Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, August 6, 1915, Page 7

By Gouverneur Morris and ‘ Charles W. Goddard | Ospyright. 1915, Star Company. S)uupsis Vb 4 eraous Limplers. After the tiagic death of John A bury, s prusduied w'fe, vue of Alnel iou's t beauties, dies. At her deau Firow Swuuder. an eut of the luwicew Kidisaps the besu | Jeyeur-oid Bhi wud Diiugs her WD lu @ parade Where Bhe secs DO i, but thiuks 18 laueul by Wlged W illstruct ber bei uussivi to iefusi e wond, At Ao Of 15 sue is suadensy toiust e Wuiid Wheie uxculs vl Lde lutercsls Temdy to pivtenu W tioa ber. Fifteen yeuis lator Tuluuy goes to Adirondscks. ‘Lie luten W | eapOLn; bie fur the triy. By #ciident av 18 e AL to meet the Wide Amicsbuiy giri. us & €Ol £0ILn LEvi) ROI Paindise w8 Celeslic the kil from heaven. Nwitner Loy livi Celvblia recoxniavs Other, Aviliuy Tluas AL AL casy imier L0 [escue Celesida frouws Prof. Stuitel and they hide 1o the mounisius; laler they afe puisued by sulliter aud escape to an island woeis \hey speud the nignt. A Tomay » first win was to get Cele away from Suiliter. After they leave Beilevue Tommy s unabie to get wny hotel to take Celestia in owing to her costume. But luter he persuades nis father to keey her, When he xves out to we taxi he finds’ her gone. She fwlis into the hands of white slavers, but escapes and koes to live with a poor faua- ily by the naine of Douxlas. When their #0n Freddle returns howe he find ht in his own hause, Celestla, the girl for whicih the underworld has offered & re- ward that he hoped to got. lestia secures work in a largs gar- ment factory, where a great many girls are employ Here she shows her pe- cullar power, and makes fr.ends with all her girl companions. By her taiks tp the ®irls she is abie to calm a threatoned strike, and the “'boss’ overhearing her is moved to grant the redef the giris wished, | and also to rght a sreat wrong he had done one of them. Just at tils point the | factory caiches on fire, aund the work Yoom 1a soon & blasing rurnace. Celestia refuses tu escape with the other gu and Tommy Barclay rushes in and ca ries ner out, wrapped in a b roll of cioth. The wife of the miners' leader Involves Tommy in an escapade Lnat leads the miners to lynch him. Celestia saves him from the miob, but turns from him and g0es to see hehr. TWELFTH EPISODE. “Stilliter was her teacher, and one other man.” “What man?” asked Tommy. “His name doesn't matter. Just before it was time to bring her to earth, he— well, they caught him trying to make her kiss him, and ever since then he's been—dead “Her memory tells her of no physical ills or wants, only of a wonderful in- capable disembodied serene state of hap- piness and holiness. There was a volce— to which all bowed down in worship. That voice told her at last that she must descend to earth and do as she—has done.” “What an extraordinary story!” clalmed Tommy, “but incredible.” “No,” said Mary, ‘‘not in the least; extraordinary, if you like; but not In- credible. You don't know Stilliter. Her name before they took her to heaven and named her Celestia was plain—Ames- bury. At that name a host of old and poignant recollections flooded Tommy's mind. For the second time he sprang to his feet. ex- “My God,” he cried, “my little Ames-' bury girl. Of course she is. A hundred times I've been on the verge of that knowledge—and yet because it was im. possible that she should be—the definite knowledge never really came to me. For heaven's sake!" “Now do you believe me?" asked Mary, coldly. “L must, Mary. this out?” “It doesn’t matter. I wormed it out of somebody. Now, what will you do?” “I'll go down to Celestia and tell her about herselt, and shake her faith in her- self.” ou'll need proofs.” ou think s0? I'm not sure. Are there any? g But how did you tind WOMAN IN BAD CONDITION Restored To Health by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta- ble Compound. Montpelier, Vt. — ‘‘We have great faith in your remedies. 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Perhaps I dislike Celestia 8o much that 1 want her to be humbled even at, ny own expense. The motive doesn't satter!