The evening world. Newspaper, February 16, 1912, Page 19

The Evening bth atk kA AA ll Bn Biggest Cowboy Story Since “The Virginian” Keeps Money Out of Circulation, Be- sides Discouraging Many a Hardwork- ing ‘Hold-Up.’”’ (oprright, 1011, by J. B. Lippincott Oo.) horse fast enough to keep warm.” SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING, CHAPTERS. "=the inflection wae ¢antalzing. Sune 2. Werters “bad man," who always re- t horse gentied for your grand- fete 49, wimeelt Se se aMattay | moter? home, He bolts ap He eyed her angrily, but checked the weet : wi atentne the. latter's. mr pats (ited ace icity ts aes'hs reply on his tena, eet an indian re ty Bane who Iives around here?” we “You mean my mother?” es he Sravees Wook He looked at hor with new interest. tan. ond aida tiv “Does e live in a log cabin on @ ‘The gri's of ip orick?”" “She id about an hour ago. 8 your mother CHAPTER i. ‘Lookin’ for widds (Continued) “1 ikea widders, It happens trequent , that widders are sociable inelined—espe- On the Alkali Hill. ctally 1f they are hard up," he added in- 7 WFUL tired, ain't you, | solently. 6¢ Mister™ the girl asked| “Oh, you're ridin’ the grub-line?” Her j Grvis of they atranger | insolence equalled als own. “Not yet," and he took from his pooket on horseback, as she! a thick roil of bank notes, Tecolled her rope with) «Biood money? Soine sheepherder's wuppte wrist and tied {t again to the) month's pay, I que: @addle by the buckskin thongs. “You're a good “Plumb worn to a trazeie,” Smith re-| ‘Not very—you're easy.’ pited with cool impdence, as he looked| ‘The girl's dislike for Smith was as un- her over in muah the game manner as| reasoning and violent as was her liking de would have cyed a heifer on the] for the excitable little man whom she range. “Twas whipped for working when) had helped up the hill, and whose wagon I was a boy, and I've always remem-| was now rumbling close at her hor! Y heels. t be quite a ride—from the| They all travelled together in silence sourl where you] until, after a mile and a half on the ie flat, the road sloped gradually towa “I ranges on the Sun-down slope,” he| a creek shadowed by willows. On the replied shortly. opposite side of the creek were a rai “They have sheep camps over there,| house, stables and corrals, the extent then?’ of which brought a glint of surprise to Again the slurring nsinuation pricked | Smith's eyes. “That's where the widder Ives who I can twist @ rope and ride a! might be sociable inclined if she was 7 “Cheer Up, Cuthbert!” 4 What’s the Use of Being Blue? There Is a Lot of Luck Left. Rv Clarence 1. Cullen ho Copyright, 1012, by ‘The Pres Publishing Co. (The New York World), OU Never Migs what you Haven't; had been Over-Cautious whilst Bucking y: Had—but the Game Gook who's/the Game! liad It and Lost It doesn't tmp! It's no Easy to Flatter ome of us that our Friends do {t Automattoally The Joy of|whilst ‘Thinking of Something Else! Battle is Nothing) 4 yrorse that Beate the Barrier to the Mad Ber-Jaoesn't do much Wheeling in his serk Delight of| Tracks! Winning Ont o; al uenieg 14) qe Charter Member of the Cirrhosis Bad Mess! lof the Liver Club ts the Man who says — {he can “Take a Drink or Let it Alone!” ‘There's an Abyss — of Difference ba-| It's Easy to Make Amendment whilst tween "Satisfed’’| surrounded by Friends—but to Atone and “Self - Sati | Along ts Differen flea"* — The Past !s on the Slag Heap, but The Skids are Often Sia under the|the Present is Virgin Ore! Too-Contented Man! — Twenty-four Karat Gold {s too Soft Mr, Watt-Awhtle's ALIAS is Mr. Aiso-|for Practical Uses, Just as the Too- Ran! jPerfeot Man Js ‘Too Good to be True! The Grill Always Awaits the Grovch'| We always Feel Pretty Good when they Find Out the Worst about us and The Boomerang and that Revenge} St!ll Think wo're Worth While! Buff are always to be Found at the — fame Rummage Sale! Whether that Bustedness is going — to be @ Transitory or a Permanent The More it Hurts the Surer te are! grate depends wholly upon the to Think tt Over before Doing it) wearer of the Busted Onc's Gallu Again! pasate — We Always. feol Ike Mitting the Man ‘We have Visited several Alms Houses |who doesn't Blubber when he's been that were Tenanted Mainly by Men who! Nicked for his Roll! Betty Vincent's Advice to Lovers The True Lover, As to Altentions. ‘cc F." writes: ‘Te it not a great “PF, B." writes: “Ie it @ll right for C tisk for @ girl to have confl- | @ young lady to go to the theatre with dence in any man or give her|@ married man who works in the same love to him?" office with her?’ Yes, unless she| Certainly not. No girl should accept knows him, To ve; any attentions from married men, mure there 1s al- ways the element] “A. M." writes: “I recently met an of risk tn love, but | ld friend und was introduced to his to there is in most|Toom-mate, Would it be all right to things worth hav-| 48K the latter to cal! on me?” ing. A girl should always walt for a young man to ask permission to call, E.G." writes: | ein Understanding. Fe When one bas RO} war," writes: “Tike @ young man plano, Is tt proper Ay Belt: Vincent rms eed a] Nery much, but he will not be In a po- y Jus p ait and! sition to marry for several years, Con- have a friendly talk with @ caller?" tsequently he suggests that instead of Certainly, our engagement we continue our fniend- ship, with the understanding that a "L, H." writes; "Iam married and! change of mind on either side 13 allow- we are Iiving with my husband's par-|able, Do you think this fair?” ent though they do not need his help.| Yes, indeed, Much more fair than an How shall I induce my husband to go| engagement of uncertain length, to @ home of our own?” ew him how unhappy you are in your present surroundings, You ought have your own home, hatad’ maken Buch @ difference always means an “R. K." writes: “A young lady used| element of risk In marriage, but yours to ge about wit me a good deal, but | may be happy. now @e 1s accepting attentions from | —_ anothge man, Do you think she really i AC, M." writes: “Tam very mush ins |fatuated with a boy who works tn tho cares for m 4 lame office with me. T cannot stop Probably not, or she would ot have jthinking about him. What shall f dott tuyned away from you so readily, | If you are ashamed of your feelings try to get a position where you will not “My mother wishes |see the young man daily, p ® man whom I love — dearly because his salary ts small. ou F." writes: “I bave quarrelied with Not if you really care for him, You idea atone kik eaten ae renee nt ought not to marry him, however, until |" 1 thik tt very lkely, He is probably pe is in ® position to support @ family, Just walting for e word frogs you. W." writes: LOOGPOLOGODDDIDOSGTIGHDHODHHHHDHHHHHSHOHOOGDIGHSOQHOSETSHS $SCSTS TOHDONOOSOISA “The Worst Handicap I Have to Complain Of Is the Habit People Have of Sending Money Orders Instead of Cash— it him to a sort of ranclt hotel run “Say, girl, can you tell me where I ae, Mi fe can find that fat Injun wontan's tepee e 3 ry 2 am going with a| | young man ten years older than I. Is! the difference in age too great for a/ hard up,” sald the irl, with @ sneer which made Smith's fingera Itch to choke ‘outdn't coax you to stop, could I T alms to stay," replied Smith coolly. ‘Bure—it won't cost you nothin’."" ‘The girl waited for the wagon, and, With @ change of manner in marked contrast to her impudent attitude toward Amith, Invited the lttle man to spend the night at the ranch, We whould not be intrude: isked doubtfully. ‘You won't feel lonesome,” she an- ewered with a laugh. “We keep a kind of free hotel ‘Colonel, I cakalate we better lay over here,” broke in Tubbs. His employer winced at this new title, but nodded assent; #o they all forded the shallow stream and entered the door-yard together. “Mother!” called the girl. One of the heavy plank doors of the long loghouse opened, and uw short woman, large-hipped, full-busted—in “ppearance a typical blanket equaw— stood in the doorway. Her thick hatr was braided