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THE BEE: OMAHA, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 2, 1912 15 11 SILK HAT HARRY'S DIVORCE SUIT Why Does a Chicken Cross the Street? Copyright. 1913. National News Ass n. Drawn for The Bee by Tad herb BWKl) ) I. .III!.,.. . ) IP, ill ( LUTHER. SAYS 5H6'S 1 36MI 5ui,vCA MEW HALT FeoMCK.' GO OCT THEF-fi- rAvjELF AND iiTE" VVNHATS op Married Life the Third Year Warren Becomes Irritable and Accuses Helen of Ridicul ing Their Hostess. By MABEL HERBERT URNER, "He said the third house from the church," Warren frowned down the tree shaded street. "Don't see anything that looks like a church." "Perhaps it's the next street. sug gested Helen. "No, he said the second turning from the , station and i ii i i aw ezxrrter- i'j 1 i . . ii. i I ii ill I hi I ii I ii 1 1 J ii 1 1 'ir.i .-' i nun ruin in ijflU IPJS" : , C43 1 , J- w wL i - (r-itSTV"WQVJ lU THVj f MAy ( SLOW) ! I I I K TT I i " ,7 5v I 1 i I : r - .n I I if , " ' f i "I love here. then "five minutes walk to the top.' These Englishmen'" directions are so blamed indefinite." "Let's go on a little further maybe it's up beyond that crossing." It was a typical English suburban street, with the vine-covered cot tages, flower gar dens and stone fences. "Rose Villa, Cedar Lodge, Ivy Manor," read Helen from the gate posts th wav they name their houses It's so much more picturesque than hav ing them numbered." "Well, it's a darn sight more confusing. You know 110 comes after 108, but I'll be switched Ifyou know what comes after Villa or Cedar Lodge, woumn want the postman's job." "Oh thre could that be It? He said gray brick, didn't he?" "No, that's too pretentious. Boothby's niv a ierk on about five pounds a week." "Why, I thought you said he was a ... m 11.tf middle-aged man witn a lamiiyt . "Sn he is. But there are a lot of middle aged clerks In . England living on ' five pounds a week-and they're, content with Jt. too. If a man's a clerk here, he stays a clerk, and he doesn't think he ought t.o be promoted to the head of the nrm. ' This was a trait of the English char acter that appealed strongly to Warren. He often said that "over here servants are servants and they. don't expect to be anything else that's why they re good servants." But Helen could never quite see why lack of ambition should be commendable, and she said so now. "Ambition? It's not ambition It's restlessness and dissatisfaction. Who was it said 'America Is full of careless, young people who want to be great'? Well, he had it Just about right. There, Isn't that a church?" The third house, beyond It was a plain, little, gray brick cottage, but the garden gave It an air of home. As they were sailing Saturday, Warren had insisted on their accepting this In vitation to tea, Mr. Boothby was only a clerk in the office where he had made his headquarters, but In many ways he bad been' most ' helpful and Warren planned to leave some unfinished busi ness in his care. As they went up the flower-edged path (Helen saw that the table on the lawn was already set for tea. Mr. Boothby i.ti.wtiirAA than in Kla wlfa AnA twn daughters. The girls, dressed for the occasion. In their best white gowns, were awkward and self-conscious. It waa plain that to them all this was quite. -an event. .; Most of the middle class" English are convinced that every. America Is a millionaire. And the Boothbys had probably looked forward to this ita with much concern and trepi dation: ' ' - ' ' ' : 'They, were soon seated in the wicker Vlmlr bv thn HttlA tabid nnrtnr th ro There was no maid nnd the two young girls passed the tea and toasted muffins . with shy embarrassment Their white dresses were stiffly starched and their blue sashes carefully tied. It was so plainly their "Sunday best." "These are mighty good sandwiches, Mrs. Boothby," said Warren, as he took another.' , "la this anchovy paste?" "No, that's made from kippered herrlnar. I'm glad you like it We use that a great deal for sandwiches here." "You buy It canned?" asked Helen. uu, Mwr. just iniiQ a nerrintfi l&AQ out all the bones and mince it up with butter and seasoning." ' .' There's nothing that, so pleases a hos tess as to ask how some special dish la made. ; And Mrs. Boothby was most highly flattered by their interest In her sandwiches. When they had finished tea Mrs. Booth hv said ahruntlr. "Now we'll ma Into h louse and have soma music." Helen murmured vaguely "That would be very nice," wondering what the music would b.