Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, August 2, 1915, Page 8

A Woman and Her Birthday By ADA PATTERSON. A woman awoke early on her birthday anniversary. In the clear, cold light of that first stage of the morning, when daylight and intellect are chill and revealing, she saw the truth as it was, without any softening of color or atmosphere. She saw that by Do trick of fancy, no subterfuge of toilet, could she be longer made young. For she was not young. The rank of this birthday In the calendar of her years was irrefuta- ble proof. Even the latitude the thought of today permits re- garding age, life's midsummer was fading for her. might not disguise the fact that for her | it was early autumn. Autumn in the rich H purples and thickly velling haze of Indian gummer, perhaps, a period gracious hul‘ brief, but still autumn. | She was attractive still. The man who loved her belleved it, and she, in the re- flected light of his Jove for her, had be- | lleved it faintly. Always a woman is grateful to the man who keeps alive the welcome fiction ' of her irresistibleness. But this morning, in the cold, all reveal- ing light, she belleved him no longer. She was merely grateful that bis illu- ston continued. Her talent had been very dear to her. Too dear? She was not sure. But morning Mght showed her what she could not deny, that It had ylelded her something of recognition, but not all of the fame and fortune that in her youth, pink and | confident, had expected. Could she yet accomplish what she had determined, ! with the aid of this talent to do? Into her heart entered a new visitor, a faint, first misgiving, a doubt of her own strenwth, a fear lest the night overtake her ere the day of her endeavor was over. For the first time she was afraid. 3 She feared what awaited her in the cold k- shadows, that waited for everyone, at the end of the road. Yet, turning upon her pillow, her eyes and her soul lgiht of day, she sald: nodding to her pillow. She i #hoe had not encouraged the flowers of | friendship to grow by that path. She H I 1 i - = i ? E il ol 1 i j il !'IE tel w ir g : i § lis i+ idis i i z %!! b ; hip EE 'I i i i £ E 25 : H 4 L!é s5n Ereped F 5 § THE BEE: The Bees Home Ma OMAHA, MONDAY, AUGUST 2, 1915. gazine Page Copyright, 1915, Intern’] News Service. By Nell Brinkley o \ WG YESTREL Baas BACHELORS, DooR PR BHALTER! There is One—the son of the Lady of Beauty who rose white- and-gold out of the sea—who wanders about the face of the Winter- land with a melody box strapped by a pale blue ribbon (pale blue is the color, you know, that is supposed to be man's weakness) to his cold little back (what i{s a blue knee and a frosted toe and icicles on his lashes if a bachelor-man or maid is to be snared by it?) and he'll likely come begging some day or other at your door. There are folk on the soft green isle with the blue lakes like bits of sky gemming it over who belleve in the “Little People” still. But even If they're wrong and there are no more of them, browny and green, tucked away under tree roots and tweakin' your capple over Read It Here—See It at the Movies By Gouverneur Morris and Charles W, Goddard —— Oepyright, 1918, Btar Compesy. Synopsis of Pevious Chapters. After the tragic ol..l.on_ it M o oL ARG aps Uie wi him to wed her dirsctly, He can ok do b has ng tunds. Sifiler and troduce to a terie ol to Tommy an miners to lynch him. Celestis. saves from the but turns from him §0es L0 See hr, TWELFTH EPISODE. And at that moment there was & sounq of footsteps just outside the temt. The feet which made the sound belonged to Freddie the Ferret. With his usual #00d luck he appeared to have arrived in the very nick of time. Prof.. Stilliter ‘was not at that time to receive the kiss for which his greedy mouth was waiting. ‘“Wake up!” he sald in a disgusted voice. b Celestia put her hands to her eyes, woke, and couldn't remember just what had been sald, “I think I'm too tired to talk,” she said. “So I mee sald Stilliter as Freddie the tent, “Better rest then.' the paychologist withdrew, quite again and rather badly frightened. pen flapped tent was certainly no for making love by viclence; yet moment the cautious man had lost all thought of self-control and all fear of uences. =) s 1 wccident E ; € 3E i sk | A ! § A et Lol :1! ; i & £ i £ the afternoon of the next $eh 782 came to Bitumen wtih a whole trainload &ot. and biddable men expert work in & largs E THE BACNELOR TAKES HIM To HIS HEARTH AND HEART — AND THEY BRCOME OLOSR AND MERRY ceMRnaADAS | to them, playing