Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, July 26, 1915, Page 12

By JANE M'LEAN, You are a child of fortune, and the surge is in your veins Of life wild and unbounded and the drive of heavy rains; The pot of gold fast hidden where the rainbow cutsg the blue The lure of wild adventure, for the winds are calling you. The tears that sting your eyeslids and the sob that chokes your throat Are Nature’s golden dowry when you answered to the note Of the throb of life within you and the swallows winging south And the wild 1ift of the ocean and the salt spray on your mouth. Take up your cloak of wanderlust, the minstrelsy that lies Within the wide marsh gpaces and the glint of quiet skies, And know that there are myst'ries in the lure you never knew Along the gypsy roadway—for the winds are calling you! === — = Read It Here—8ee It at the Movies. any friendiler, but one thing was cer- | tain, if harm came to the girl who had | risked her life to warn them of their | | danger it would have to come to her over | | their dead bodles, Wherever she went among the strikers | she ‘was weicomed with a kind of gal- | lant adoration, Bomething about her | meemed, when she entered a room, to pull the rudest and the most ignorant | men to their feet. Bverywhere she went | she preached her gospel, softened hearts and made men and women hopeful of better things. Her rostrum was the kitchen, the front steps, the shade of an elm. She was Indefatigable. No mind, however feeble, was unworthy of her greatest pains. Ldttie children she took upon her knee and talked sense to them. And presently only those who were nat- urally bloodthirsty and who loved violence for its own sake talked openly of at- tacking the stockade. It seemed to Ce- lestia that the strikers’ demands were not unjust, and she determined to end the strike by persuading Kebr and the men he represented to meet their de- mands, Elections were coming on, and the best way to secure the labor vote was to see that labor's envelope was better filled than ever before. With a new form of government in control of the nation's most disinterested and able men there would be such a saving of national waste that doubling the pay of every laborer in the country would be but a drop in the bucket. Tommy could not see any possible good in Celestia's form of millenium. He felt that, Innocently, of course, and Wwith the best intention, she was trying to betray labor into the hands of capital, and he fought her dootrine tooth and nall, But what she seemed to offer was #o glittering and alluring to the poor and needy that Tommy's opposing argu- ments found few listeners in Bitumen. Celestia preached that government of the people by the people for the people has been proved a glgmntio fallure, for two excellent reasons: Firet, It iem't by the people, and second, it isn't for the people. The fathers who set down some very noble aspirations In black and ‘white, were instantly succeeded by poli- ticlans, Who twisted those aspirations | to their own ends. We are today a gove ernment of the people by the politicians and for the politiclans. Patriotiam, if it isn't dead, has gone to sleep. There are patriotic Virginians, patriotic Vers monters, too, but there are very few patriotic Americans. If the great oity of New York under the threat of the enemy’s guns was mulcted of a billion dollars in tribute, do you think -the states far from salt water would care? They'd make a loud nolse with their newspapers, but a majority of their By Gouverneur Morris and Charles W. Goddard Cepyright. 1918, Star Company. Synopsis of Pevious Chapters. After the tragic death of Joun Anes. bl o8| ne of AT srvastot von FProt. kidnaps the #irl und brings her up in she sees no man, but hit by angels who in to reform th donly thi T & The interests are responsi- for the ulx. By accident he is the first meet the litte Am--bu:{-.lfl- A8 she comes form from her FM us Celostic girl from heaven. Nelther Tominy nor each other. Tommy master to rescue Celostu It they hide in ursued ‘where £ : | E i = ® H B i385 of i i} 23 - FARMER'S WIFE . T00 ILLTO WoR Restored to Health by Ly- dia E. Pinkham’s Veg- bt United States success. No ocould be respect for his em- in loyalty to them. So we country to be respectable and or don't we? Let it be run the same American efficlency with Standard Oll company has been run and nobody will be poor and any city will be dirty and full was i i i 8FEER i ] 26. 1915 “When His Ship Came In” “'Oh,” says Youth to me, with “Treasure Island” under his one arm and “Aucassin and Nicolette’ under the other. “Oh, why is it ‘ships’ don’t ‘come in’ with our fortune aboard? Dear Lady, did Romance truly die once—and are all the stories we read only memo- ries of her? Why must I meet the girl I'm going to love, perhaps at a crowded dance, with my collar wilted wet from Castle-polkaing and my hair as though I had been in swimming, with her little nose beaded with dew and her breath coming so fast she can’'t hardly re- peat my name? B Maybe I'll even meet her at a table with a mob of chattering people in bare shoulders and icy gems, with men stuck in between Ilke magples in black and white, my eyes lifting to hers for the first wonderful time when Romance ought to be right there with all her lovely things—over-—over Chicken Southern Stayle! (Though I must say it would be colored with Romance to meet The Girl's eyes over the chicken my mother can make. And I reckon any girl would . find dreams a-plenty in her Destiny’s eyes when it was over frozen strawberry Mousse!)” (Oh, Youth, but your Tummy lies, after all, close to your heart. Maybe it's your own fault that your ship doesn't come in as you would have it.) “Perhaps—it's just as {lkely as not, the way things go—1I'll see her first when my mouth’s wide open with a yell when I'm fanning & foot ball game. And she will say, ‘I'm delighted to meet you, Mr. Um-haha.’ And I'll grin—and my day will have come! Oh, lady, By Nell Brinkley Copyright, 1915, Intern’l News Service. when my ship comes in, not my money ship, but the ship I dream of —why can’t it come in in glory? Trotting the beach some stormy day, as I like to do—with the old gray sea throwing its mane and trampling the sand and boiling in like the dickens, if I saw a great yacht come ashore—or even, who cares, just a little coastwise craft ~—I who am a swimmer, who can ride the breakers like a playing porpoise, would fight my way out to her, where she pounded, and bring back with me out of the gray thunder and wreck & girl, sea- beaten and limp—my share of the rescue. And Love, unseen and smiling through the salt-wash blinding him, would wade out-beside us. There's Romance! 1 would bring my girl out of the sea—if I could have my way—my bit of wreckage that I brought ashore! And, of course, she'd love me—they do in tales. Always! 3 ¥ “When my ship comes in! My dream ship with the girl that grows somewhere for me. If It only won't come in and dock at & regular pier, in regular fashion-—and I there with regular flowers and a regular hat and clothes!” X 8o mourns Youth with ““Treasure Island” under one arm and “Aucassin and Nicolette” under the other. Sighing for color and dream and adventure and the first blooming of Love under the sky of true Romance. Sighing that his “Ship Come In” in the fashion of tales. “Let me bring my girl out of the sea—instead of discov- ,ering her at a dinner ""1‘ over Chicken Southern Style!"—NELL BRINKLEY. Keep Your Eyes on the Heights :.: By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. (Copyright, 1915, by Star Company.) undertakings must be approached by small undertakings. Do not for an instant imagine that you can be great in large things If you.are in the moruing realize that your mental attitude, your volce, your face, your words and your thoughts will have a certain Influence upon the lives of those about you, In your home and in your plice of business. No matler how troubled you may feel over matters resolve to carry light, radi- anve and enthusiasm with you as you Ko through the day. Deveiop your will, shake off the fetters which scem to bind make a beginning in constructive thought. MNefuse to fret, find fault or W'b yourself, “This day shall be a !,l you the little events, little cares, this brief, beautitul little - duties, the Lig Just heow are yYou using only occur occasionally; the Iu'nur wind1 |dren reared on a western farm. The {petty in small ones. When you awake | Secret of Making Life Beautiful Some years ago there were four chil- farm was never especially valuable and (be wisc, was never properly developed. children married and went into theix own homes. The time camie when the parents grew old and pne died; then came the jdea of Jividing the “property.” Two of the children signed away all rights in favor of a third, who was remaining in the old home keys. The Bees Home Magazine Page |/ Necessity of I Young Men Developing Their Hidden Powers. X By REV. DR. CHARLES H. PARK- HURST. In our last article addressed in partic- § Iulnr to young men readers, we divided people into two classes, the valuable and the worthiess, those who put more {into the world than they take out of it, 'and those who také out more thwn they put in. Ta one v the |other of the |classes every belongs. When talk about worthless people, however, we. Imust not be under- derstood to mean that they are physieally mentally or morally | constrieted of such rotten mateilal as to be put bevond the power of loing valu able and of maki thelr worth count on the elde of the world's | advantage and wealth, wealth of a ma- | terfal kind, perhaps, or wealth in char- | actor and service. The safer View to take and the one more respoctful to human nature and to the Divine Author of that nature, is that while some may be move richly endowed by hirth thun others, yet that no one is by bifth a pauper, but coms !nto life with a certaln amount of outfit which it depends u;un the man himself to taky care of and turn to account. Anything less than that would argue injustice on God's part. We should come out all right if we were as good to ourselves as He is good to us and had as much interest as He in our well being and success. Every individual is in this respect like e gold mine deep bitled under the soll. The gold is tnere, but the world is no richer for its being there until, by man's effort, the mine has been worked and the hidden {reasure brouzht out into tho open and converted into some form of practical utility. And yet the owner of fuch a mine prizes it aven hefore the { shafte are sun!