-. . f The parlor was small and stuffy. The old-fash'oned furniture, not old enough to be antique, was of that unfortunate Heavy walnut and marble-top period. A cheap upright piano was conspicuously placed. When they were all seated Mrs. Boothby said: "Now, Emma, you play for ua first." To Helen's surprise Emma, shy and self conscious as she was, rose obediently without a demur. They all waited silently while she selected a sheet of music from the stack on top of the piano. It was an old-fashioned piece on the order of 'The Storm" or "The Battle," with thunderous chords In the bass and reckless runs and trills In the treble. Emma's awkward, unnimble fingers blun dered over this as best they could. Mr. and Mrs. Boothby listened with evident pride. When at last tho piece was brought to a tempestuous, discordant end, Helen mur mured some few vague words of praise. "Yes, we think she plays very well," said Mrs. Boothby, complacently. "She's only1 been taking three years. Marjorie, now you play something for us." Marjorie, like her sister, went to the piano without a word of protest Her piece was lets stormy, but her execution was equally bad. Then Mr. Boothby suggested that they play their "duet" And to Helen's hor ror they took down a thick piece of music snd began the ('Poet and the Peasant Overture." , ' Here Warren leaned over and gave Helen a sly nudge, and she turned her uncontrollable laugh Into a forced cough. The poor cheap piano groaned and quaked under the onslaught of the four strenuous hands. The loud pedal worked overtime, and when at last they finished both girls were flushed and perspiring from their vigorous efforts. Helen had no words with which to commend this performance, so she clapped her handa applaudingly, nudging Warren to do the same. "Yes, we all like that piece," said Mrs. Boothby with the same pleased com placency. "How long were you learning that girls?" "About three months," answered Emma, who was now fingering self-consciously the en1 of her Sash. "Ob, what a lovely doggie f murmured Helen, glad of an excuse to change the subject She stooped over to pet the fat and aged poodle that now came sniffing around her skirts. The dog ignoring the caress, suddenly sat down and began scratching an elusive flea. "Go show the lady how you can shut the door, Pughy," demanded Mrs. Boothby. "Oo on," as she continued to scratch. "Shut the door Puhgy! Shut it!" , , Sullenly he waddled over to the halt open door, backed up against it and shoved it to, then promptly sat down again in pursuit of the flea.. "Dear, let's go as soon as we can," Helen managed to whisper under cover of the laugh that followed. But it was fully half an hour before they could break away. They deolded to go back by motor bus, and Mr. Boothby went with them down the hill and put them on. "Well, It's not exactly good form to call on people and then make fun of them," said Warren, curtly. ' Helen looked up in surprise., "Why dnar, I didn't mean to make fun of them." "Sounds mighty like It." "But that music why you were almost convulsed!" ... "Well, ljm not harping on It now. They're mighty fine people,' I tetl you, and It's devilish bad taste on your part to laugh at them." "But, dear," helplessly, "I didn't mean it that way." - , ' "Then cut it , out. When you accept people's hospitality have the decency not to ridicule them." Just what had ruffled Warren, Helen did not know. But she had learned to accept these unreasonable outbursts of irritation without argument or protest' She might have recalled to him many instances where he had ridiculed their heet or hostess tar more: severely .than she had dons now but she Wisely re frained. ,' A quick' side glance showed her that Warren was still scowling. , "Dear, those herring sandwiches were deltoloua-weren't they?" eoncillatorlly. But his only answer was a. reluctant grunt , i And as so often before when these fits of unaccountable grumpliMss would come over him, Helen could only remain silent. And now she resigned herself to an even ing of churlish Irritability, which "she knew would follow. ,: "l DONT WANT TO TFLK ABOUT MYSELF SUT DEFORE SIXTEEN OLD I- TO THE STAKE . f HC FAG60T3 WERE HEAPED UP AROUND HIM AND THE GRINNING WHOOPIflff RED MEN WE EE EAECUTNG THEIR FAMOUS BUCK AND WN6 SPECIALTY TRCVIOUS TO EXECUTING SAMMY BIG CHIEF k USB QUA SUDDENLY STOPPED THE DANCE AND SPOKE : PALE FACE ASK VOU QUESTION. ANSWER WBONCi 00 BURN. ANSWER PIGHT, VOU GO FJ5E5 "6HO0rSAlD SAM.TVJCN THE CHEP ASKCDIPTME OAK COUGHED WOULD THE 35IRCW BftRkf TAKE THIS 5EffT0iP LADY ABNCY THE C-S0LDlER WHO SCRAPED WS SHINS AT FORT TOTTEN WA5 AS CLEAN AS A WHISTLE AND HI6BUNK FOR THE NIGHT WAS A BENCH IN MADISON SpUACE.IT WAS RAINING CATS AND POOS WHEN WE METROPOLITAN CHIMES PUNCHED THE ATMOSPHERE! IX WALLOPS. A COP WHO HAPPENED ALONG SOAKED BARNEV ONE ON THE 6MEUB? AND TOLD HIM TO MOSEY ON. ARNEV POINTED UPTO THE TOWER AND HOLLERED, "IN WEATHER LiUC THIS tMOSE BELLS IN TWETDWEJ? MUST BE RING IN 6 WET OFFICER.' VOURE ON MV FOOTi 8 & fMto MLL THE FARMERS WERE AT THE COUNTRY BARN DANCE SILAS KOfiNONCOBB WAS DOING THE SAUSALITO SLIDE WlTU VFnnWN MFPNIT TlAc BELLE OF THE VILLICrV.BUm PUKty&OON N COMES HIRAM FOOZLES. WHOM THEY CALL"WIGH FOR ShORI HIRAM WAS NT IH A MINUTE WHEN He BABBLED OUT, "IFYOU WERE TEN.TIN& OUT FOR THE SUMMER AND IT WAS Ho T WOULD VOU 6 Pii THE HEAT WAS I NTEN SE (iNTgNTS.) ? V H15T)!