® | Mary's real motive in making the fore- going revelation to Tommy was not en- | tirely clear even to herself. Above lll{ (things she wanted to be rid of Celestia. The promise of & fortune in pearls to | the person who brought her definite word | of Celestia’s definite elimination from | mundane aairs had not borne fruit. Now Mary thought that a collapse of Celestia s | power over men, though a shaking of | her faith in herself, might produce defin- | ite results. Celestia, on learning that she | was not divine, being but & faker, would | become not only valueless to the arch | conspirators, but a stern and awful | menace to their plans. They would suc- | ceed swiftly and without mercy where Mrs. Gunsdorf had falled. It waen't for want of trying that Mre. Gunsdorf had falled. It wasn't because her spirit was weak or her arm nerve- less, nor because the knife which she |earried 1n her stocking wasn't long enough and sharp enough for her purpose. Advantageous opportunities for doing the murder and escaping undetected were rare. She had had but one, fo- Celestia | was o surrounded and guarded as a rule that she was hard to come at. Mrs. Gundsdorf had only had one good chance. | She had failed then because she had been 50 foolish to look Celestia in the eyes, and the power to do the wicked deed had Then I She didn’'t have money enough to track Celestia all over the country. (Mary ! should have provided for this). But she had done here best. Now another excellent seemed to offer. | Celestia’s snow-white train, practically 'deserted, occupled the siding. It would be taken off at midnight, and run slowly |80 as to arrive not too early In the chief city of the north woods. Mrs. Gunsdorf chose a moment when no one seemed to be looking, and boarded Celestia’s own car at the observation | end. She knew the room in which Celes- tia slept and entered it. There was a three-quarter bed In white enamel, a bureau ditto, an arm chair and a door ajar, that disolosed the white and nickel | fixtures of a white tiled bath room. The little sulte fairly dazzled with its cleanli- |ness and its whiteness. If there was janything in contrast, it was a wonderful |setting for a bloody crime. ‘The room offered only one hiding place. Mrs. Gunsdorf knelt, flattened herself to the floor and crawled under the bed. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) opportunity | | When Everything Goes Wrong By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. ‘‘When things begin to go wrong,” Cecil Rhodes once sald, “nine people out of ten, give them a helping hand in that direction. That is why we so often find that misfortune don't come singly. The first thing that goes wrong puts the victim wrong." H It is most remarkable how things do go wrong at times, how one little annoyance or mishap seems to breed a host of others, There was once a man who, if things went wrong with him before 10 o'clock in the morning, made it a practice to go | back to bed again and spend the dl)‘i there, He sald that he knew the day would only prove unfortunate if he got | { up again and exerted himself. That s the plan of escaping Irritation ' one cannot recommend to everybody. We poor, ordinary mortals have to p\ up with mishaps as they come and go out to meet whatever the day may have in: store for us with such courage as we ma; possess. There are so many people who suffer from real and terrible misfortunes which no human effort or foresight could avoid. In their case we can offer no solution as to the bitter “why" of sorrow. We can only try to help. We must recognise that we cannot explain—we can only attempt to relieve. . Real sorrow must be accepted with | bumility. It must not be anticipated nor {put down to an evil star mor to any | superstitious explanation of mischance. The spirit with which to meet actual disaster is two-fold; to bear what must be borne and to avert and defeat un- necessary suffering. To avold what many-call misfortune or bad luck needs u spirit above despond- ency. The belief that you are go- ing to win is half the battle, The oniy real luck In the world is that of having or being able to cultivate the spirit of bellef that there is no such thing as luck, Anticipating misfortune means putting on your heart so great a burden of woe that a good fight against despondency becomes impossible. The feeling “everything is bound to go wrong” needs every bit of vigor one ean find to bring about its defeat. The quicker | one begins to fight, the better. At th moment when you happen to find your day starting wrong den't yleld to despair. Simply start it over again—and start it right. One