Indian fashion, her fingers red with he with brass natiheads, beaded moccasin: broad feet. when it is 6 passion ead the girl briefly. “I am Susie MacDonald.” “My game is Peter McArthur, me- jem,” ‘The little man concealed hi as best he could, and bowed. ‘The girl, quick to note hie pr surprise white man. You' when you cro Recovering himaeht, the etran politely: “Ah, MacDonald—that good Scotch name is @ very familiar one to me. I had an uncle’—— “I go show dem where to turn de horses,” interrupted the Indian wom- fan, to whom the conversation was un- interesting. S without ceremony eh padded away in her moccasins, dra ing her blanket equaw-fashton acrons face as she waddled down the path. At the mission the woman had ob- tained the rudiments of an education, ‘There, too, ehe had learned to cut and fter @ crude, laborious neighborin, ‘white eattlemen; and ‘Mac- Donald, the big, silent Scotch Mac- Donald who had come down from the north country and married her before the reservation prfest, was given the credit for having instilled into her some of his own shrewdness and thrift. In the corral the Indian woman cams upon Smith. He turned his head slowly and looked at her. For a ond, two, three seconds, or more, they looked Into each other's eyes. His gaze was confident, masterful, compelling; hers was wondering, until finally she dropped her eyes in the missive, modest, half-shy way of Indian women, Smith motstened his short upper lip with the tip of his tongue, while the shadow of a amile jurked at the corner of his mouth. He turned to his saddle again and without speaking she watched him until he had gone into the barn. His saddle lay on tho ground, half covering his blankets. Something in this heap caught the woman's eyes and held them. Swoop- ing forward, she caught @ protruding corner between her thumb and finger and pulled a gay, atriped blanket from the rest. Lifting ft to her nose, « sinelted tt. Smith saw the act as he came out of the door, but there neither consternation nor fear in face. Smith knew Indian women, CHAPTER Ill. The Empty Chair. ETER MARTHUR came inte the bix lving-room of the ranch-liouse bearing tenderly in his arms a long brown sack. He set !t upon a chair, and, as he patted {t affectionately, he sald to the Indfan woman tn explana- uon; y. iA rope eg. POLL ea! \ Puietannben! Friday, DDOODODOQGHDHBHOAGAGDODYHGOPADOSGDOODODOAODOOODOSE -ME—SMITH” DS Fobrusty 16; 191 ve got your war bag full ) my dear air — ‘Sinith's my name.” thur laughed heartily, » my dear sir, T understand, You erring to mines " the spec'mens No doubt you will be amused, but the wealth of Croesus c: me the contents of t that ‘Mieters’ me,” ‘Every time I've ever beat in a deal, 1 that's called me Smith sults me better." “Certainly, tf you prefer,” amtoabdly replied MoArthur, although uneniight- ened by the explanation, sack, MeArthur held up inepection what looked to bo a lump of dried mua, This is a magnificent enectmen of the acean period,” he declare, broke a horse for that son of a Jollar and six bit The fire of enthusiasm died in — By Caroline Lockhart FOTISODSODOSOESOVOSESHOTAGS: “*Define a ‘Preposttion?’—A Preposition Is What a Feller Has to Sell That No- body Wants—There’s Copper Preposi= tons, Stiver Lead Prepositions, and Once I Had an Oil Preposition Up i the Swift Current Country.” fancted him. “Say, Guv'ner, what business ¢0 you follow, anyhow?’ Tubbs asked the Question tn the tone of one who really ‘ing with as perfect an appre- everyth! ciation of its value as an auctioneer. ‘Mhrough the dining room door, which Opened into the kitchen, he could seo wanted to get at the bottom of a matter | the kitehen range—a big one— the larg- which had troubled him. “Atr you a ig hunter by trade, or what? I've hauled you around fer more'n a month now, and ain't figgered it ont what you're after, We've dug up ant-hillx and busted open most of the rocks be- tween here and the North Fork of Pow-| der River, but I've never seen you git| anything yet that anybuddy'd want.’ In the deginning of their tour Tubbds's Questions and cavatio comment would he ven MoArthur offense, but a longer acquaintance had taught him that none was intended; that his words Were merely those of a man entirely without knowledge upon any subs save those which had come under direct observation. While Tubbs tre quently exasperated him beyond expres ston, he found at the same time a cer- tain fascination !n tho man's incredible orance, jeota hia mind was tke and his horizon as nur- MeArthur'a own, thoug his ton did not suspect ft. The little Sclentiat saw life trom the viewpoint of 4 snail college and a New England vil lage; Tu knew only the sagebrush plains, MoArthor now replied dryly, but with. out irritation “My real trade— anthropology imteit gist ‘Gawd, fell elaculated Smith tn mock diamay, “Don't tip your hand Uke that, I'm a kih myself, but I plays a lone game. T opens up to no man or woman Uvin'* Tubbe looked slightly ashamed of hta_emptoyer. “Pardon mo?” “T may, dre give nobody the cinch on you. Many a good man's tongue has hung him." MeArthur atid Smith's unsmil- ing face in perplexity, not at all mre that he was not in earnoat, They sat in allenco after this, even Tubbs being too hun, ery to indulge tin reminiacence, The odor of frying ateak fled the room, and the warmth from the round sheet-tron atove gave Hmith, in pare tloular, a delicious sense of comfort. Me felt as a cat on a comfortable cushion m foe! after day: of prowling for food and other two men, occupied wi own thoughts, cloned thelr « est made for private houses, Smith Wked that. He liked things on @ big? = Besides, it a ed generosity, and he had come to 1 a Woman's kiteh " a8 an index to her No distinctly approved of the Dig meat Platter upon which the Chinese @o0k was piling steak. He eyed the mongrel dog lying at the In woman's feet, and noted t were distended with foc was projudiced against, usp) ous of a Woman who kept lean dogs. 8, he looked at wned it all. Sho was se his taste, but he shoulders and the f : also her har, whion® slong for an Indian woman's, She as too short In the body. He won rod If sie rode. Ifo had a peculte: Intian women can 4 that, as Smith well knew—love to eh end, faithfully, | " In the roundin trained. am earling as some aky- yelled the cook from an’ git it.” his chair door the cook hammered on @ huge iron triangle with a pol In response to which sound a mott half-dozen men filed from bunk house at @ galt very nei sembling a trot. ‘The long dining table wae )cavened’ with a red tablecloth, and Piles of Dread end fried etenk rose e Itke monuments. At each place there wax a platter, amd beside it a steel knife, @ fork, and @ tin spoon. 4 The bunk house crowd wasted time tn coremony. Potsing their forits!t f@ the meat platter in a candii search for the most desirable piece. they alternately stabbed chunks o/ teak and bread. Thetr platters once loaded with # generous sample of all food iy aight, they fell apon it with uncon. coaled relish. Eating, MoArthur ob- served, wae @ Dusiness; there was no time for the amenities of social inter: course until the first pangs of hunge; were appeased. —_— "amitson [N YOUR val ca AS Iryvou nein tM TO HOE me TMNT NOTHING 'T TRUE?" He replaced his speciuen and thed the aa 1 Arthur’a eyes as they nan looked from What for a prospo open up in @ limestone . Upped on the chair, with his head restin, against the unbleached muslin which lined the walls, win as he asked the quest o entire world ein which the branch Were so clearly do- a singular” person, a wagon-load of chur gl was not sure that he rospect’—that's Rr Find “Paiches”’ Follow th: Schooldays «) & By Dwig not #0 Smith. Nothing, to the amall- Grea) est detail, escaped him. He eppraised (To Be Continued.) Must Woman “Obey?” No! For Two Reasons: Because She OUGHT Not, and Because She WILL Not. Coprright, 1912, by The Prem Pubtidiing Co. (The Now York Werf), By Madison C. Peters. IIAVE performed hundrede of marriage ceremonies and mever asked the bride to promise