-TI5THE6N0RE OF VON COP The Ten Ages of Beauty The Modem Maid Ttds picture, the last of this series by Miss Nell Brinkley, Is produced by permission from Good Housekeeping Magazine for Hepteinber. queen of all the correctly ...dressed maids for nineteen centuries pant; " Comfort, ' ease and a marked Absence of artificiality , are depleted in. the air of '" -. . janquiu grace'. and charm lent by the girl in the picture. While the girl of 1912 may show faults of dress, ' in comparison to her sisters of generations past, she enjoys a comfort of style never dreamed of in former days. The Hated Motherin-Law By WINIFRED BLACK. . BJBJgJgf1 - ""Sp, Wi IS ' 1 It accom panies an article by Octave Uzanne, entitled "The Story of Furs and Muffs." In this picture Miss Brinkley shows the fashionably dressed girl of today, and, as pointed out by Miss Ayer in her accompanying article, she la easily the Here as last Is the most perfect type of beauty the Autumn girl of 1912, It has taken nineteen Christian cen turies, besides all the thousands of years that went before, to evolve this delicate and exquisite flower of the human rare, and she shows her gratitude by remem bering "the glory that was Greece and the grandeur that was Rome," and bor rows a fillet from the one to bind her modern marcelled tresses, and a tunlo from the other to wear over her well eorseted little figure. She is the queen of all the centuries; time and history are annihilated for her. So you lovs your husband and bate his mother. Tou are perfectly happy with him sxoept when you think of her and then you are miserable. She lives near you and she never come across the three- y 1 hold of your door, nor do you ever go to see her and the one grief . of your life is that your husband will visit her. Nothing will keep him at home on "mother's even ing." as she calls it .And she is nar row minded and bigoted, and mean and critical and you hate, hate, hate her, and please what shall you do? Why, you foolish, foolish,, small, minded, bitter-hearted little woman you, whatever Is the, matter with you? ; Look, look, look back. Are they any insane in your family? Does some rela tive of yours see the world through the bars of a madhouse? For to be quite plain, that's where such thoughts as those you cherish lead, and that's the honest truth. . ,.y . I' ; . Who (a she, this woman that jron'star awake nights to haU? The mother of the man you say you love. If It were hot for her there would be no such man. lie has his mother's eyes, his mother's walk and his mother's brain, they say. Why do you hate all these things when she has them and love them when you see them In him.? Jealous? Why she carried him in her tired arm before you were even thought, of. She stayed up nights with him and she knelt and held out her arms and taught him to take his first faltering steps, and almost cried for joy to see him do It. What do you know about love, you poor little Jealous-hearted thing? She knows she knows. She watched him grow then by inch and develop hour by hour. v She ' knew when ha fell in love with you. How? mo, ne didn't ten tier, tut r. she knew Just the same. She's a mother-. that's how, And she thought what a t lucky girl you were to gain the love of S such a paragon among mortals, ber son,'. the son of her heart, and gout , jj She wasn't always old- and tjucer, yoiij. know, this mother of your husband. SheK was young, too, once, and. pretty, omasJ say much prettier, than you. And she iasi, kept all the letters her boy's father eve wrote her. 1 ( 1 -m Prim, matter-of-fact letters thexfd'seem;;v to you, but do you know that the queer! little old lady you hate reads them over!" and over,, and never falls Set thrill oVer j the one with the faded rose pressed la lt, U and the line of poetry written around theW edge of it. "-" She could tell you a whole lot of lnter-i eating things about the flrsf years fF married life, If you'd let her. ..Why don't!,, you do it? - . Tou don't like to be first Nonsensol A pretty thing like, you., Why, one smlla5 one real, genuine, honest smile from you, would melt the Jce. around any elderlyp heart. Go to see her today, his mother,. and go In the right spirit. , ; , i Have you finished ths, first baby clothes yet? Run and ask. his mother what she' thinks of the new buttoned bands and se what she says about safety pins. ' ( Find out whether she approved k of,.v baskets of. cribs for little new