morning on his rising the great Wellington was informed by a cheerful officer that every plan was mi b “Everything going wrong, s it? Well, I'll see to that,” he exclaimed. He aid. The day turne dout to be a most fortu- nate one. There is no reason why, in spite of sign or portent, each of us cannot “see to that,” when the day starts out with threat of evil. In victory over threat of misfortune there ought to lie great satisfaction, since after all life Is a fight and we are born to make it | | | | that OMAHA, FRIDAY, quite contrary, how does your garden grow,” Mornin’ Mary—thought I 'd just lean over yoir hedge a min- ute to ask my same old question! Months ago I gave you some slips of Dreams. How does your garden grow? Slips from my own big Dream-tree. And you promised you'd plant them in your gar- den and give them a bit of sunshine and rain. though you are contrary, you You promised, and never break your word. Oh, Mary, AUGUST The Bees Home Magazine Pa 6, 1915 y NELL BRINKLEY Copyright, how’re the Dream-slips coming on back. live when the Drum-‘vl blo ‘“‘Mary, Mary, g Quite contrary, 880m Wh Some day you'll dig 'em all u 1916, Intern'l News Service Don't go pink and turn your p and come to my garden to full, ite Dream-slips, And red Two-lips, How does your garden grow? And Dun at the head of the row " ~—NELL BRINKLEY, Women Made Rediculous by the Fallacy of Youth By DOROTHY DIX. “The cult of youth has become an ob- session with us,” sald a middle-aged woman, who s brave enough to still celebrate her birthdays. “The papers teem with columns of advice about how to keep young. Our malls are loaded down with circulars advertising all sorts of systems and re.ses and phy- sical culture and creams and lotions, each guaranteed to keep us young it we will only use particular pecific against the encroachment of age. ‘Ot course, even the most ardent advocates of per- ennial youth real- ize that you can't | keep the body for- ever young; that In spite of all the mas- sage and cold cream and gymnastics in the world we are bound at last to ac- quire crow's feet, and gray hairs, and stooped shoulders, “Then they tell us that If we can't be young physically, we must keep young mentally, So we are adjured to asso- clate with young people, and to keep on reading and studying, and going about #0 that we won't get wrinkles on our souls, whatever we mak have on our faces. “Now I am one of the few who don't egard age as a ourse, or even as a dis- grace that you must try to conceal from the general public as long as possible. 1 don't even feel that growing old s & misfortune. Personally, I have enjoyed my lovely morning of youth. 1 have re- velled on my busy, hard-worked noon- time of life, and 1 look forward with nothing but pleasure to a tranquil, quiet twilight of age when I can fold my hands and say that I have done an honest day’s labor, and that it is ended, and I have earned & right to rest. “But that's not the popular way to look st the age question. The general view 1s that we must keep young at any price, or at least try to fool the world into thinking that we are young, and the re- sults are grotesque, as well as pathetic, “Take, for exampie, the old wowmen that we see all about us, who would be her corsets off, and her bedroom slippers rtcal Poter Pans of life, the people who | Dase, 80 nice and sweet and lovable If they weren't trylng to understudy their own granddaughters. “I met one of my acquaintances the other afternoon at a country club. She's & woman well on in middle life, but she was rigged out in the sportiest of sport clothes—heelless white shoes, a skirt half yau to her knecs, a brilllant yeliow coat, with a dinky little hat to match, set on her dyed hair at a rakish angle, and with her face painted up like the s.de of a barn. “I1 know this poor old soul well, and 1 know that she spends fully half of her time with hardressers and beauty doctors and masseurs, trylng to keep young. She put In enough.work on it to achieve success in any line of business be canonised as & martyr. And all to {no purpose She's old, und she looks 1 @nd her adiotic youthful elothes only call attention to the fact of how o'd she is “I could weep when 1 think How often this woman drags herself out to dances to fox trot when her poor, tired old bones cry out for bed and hot water bags; how her tEin old shoulders shiver under chif- fon