don't quarrel abgut a misunderstanding like this, but remem- ber that women are especially sensitive about the treatment they recelve from the men they love. “Making Good.” Dear Miss Fairtax: While upon my cation recently, 1 met a young man wit! whom 1 have ome 1ml.| Infatuated. Tv‘"dm.hll.f lb'forh“l eft for home he aske would cease acceptil t- tuntlun-""mm other men at home ll'_d“ would not go out with any oth end In the meanwhile would strive to make good" for me. I luv.v"l en him no definite answer as yet. hat shall do? MYRTLE, I never advocate a girl's walting for a man to.be able to marry her and in the meantime remaining {n the position where she is neither ongaged nor free. The fickleness of men in such lnstances a8 yours is the cause of much unhappi- ness, Have a definite understanding and ft it is & matter of a year or two and Jou feel that you care enough to walt, dc so. But I think It would be wiser to retain your freedom until he has proved himself worthy of your trust. < Minor Lights of Stage Plead for Fair Play By ELLA WHEELER WILOOX. (Copyright, 1916, Star Company.) Here Is a most interesting letter worth giving In whole. All of us who attend theater and opera feel a ~vague, even when vivid, interest in the chorus girls; VARU® when ap- plied to her as an indtvidual, and vivid when applied to her as an artist We are all in- clined to think of her as & gay, laughing, dancing oreature, not given to & vory se- rious vein of thought, Thls let- ter wihl give us » now view. I have been wondering whether It were beyond your privilege or Inolination to write an article concerning the chorus girl and her rights; namely, of the grand opera chofus, with which 1 have, at tinjes, been affillated. My sense of justice rebels at the general attitude assumed toward her—not sq much a leck of respect toward her from & moral standpoint, a4 from a financial: ahd an appreciation of her talentd and musical intellect, in comparison with < the 80- called artists of grand opeér. YAl who will stop (o consiter thls question in a broad sense will resiize that the chorus and Its good-wurk Is as essential to the success of grand operi as all the principal characters—yet when we come to the salaries accorded these two elements the contrast is too ridiculous (o state. 1 do not say that the artists and heads of such a company receive ten gZreat a compensation for thelr efforts; but | am moat anxious to know the.dis- interested opinion of an outsider regard- Ing the meager 318 and $30 per week. to girls who work day and night in an ex- acting profession where the hours of re- creation ure very uncertain and the re- gime includes Sundaye as well week days. ‘‘Are we imposed upon, because it is the general opinion that we make it up in other questionable ways, or is it be- cause we have no ‘unions' to stand up for our rights and ideals? BSurely the salaries of the mont insignificant smell- part artists exceed by far this sum, and they billed to appear at most three times o week (with u few exceptions), 1 should ltke to know why a Chieago com- pany or any other company pretending to boost its local talent and empldying most of it in the chorus, does not honor the service to a greater extent for the short season of its existence. but my appeal is for the grand opers chorus girl and I hope it will not be ignored at some future date when it will be convenient for you to write on the subject. C G 3" It has long been the conviction of the writer that the salaries paid by theatrigal and operatic companies needed revising. Leading artists are almost invariably overpaid In America; those who are Im- portant factors In helping to make the sucoess are underpaid. Just as the rep- resentatives of corporations recelve sal- arles altogether out of proportion to the wagos pald their efficient employes. 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