arrivals Let her show you the picture of hlm(.t when he was six months old and had "sUch wonderful hair, my dear, enough) ' to reach clear across, his dear little round: head." Find out whether he was subjec., to cotllc and what she did for him. , What, no bables-ahd hone wanted V Well, well,- no wonder you're in trouble u You've got to have something to take upj.t .your tlmei so you'vi invented a hatred, .i 'Dear, dear, what a mistake. A baby', would be better, my dear oh, so much ; better. ' , ' ' ' Come down from that high perch-coms down and walk among the children and the flowers and the common folk. It will : do you good. And, whisper Stop being a "petted wife" for a-while and be just, a plain, honest, Warm-hearted. forgiv.i lng, open-minded, loving woman. You'll bs surprised to see how well it pays. Necromancy . By KLLA WHEELER WILC&X. Copyright 1912, by American-Journal-Examiner. V THE AUTUMJf GlflLDK 1912.. By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER. All things that man has wrung from the earth or made with his hands at length are laid at her dainty feet The sacred scarab burled for thousands of years In the folds of mummy cloth which wrapped the body of some Egyp tian . king hangs by a silken thread around the neck of the autumn girl. The lace on her frock Is part f an altar cloth worked by pious hands sev eral hundred years ago. Her jewels rival those of any ancient aueen. and tha atllc and satin which tta wears are more perfect than anything Cleopatra could have obtained, for chif fon and liberty velvets are modern in ventions. Only the richest and greatest of the earth could afford to wear cloth of gold In olden days. Sable and ermine were theirs by right ' of law and power. A "commoner" was punished for dressing like his peers, and no woman was per mitted to dress above her station. That may have had Its disadvantages, as fathers and husbands will tell you but the girl of 1812 knows how to cheer up poor old father as he groans over the t .. .. j - What necromancy lies in little things! " A yellow rose, get in a yellow Jar, . Smiled through the window of a city shop, , And lot the hot street vanished, and the voice . Of blatant commerce suddenly was hushed. . I seemed to walk" along cool corridors, - . Where fountains played, the priceless statues gleamed; Out from an alcove tiptoed tender notes Of harp strings, lightly touched; a woman laughed, : And silken .garments, kissing marble floors, , Exaled a fragrance, subtle as their sound. No discords marred the harmony of lite . . V .. Beauty and mirth, and music, made the world,' . What necromancy lies In little things! . ; . . ... ' ,' ' - What necromancy lies in vagrant airs! Idle and, hapVy, basking in the sun, Where arjt with nature holds high carnival. j . One Summer, day there fell upon ear ' A half forgotten melody. It flayed ' ' My heart out into strings whereon the hand -' t Of Fain thrummed misereres, and the light . . . Spilling upon the earth from flawless skies Was changed, and charged with darkness. From deep graves, Dead Sorrows rose, with mould upon their shrpuds; . . And in the eyeless sockets of their skulls-1 . -;v Burned old despairs. The haggard Past stood forth, . And hid the radiant Present from ray sight. 1 " ' ! -What necromancy lies in vagrant airs! r t ... u i ; t . ft 1 'or, U'l ',i !'V t :') 1 I' ' . J :i it; bills, and she Is no true daughter of Eve If she can't fascinate her husband Into signing checks at ber command. "Oh, I must have new furs, dear!" How softly she can coo as she names the sum, which is quit a bit more than he thought it was going to be. But It always Is. And as he looks at this charming creature, at once his greatest btessing and his most expensive luxury, he realises that the American man's progress up the ladder of financial suc cess Is measured by the way his wife dresses. She Is like an advertising display the electric light sign that attracts all eyes to his own ever Increasing wealth. ' No wonder he lavishes money upon her, ;.? -I. . : . . . i u and no wonder she wears her frocks and;; furs and Jewels as if they were hers toy:;! right The electric sign revels In its own " glory and never thinks that it doea hot ;a create its own radiance. , ? :tl But the man who works to earn all this" splendor, the men, and women who toll'' at .starvation wage3 to make these woa derful frocks and coats,' often ask , If It1"' was really worth whllei. and ',. If ' hsjf' wouldn't have looked pretty In a plain i v little 4ress. ' - : ' " The ghostly ' little rabbit ' by her,' side F looks up In humble admiration. He has'" sacrificed his very skin' for her -adorn-'v: ment. and beholds It now glorified as i , electric seal. He Is ore of many to con- tribute his life to make her beautiful. ;