when they'd be so comfortable under {flannel; how she'd enjoy slumping down of an evening In & rocking chair with and she suffers enough to entitle her to | lun. and a good old-fashioned novel, in- stead of rushing from a restaurant to a | theater, and the theater back to a cafe, | But she doesn't dare to do it because she's got to keep young. She's afrald to | Indulge herself in the luxury of getting old. “And perhaps the saddest thing about these women is that they have to ape the conversation of youth, Fancy a sen- sible woman of 5 or # having to roll her eyes and btabble inanities at boys young enough to be her grandsons. it makes me sick to think of it And yet flirt trying to act gay and glddy with men and pose as & charmer. | “Such women are disgusting, they are the greatest bores on earth, and yet if they only had enough courage to be thelr age, and talk like their age, they'd be | intoresting. Any woman who has lived | fifty or sixty years has had enough of the vital experiences of life and seen enough of the world to make her worth listening to, it she is only not so afraid of dates that she expurgates everything worth while from her conversation. “That's one side of the tragedy of try- | ing to be young when you are not young There 18 u tragedy of the other side alsn —the tragedy of the people who are the | Meaniog of Wedding Rings. Dear Miss Fairfax: I expect to be married soon to a young lawyer. | want Lim to wear a wedding ring. He sa.d it Is not the custom for men and he will not wear one. 1 asked him why the women are com- pelled to wear a ring after thelr wedd) and men not, and he said because wor used to be slaves in the olden times, an: Irll’inl't was why we have to wear wedding 5. I think that men ought to wear wed- ding rings s well as the women. Your opinion will be greatly appreciated. L. B The wedding ring actually is a survival of the barbarous times when men bought their brides. However, it is not thought |of that way today, but s considered an endlessness of love's circle. The double |ring service is very beautiful, and an in- creasing number of men gladly wear tbis Jtoken of thelr warrlage Advice to Lovelorn : Women are nol ' Beatrice Fairfax compelled to wear wedding rings, |are glad and proud to. Unless & man |wants to wear this symbol of love I |should not ask him to do so. | but Most Improper. Dear Miss Fairfax. A young lady, en- gaged, goes out bathing with her sister every day 1 see some superannuated old | ge Making Life Beautiful By ADA PATTERSON. Yes, it can be done. Life can be made :{mm beautiful, for each of us, by sach T agroo with you that life preseats somo sharp, ugly edge of actuality. But ¢ fs, at worst, like 1 | ingmed rock whose ledges are hidden by a graceful car- peting “vine. So | some of the hard- ost facts of life can be softened by |the twining ten- drila of fancy. Its | sharp wurfeces and dun colors can be {hidden by the bril- liant tints of poetry. Do not be im- patient at the word poetry, prac- tica) man or woman who reads Thia. You may say very honestly that you hate rhymes. But you may be a poet with- out knowing it. A poet Is one who sees the beauty in common place things, and translates them Into a fine glow of ap- preciation of that beeuty, If your eyes filled while you watched A mother's faded eyes follow the son, taking train that day to the eity to seek his fortune in that maelstrom where op- portunities and temptations whirl past in |equal numbers and with the same diz- | #2ying rapidity. If you saw the beauty |t her wolf forgetfulnesy in giving the |boy his chance even though she had | premonition that she would never see him again, you are a poet for you have | seen the beauty in one of the common- places of life. Try to find the beauty In every a@eot of life. It is there. Heek it and mo make life more beautiful. Make life more beautiful for your son by placing an illuminated adage above his desk. For your office boy by plac- ing a print of a good plcture where his too often roving eyes will fall upon it. Not one of the traverseries from the {comle sections. Not a pair of American |athletes pummelling each other within o scrap of an inch of their lives, Place somewhere near his smub and freckled nose a littla reproduction of a maring | view. The ship with full sail on a smooth sea will feed his sense of beauty and | stimulate his imagination in right