the wandering minstrel through the world with a pack of tricks under his golden-feather kopf that would make the faery people blush pink with shame for their stupidity. He can smile the frost out of your heart—he can squeeze a rainy tear it he just wishes as much—he can look all things.at once and more than that, too—unutterably desirable, piteous, merry, gen- tle and tender, provocative, so wee, and harmless; and you think you'll never sleep again if you cannot have him and his music beside your hearth 'til the weather's sweeter out. If you ave a sour bachelor who hugs your loneliness close and will own no other but a one-seated (selfish) car, don’t open your door at your eyes as you pass after dusk—there's one who {8 ‘‘own brother” I DI L " \ ¥} \ WINGS [THE BACHELOR FHROUGH THE BACK WITH A POISONED !/ 4 ARROW | all when you hear a voice like a baby-bird note outside in the storm! If you are one who's busy being famous you may just ‘“‘keek’’ out at him long enough to tell him where there's a man down the road who has leisure (for it takes time to be a good lover, you know) and bid him adieu and good luck. And if you are poor! Too poor! With gaunt pockets and far- apart dollars—what can you do but tell him your fire is thin and just warm enough for one, and that you have only bread and cheese and cannot afford kisses? i But don’t forget to be clever—for Danny is a Kobold-;- Wighs —-a traitor faery who'll win in 4f he can. For what will happen—see above.—NELL BRINKLEY. apoll it all now, will you? You'll be some- where in the crowd there where I can see your face, when I stand up to speak, won't you?" “It goes to my heart” sald Tommy, “to see how they love you. It goes to my heart to see how happy their love makes you. But I can't go to the stock- ade to be a face in the crowd. I'm afraid things might go to my head.” “I was so happy,” said Celestia, “and now I'm not so unhappy.” “More people are in such a state of mind,” sald Tommy, “that if you sald the word they would march on Wash- ington and try to pull the president out of the White House. I've hoped against hope. Ive seen your power, known that you had it, and hoped that you didm't really have it. You made a little mark on the great city of New York, you will g0 back on the wave of your triumph here and sweep it off its feet, as you have swept Bitumen. If you go to the stockade and show yourself once more to those crasy le and speak to them you will start a campalgn of revolution that will sweep a sufficiently sane coun- try off its feet. 1 see you floating from city to city and from village to village in your special train, winning all hearts? persuading all minds, and spreading, as I think, upon my honor, the seeds of national disaster. In the name of all that i most sacred to you, Celestia, stop while there is still time. Speak to those people if you must, but tell them that you have ben deceived, that you are the plaything of ocapital, and that they have been de- celved; wash your hands of politics and sophistries; step down; resign. In the image of all that is noble and fine, you have created a monster. Don't breathe the final breath of life into that monstér and bring it to life—a Frankenstein that even you can mever hope to control once it gets on Its feet, apd begins to think murderous thoughts. 1f you go to the meeting In the stockade you will bring this ‘monster to life. Have you no fear of the consequences?” She shook her head primly, but with a little sadness. “Celestia,” he sald, “back of these tents the woods run to the hills, ihe hills to the mountains, Wil you come? For a moment it appeared that she hesi- tated “Won't you ” Then she drew a depe breath and stiff- ened her spine. “I believe,” she said gently, “that God sent me to do what I have done and what I am golng to do."” wide open, and shorn of its warlike bar- barities, the crowd marched, pushed and Sscrambled, headed by the bands, and having in its midst a numbér of broken- down, funereal looking hacks in which, four and four, rode the most pompous ang distinguished looking visitors, smok- Ing long black clging and smiling and ralsing their hats whenever the crowd called upon them by name. When the head of the profession came near the tents of Celestia, set back from the road on a littls knoll, it halted, and every man bared his head and began to shout ber name. The shouting brought her presently to the door of the main tent—n slender, girlish figure all in white, whoso eyes shone with excitement and triumph, whose mouth smiled with In- ln"flble