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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (March 29, 1923)
Adele Garrison My Marriage Problems The Hope of Kscapc Madge Cherished Only to Lose It. There was no further word spoken by any of the limousine occupants until the machine stopped a 'second time. That we had driven through an other pair of gates I deduced from the fact that the speed of the machine had slackened to a crawl at one point and then had Increased again. Grace Draper's reference to the guarded in ner gates of the country estate to which 1 was being carried was fresh in my mind, and I did not doubt it was ohe of the guards who had opened the barriers for us and had shut them behind us. "What's the program now?" the big man asked, when the machine had stopped again. "Take this beauty to the third floor for me.” Grace Draper replied. "George, yott come along too." I felt myself lifted by a powerful pair of arms which belonged. I guessed to ^he big man. and from the manner in which he bent himself and man euvered my body at one place, I knew that I was being carried through a door. The blanket over my face effectual ly prevented me from knowing exact ly where I was. But I could tell when the big man climbed the steps to the door and when he turned to the right or left, and with a mighty effort 1 set my memory to work to count the stairs and the number of steps lie took at each turn to the right or left. It was the only effort of any kind I could make, although 1 had very lit tle hope of being able to make use of the knowledge, and even that hope died when a few seconds after we en tered the door, Grace Draper said: "Here'* the lift. We'll go up this way.” A Vaguely Familiar Face. No chance to count steps now or have any Idea of the way out from my prison house. I mentally commented that the house in which we were must be both commodious and luxuri ous and wondered if it were the home of the mysterious man of whom Lillian had told be. the multi million aire "parlor anarchist." whose identi ty as the secret power behind the gi gantic conspiracy- we were fighting. Allen Drake and Lillian had begun to susftect. We left the lift and after a few more steps of travel and maneuver ing through another door, the big man stopped. "What do you want done with her?” and his tone was that of a farm hand carrying a heavy sack of grain. "Set her down on her feet.” Grace Draper returned, and I felt the blan ket snatched from me. I reeled slight !y from the sudden change to an up right position, and the pain of the gag in my mouth, and my eyes caught the astonished look of another pair of eyes set in a face vaguely familiar. “Shaking in Your Shoes?” "Beat it now, and let his nibs know we're here." Grace Draper commanded the big man. and he left the room nt once. "George, stay here a little while. I'may need you," she directed next, then she stepped in front of me and her malevolent eyes behind her veil narrowed, and gleamed with pleasure. “AT last!' she said. "I’m to have the gentling of you. my dearie. They've premised me that.” There was that in her voice and eyes which made me feel again as if I suddenly had been enveloped in lee. I tried to brace rrryself bravely to meet anything she might do. She held jny eyes steadily with hers for a long1 minute, then gave a slfort, contemptu ous laugh. "Shaking in your shoes, aren't you. you white-livered baby?” she tatfhted. "Well, it's no fun handling a coward. I'll wait till you get your Wandering sens-s back. Perhaps you'll be able to pump up a bit of spirit then." Curiously enough, the taunting words were a relief to the terror which had seized me. For I knew the hatred which GiacetDraper cherished for me. ahd kifew that nothing hut orders which she dared not disobey would keep her front venting that hatred upon me in some ninref’effect ive form than words. At least. I ar gued from her restraint she could not harm nte before permission was given her by some person higher than her self in authority. She turned to a woman standing near, the woman whose face seemed familiar to me. "Take care of her. Linda. Take the Tittle mouthpiece out and give her something to eat.” Linda! The door "of a memory cell flashed open, and I knew why the woman's fare seemed familiar. She was the woman Grace Draper Burgess Bedtime Stories Farmer Brown's Boy and -lumper l»et Acquainted. ’Tit «oi)triinif« well to fin«l we mu*t Tut faith in tho**e vre fear to (runt. —Jumper the Hare. When Jumper the Hare darted in at the open door of Farmer Brown's sugar house he gave no thought to what might he inside. it looked dark in there, and he had a feeling that it might give him a hiding place from Reddy Fox. who was almost at his heels. He had no rfal reason for feeling that Reddy would hesitate to enter there, hut he did feel so. In this he was r.ght. Even had Farmer Brown's Boy not been there. Reddy would have hesitated to go into that house. You see Reddy is always suspecting a trap. So great, was Jumper's fear of Reddy that he ran right over the feet of Farmer Brown's Boy without Hut after a while he couldn't re sist the temptation to smell of that outstretched hand. eveu knowing it It wasn't until he had crouched In the darkest corner that he saw Farmer Brown's Boy at all. Then his heart jumped rigjit up in his throat. Anyway, that is the way it seemed, lie knew that he was safe from Reddy Fox. hut it seemed to him that he had escaped from one had called her only friend—the woman whose voice hfol brought trie to the house in Herhpatcad where tlrace had so successfully worked on my s.vrn jaihy and had paved the way to the kidnaping of my baby boy. danger only to face another. He was sure of this when Farmer Brown'a Hoy closed the door. There was no bscape then. Poor Jumper! H<>w his heart did thump! He shook all over with fright. With that door closed there was no escape. All his life he had depended on his long legs for safety. Here