- through which the metal 18 to be carrled to the ‘surface; and he | prizes it an? ix willing to pay heavily | in order to bocome the posséssor of it, | becausé imowing that however worth- {less the gold Is =0 long as it remains | eavered, there is that there which. when | uncovered, will become to him an im- mense rource of revenue, Now, the trouble with a lot of you young men is that yo: do not lcok upon your own hidden powers with the same | kind of respect and warm aporeciation with which a man, who has just hecome the owner of a mine, looks upon the hidden metal, He banks upon the gold even hefore he has seen it. Yourselves you do not bank upon. You do not credit yourselves vith being ali that you are. You hiave hot taught yourselves to re- alize al; that it is in you to become and to do. You exist, but do not liva, becanse it you were 1eally thoroughly alive you would grow and continue tn mean more and more to yourselves and others. You set limits to your possibilitics of char- acter and accomplishment There are no limits except those which you met. As some one has said: “The fault is in ourselvee that we are underlings.” | For a man to complain that he does not amount to anything in the world is no more reascnable than it would be for & farmer to complain that the comn which he is still housing in the cornbin is not cecoming - a fresh harvest out in the cornfield. That which hosts of umproe ductive youny men most nead is to have something happen to them that will arouse them from a condition of semie stupor. The favlt is not iack of powen but lack of wakefulness. Scmething hai pened to the city of Chicago & good many years ago and the result was that it got stirred ‘out of its dreams. So of San Franeisoo. The story is told of Sir Issac Newton (I do nct know with what truthfulness) that he never became thoroughly alive and awake till soine one kicked him just below the belt. The story may be true. There Is no Rood reason why it might not be. | Even in the matter of physical strength no one quite reulizes how strong he is (till he falls into & hole where ne Has to gather himsclf together in ordef to get out. That accounts for thé fuct that a |larger proportion of people Born In | straitenad circumstanees come to some- {thing than thoee ‘who enter life under | circumstances more comfortable. The | productive rasks of soclety have comtin- {ually to be reciuited from familles that There are thousands of human beings, | had to struggle in order to get along. A many of them belleving themselves to |youns bird might never find its wings cultured and educated, whose |'Were it not cousiderately flung out ot All the |minds day in and day out do no more |the mest by the mother bird, who I8 sen- in the making of an eternal harmony of life than do the kittems walking over |fledgling sitle anough to understand that the vill always remain a fledgling [ till something nappens ‘to it disturbing To worry and fret about the weather; | #Rough to make it a real hird. to have continual, anxiety about what | you eat and its effect upon you; to |In A lvely way ly saying that certain be afraid of draughts and germs; to |Childrea immedlately upon being born The point I am making is ilustrated But the fourth member of the family entered a wild protest, claiming that the matter was unjust and unfair, and finally an aged parent ,was haled Into court and A feud and enmity and bit- terness and hatred which covered a period of fifteen years ensued over that wretched little property, the value of whivh could not exceed $5,000. Imagine such a wretched use of beau- tiful life and beautiful thought material. The same amount of energy used con- structively would have enabled the trou- an advanced soul improves the har- mony of thought.™ fuss over money affairs and dwell on thoughts of the Injustice of the world as you see It illustrated in the pros- perity of wvice and the suffering of {virtue; to resent the good fortune of |your meighbor and excuse the thought, imagine it a high sense of justice—all this 1s making discordant sounds, like the “kitten walking over keys” an is wasting the two priceless things I the world--mind and time, Right about face!. Set your eyes upon the heights, believe in God's ever-tuling power and In your own divine self— to do, to have and to be that which you desire In-Sioots Blubbering sympathy is seldom more than skin deep. Behind the blush of the early straw- berry may be the flavor of the lemdn. It is eo with the girls, too. i . i !have to De apanked in order to start | respiraticn. There are people that have |beer. born a long tine tiat have never been hit hard cnough to set them taking | & deep, life-stimulating hreath. There is |nothing the ‘matter with them except Ithat the machinery of their cxistence ‘has never boen really set a-running. % It is theve, but no motive power has® {put its pressure upon it of sufficient |encrgy > sei it in oreration. For that !reason thore 1s nothing so much te the |advantage (f an apatheti> young man as to become interested In some big entere ! | Prise or to have put upon him sone largs |responsibility. It helps him to find hime (sl He is made surprised by the dis- |covery of wrat it contained in his awn nature. Tre interest aroused I him stirs into wak-fulness una into action ( lu.o powers that had alveady evisted ia {him, but that had been lying there like the gold in an undiscovered or unworked \ mine. There Is nothing like & g pur- pose in life to develop s Lstiess youns man from a sl'unluring possibility iate a | slpendic lire a-tivity