sweetness, and who waved to her ,:::sdwn and adorers a white and slender Even at that distance her effect upon them was magical, . Hats which looked as it they had grown on their wearers' heads for years, as fungi grow on stumps, came off, and were waved violently or thrown into the air. Throats grew hoarse with shouting. Then she backed from their sight Into the big teni, after one last wave of the hand. And they, because they knew that she would come tu them later In the stockade and speak to them and fil] thelr hearts full of hope and courage, allowed her now to withdraw from thelr sight, and, after One more minuts of shouting they took Up the march once more, and went roar- (To Be Continued Tomorraw.} - ‘ By GARRETT P, SERVISS, The Mecca of Qur Winged Hosts Alaska the Eden Which Millions of Songsters and Game Birds Visit Remaining only from mid-May to mid- You have never thought of Alaska as |July, they see nothing of the endless & summer paradise for birds; neither had | nights, but, on the contrary, enjoy the I until I read the Aubudon societies’ de- | endless days. In June the twilight is so lightfully surprising little book on |bright at midnight that one can read “Alaskan Bird Life.” There I learned | fine print, but the birds, both visits that “the bird and natives, are too wise to stay aw population of Just because the sky refuses to darken. Alaska is not‘only By 8 or § o'clock all except the nocturnal extensive, but Is species are ‘‘abed,” where they remain more representative in. seclusion until 3 o'clock in the morn- of the whole of ing. Mr. E. W. Nelson says that during North America the long twilight of the early summer than . thet of any nights he has often wandered for hours other part of the over the silent tundra east of 'St continent.” Michael watching the sleeping birds on This is an aston- the numberiess ponds as well as on the ishing statement to open land. make about a land Alaska not only has multitudes of sum- where' there are mer bird visitors, but also many natives, two or three months which remain all winter, notwithstand- of summer and nine ing the gloom and excessive cold. Among or ten of winter, these is the Aleskan jay, called “Whisky ana mo spring at all. Where the ther-|Jack.” which is fond of entering winter mometer is capable of sinking 50 degrees [CaTbs and cabins, and needs little en- below zero! Where rivers freese to a depth |OUragement to become the play-mate of nine feet! Where, underlying vast areas, |0f man, while remaining by nature a there is a never-meiting layer of frozen |Voracious thief. soll, two or three yards' thick! Where| One of these jays will sometimes at- the ground, in winter, may, in places, |!8ch himself to & lonely camp dweller, be frozen to & depth of 100 feet! Where, | Wil! Perch on bis shoulder and accompany in the southern portion, the sun, in mid. |DiM In his journeys. Water ouzsels, in winter, stays above the horizon only four |Midwinter, when the temperature sinks or five hours at & time, while in the |'0 from W to M degrets below zero, will northern portion there 1a a continuous |31V tAFPUEh alrholes in the ice cover- winter night more than & month long! |1%% **! _d:::"‘;’::"'w‘;‘“‘“““l.“" But the short summer is crowded and | *L7F SPFCRE B e ind humming with life, whose intensity varies I~ Wl - penetrable to water. in iInverse proportion to its brevity. And Mallard duck: into this littie far northern world of 674 Suchs Winior (n some parte of Alask: Charles S amasingly beautiful flowers and ex- | "y .;“&;;::‘;a‘:‘;‘*:fi: quisitely brilliant sunshine, of sweet, McKinley, living at & point on the Toklat temperate winds and deliclous garden | o . 0l he swire " oy oo Mo the ness of the current prevented the formation of foe, south lands, to take their share in the where, consequently, they ocould M‘“ delights of the sub-artic Eden. the bottom, and feed upon dead sal- They have & road into it that 18-08® |yon “and on unhatched salmon eggs, lodged there. In Alaska many of the wading birde and ducks are songsters in the mating season. Thewr sougs, Mr. Nelson avers, river, and by thia route go and return many of the familiar birds of the United |4re as musical as those of mbing. The ' The migrant varieties are not!golden plovers, “admirable in their hand- by the long, cold winters, for|some breeding dress, utter an extraordin- fiy back to more genial climes s (ary musical series of notes They stand the chill begins to creep b'llllxo beautiful statuettes on the tundra pole. : as they give their sons." i s the - fl3