obedienes to her husband. No eensfble American woman has any Intention of obeying her husband, and to ask her to , promise what she doce not mean to perform ts dishonest. ‘To impose upon young women the solemn obligation “to obey,” surrounded by all the authority of religion, an obligation which they ought met to Incur, affords a striking tilustration of the subjection of womanhood te maa’s authority—a doctrine which, fortunately for the happiness of womankind, etviliea- tion {# outgrowing. Woman {ts no longer looked upon merely as a slave te eam. tribute to the comfort of man, Whoever is pledged to obey ts a lave, and {t te af the more slavery if@he servitude ts self-imposed and strengthened by the presertption of religion. : Make marriage as sacred and as close as {t is pomafble for both Church emé State to make tt, Dut let it be equal, impartial; and thet ft may be eo the werd obey"! must elther be abandoned er made reciprocal. Why should the husband demand of the wife to do that which would be repugnant and revolting to himseit? Love is the foundation upon which all true marriage is based, but love never exact® a distasteful task or demands a hateful sacrifice, Where “obey” ts promised, equality fe gone, and just tm proportion as @is doctrine 1s carried out it trains men from boyhood tte self-indulgent Cage ts Tho bride, tn recelving the ring and pledging obedience, may see @ beauty In the pledge, but the plodge of obedience ta taking up the yoke of Ps And, whatever may be the preacher's explanation, the historio fact in regard to marriage, where obedience ts pledged, {9 the theory of inequallty—samething left ot the old heresy of the “Perptual Tutelage of Women" under the Roman law. The ‘obey’ in the marriage ceremony implies that every woman must ebey somebody, and, in spite of our boasted progyess we have not gut very far away from the old Roman law that every woman, of whatever age, of whatever eoa- ition, must be under somebody's control; and thie concentrating all euthertiy over the wife upon the husband ts the residue of @ barbarous age. \ ‘The average European woman thinks that man may impose upon her Aivine right—whe ta a beast of burden and ts ruled in the eptrit of the dark ages. Often denied education and completely subordinated te her husband, women Itves in fear of and in subjection to her low! and master. Not eo in America, Here wo have come to look upon woman as man's equal and oo-werker in everything that * embetlivhes life and sanctifies humantty, Away with the word “obey” from the marriage oaremeny! Demand that it be stricken out; dare to be singular, and ineist that eetther you nor any one whom | you love hall be so pledged! The problem of matrimony ts not obedience, but deference. By the law of marital obedience the wife {s beund as {s the husband. But he ie not to obey he nor is she to obey him. Both are to be obedient to the lawe of reason, courtes) * and love. Whore a marriage ts a unton on equal terms, @ free and glad surrender of the heart, there 9 no need of any pr of obedience, And if the marriage is 2 intstake no subsection can mend ft, ae The Day’s Good Stories We gsi ie Vby Lvat adrice as W lis sbUlO® phe tick a2, —" \—Toung's Old Rgiens| Logic. was the dis ‘dead 1 dom, she scawered, | Comfortably Cool. r " jnnoke @ great) ¢g-rv HE mnall boy finds ice ‘congenial’ for and the angels surely y ha other purposes than ekating,’ asserted t 1 wo emo) i" Edeound Breose, “If you don’t belicte " y ill ast listen to . t en phere came out of No, 8T he vod om, won't, eab, 1 Hh barat : ‘nal boy aitting ou one of his blocks Hore!" bo roared, ‘wot are yor e-sitting om —_—_—— It Happened in Bosion. fe", ABBE WISE, t te te teengtained teen, "Wag ie when bev Boston for ee 4 th rl a ever play the truant’ cut te, the Routh station fetormined wo | the od hotel. Bo ‘he accosted a fine: | ‘oure 1 dit!’ soared the tomman, ‘Now who was coming towant him, con-| then, you such @ citicas he would be sure] “* ‘an’ when you none $id zu ether (on Magaxing, a