direce tioins, When all employers have grasped the truth that men and women work best when they are happy and that they are happler when they are within clean, fair surroundings, employers will banish dust jand grime and will place thelr workers | beside windows from which they can glimpee field or mountain, river or sea. or the far blue sky. Or, if these essen- | tinls are denled, there may be cheap, but good prints or mottoes pointing the way to some of the beauty of life. Convince a commander of & werkiag army of this truth and he will spend hundreds of thousands to make the surroundings of his workn.en inepiring and he will be “in pocket” by the expariment. A word of appreciation can make tha day glow with beauty. Tell a man of work well done, Tell a girl that the sun and fresh alr have made her as fresh and wholesome ag a dalsy and you will not only have made beautiful her day, but you will have encou-aged her to con~ tinue the sun and alr baths that will make of her good, a sweet natured and & vigorous woman, Appreclate that vrord of appreciation that 1# gpoken to you about your own offorts, but don't expect it. This is a busy world and the busty folk in it may let an opportunity to speak ruch word Strike the keynote of your own nver grow up in spirit, but whose bodies day and live up to that note. You have arow old. “I know a woman like that, too, | pathotic old creature who Is just as keen abcut going to every sort of amusement as any debutante, who Is as avid of pleas- ure as a child. “SBhe wants to wear pale pinks and blues and flower-wreathed hats, becauss spiritually she's 18 instead of 80, and she keeps her family in a perpetual state of | wlarm, because, althoush she's crippled up with rheumatism and deaf and half blind, she's always giving them the slip and going off on some impossible excur- slon from which she is brought back in a slate of physical collapse. And the way she frety against the limitations of ago s pitiful “That is why 1 think the cult of youth Is all wrong. Age is Inevitable, and It scems to me that the wise thing s to welcome it as a friend Instead of fighting aganst it as an enemy—for it s an enemy that 1s bound to conquer us in the end.” known a musiciun who asked you to name a chord for him, and, when y:u said, Ifor instanee “C-F-G" he bullt upon, sm- troidered, endlessly adorned the motif ,with his art and his fancy. 8o strike the note of your day by some fine thought. He was a benefactor to humanity who invented the calendars where in & stimu- lating thought of some annointed thinker (18 revealed to you every day by tearing off leaf. It is quite safe to take the pitch of your day from a key thought of Dickens or Robert Louls Stevenson, or Sir James Barrie or Arnold Bennett. Let the thought run through your day and color it with its bues, redeem its darkness, benutify it You can make your life beautiful. I care not whoe you are nor what For life is ugly or beautiful according to our thought of it. You like one person and dislike another, Outwa:dly they meem ilke enough, but within they are differ- ent. The difference is one of thought. really matters is the thought life. | | While' they are on the beach two young men they do not krow, start a conversa. |tlon with them. Was it proper for elther or both of the young ladies to contnue |this conversation for half an hour? The lengaged young 1y states she sees no harin in it. 1 claim that this amounts to a flirtation, and that a young lady should |an‘k to no gentleman whom »l duos not know, or to whom she was not prop- |erly intrcduced. B | Neither the enzaged girl nor her sliter |shouid have engaged n a conversation | with two strange men. Tt lowered thelr | dignity in the eyes of the men with whom |they so casually flirted—and it certainly was unworthy of thelr womanhood. bathed m plenty of applied a gently, Soap and more hot water, finisl cleared away every pimple! At least once a day-usually twice—1 {( face for several minutes with nol Soap and Aaf water and tle Resinol Ointment very 1 let this stay on for ten minutes or 80, and then washed it off with Resinol ng with a dash of cold water to close the pores. Resinol medication so; A 1 was astonished h("&lk‘kly the hufi ed and c he pores, and leit my complexion clear, from pimples. velvety, and free Physicians ba ve Resinol Soap for 2 years bu free, iruing skin-eruptions. wrke o