they would he of no use at all. He wished, he actually wished that he had remained outside, in spite of the fact that lie had been so tired that he Couldn't have run much further. Now Farmer Brown's Boy under stands the little people of the Green Forest ami the’Green Meadows and their feeling Ho went about his work In the little sugar house Just as if Jumper were not there. He took great care not to go near that turner In which .lumper was crouch ing. He took care to make no sud den movements. As he worked he whistled softly. He seldom docked at Jumper, and when he did it was merely to glance that way. You see he was trying to make Jumper feel that perhaps after all he hadn't been seen. Uttle by Nttle Juniper's heart stopped thumping. Presently he slopped shaking. He began to think that he hadn't been seen, and hope began to grow. He didn't move. No, indeed, he didn't move. He was too wise to do that. As his fright grew less, hope grew greater. Perhaps (hat door would be opened again and he would have a chance to slip cut. After a long time Farmer Brown's Boy kept going a little nearer and a little nearer to that corner In which Jumper was crouching. It was only a very little nearer each time, hard ly enough to be noticed. At last he sat down, just a few feet from Jumper. Jumper's heart began to thump again. Still Farmer Brown's Hoy took no notice of him. and gradu ally his heart stopped thumping. Then Farmer Brown's Boy began to talk in a low. soothing voice. Very, very slowly he put out a hand toward Juniper He didn't touch him, but simply held his hand there. Jumper tried to draw back. He drew Just as far back as the corner would let him. But after a while he couldn't resist the temptation to smell of that outstreatched hand. The hand didn't move. Suddenly Jumper knew that that’ hand was friendly. He didn't know how he knew, but he did know. Farmer Brown's Boy was a friend, a friend to Lie trusted. S'owly Jumper hopped out from hie corner and be gan to examine the inaide of that sugar house. He and Farmer Brown’s Boy had become acquainted Copyright, 1923. The next story: "Jumper the Hare Changes. ” 'Beatrice Fairfax Problem# That Perplex A Foolish Infalnation. Four years ago I whs happy. Then I became ill and a doctor was called in consultation by my family phy sician He saved me. but made me love him, though I never told him his success. I became 111 again, and again his advice saved me. This time I be came frightened and told inv husband 1 thought 1 loved the man. Though I had done nothing wrong he was very unkind and said that was bad enough for him to^llvoree me. I have since been'under the care,of nerve specialists. Now my husband seems to want to be kind, and I am a little happier, hut inv doctor wants me to meet the man who caused this trouble He says I would find it wa*. only a forgotten incident in his life and that would help me put the affair out of my life. B.ut I am nfrald. Surely the man who won my love without my will cannot be so callous. I am not very sure of myself, and for that reason moved away from where we lived about two years ago. 1 am in an in stitution and homesick for my chil dren. What would you do? HEARTBROKEN. t would face facts. You are trying to live in a dream world and It Is hard to adjust such a state of affairs with reality. This doctor who as you say "won your love without your will” may have been an experimental ist who could not resist using his power an any woman who came In his w ay- nr he may have been a casual flirt who never had a serious thought and who didn't dream you were going to take him seriously. In any case the whole thing was make-believe. Y'nu have some real aand beautiful tliifigs In your life— your children and your husband, who is getting over his hurt pride, and is ready to give you real love if you meet his devotion like a r°al woman. | Why should you see the man who seems to he at the bottom of your misery? He isn't a real factor In your life. You probably idealized him. But don't you see that was all a you made up to deceive yourself'’ The doctor didn’t fool you—you fooled yourself Now stoft making a ner vous wreck of yourself. You can If you will just dig deep Into your own consciousness and find nut what things are lies and errors to poison you and what things are real and true and worth cultivating.* Quarrel* and l.nvrr*. Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 am liO and have be<n going about with a girl for three months. Since this time we had three qtiar rels. The laKt her fault. I haven't seen her for over a month. 1 miss her very much and haven't been hap py since. She docs not know w here I live, but she knows where some of my friends live. Do vou think I ought to write to her or do you think that if she cared to see me, she would ask them for my address? G. F. Since you care for this girl and miss her so. who shouldn't you make an effort to reach her? It would be a strange and humiliating thing for her fo tell your friends she does not know where you live and wants to com municate with you. It is unnatural for two people to be good friends with out knowing anything of each other's homes. By ail means make an effort to get in touch with the girl." Uncle Sam Says Milk and Our School < hiidren. This booklet, whieh is issued by^ the United States Bureau of Educa tion. emphasizes the necessity of the generous use of milk for school chil dren. It discusses the results of an Inquiry which developed that on an average not over 50 per cent of all school children drink milk, and con tains several suggestions for lessons for children which are intended to im press them with the necessity of drinking milk and form the milk drinking habit. Headers of The Omaha Bee may obtain a copy of this booklet free as long as the free edition lasts by writ ing to the United States Bureau of Education, Department of the In terior. Washington, D. 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