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THE BEE: OMAHA, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1012. ( age V SILK HAT HARRY'S DIVORCE SUIT Iracm't Judge aCMcken Jytta Parsley 'Soma the m Drawn for The Bee bv Tad 5AY HARRy COOLOWT VOu WITH THE. OUO&e AND Get M'm. to t-CT opp. THE 30fW OV:r FOR TOCtW- I VMA.WT TO JPEWD THt K TY AT A WEATjat VNELL- I'LL GIVE HIM AU fcfcPUU. OF SOB STUFF AN& AIe HIM LITTLE JUROfc NO (0- j he oujr vAjjrs ro Get amja tooav- SE.E 1 KMOW THAr it- VJ U-M- A- N ( JEHO HER. UP TO THS. BtTfCH - ( 30 voufi-s Txe vooMtr j i-AOW VNrtO VAJANU TO I 6ET AvAW TOD AV vmMv vou ooit meam to re ex. e THAT THI i li VO- Hit TUN J UIIHAJ " r r iTS NW TEVTH L V S3AWO ORDER In the COURT , i III ! -r 4 Y$r WW 1 " IW'N 1 !! Hunting a Husband The Widow's Gloomy Day in the Country is Brightened by Some Pleasant Anticipations. By VIRGINIA TERHDNE VAN DEWATER. Day dawned dull and gray on the morning following the Minora' arrival at Fleasanton. Beatrice, awakening late, heard the drip, drip of rain from the eaves over her window, and turned upon her pillow with a sigh of disgust The the sentence, "As gloomy as a day in the country," came to her mind. She won dered who had ever said it to her. Then ehe remembered that Robert Maynard had once used the expression and that ehe had laughed at the aptness of it. What could be more dreary than such a day as this, her first in this summer resort? She pondered upon Dr. Haynes sudden appearance last night, trying to decide whether his manner had been the result of professional interest or mere pity for a lonely woman. Somehow, this morning, the whole affair seemed flat, stale, and unprofitable. The sound of Mary in the kitchen at the other end of the bungalow was car ried to her ears. In the small building, finished in wood throughout, wlh no plaster to muffle the sounds, a step on "His brother!" exclaimed Beatrice, in credulously. "Why, yes, Robert, you know. His fiancee has gone to the White mountains with her father and mother, so Robert comes out often to see his brother Paul to relieve the monotony of her absence, I suppose. He says little about her, even to me, and he is just as good to talk to, you know, even If he is engaged." She laughed again. She was evidently in a good humor. "Of course he Is," responded Beatrice, heartily. For the moment she was think ing less of Robert Maynard than of his brother, Paul, of whom Helen had said yesterday that he was wealthy, and a bachelor. "Come about S o'clock," repeated her friend. "Let Jack come over here and play with Dan today, won't youT Put his rubber boots on and send him right along. I'll send Tom over with the cov ered carriage for you late this afternoon, and return the small boy at the same time. Do not bother to dress for dinner. any of the floors could be heard in every for there will be only ourselves here for room. From Mary's vigorous handling of the pots and pans this morning one would infer that she was as gloomy as the day. The acrid odor of kerosene smoke startled the mistress of the house, and as soon as she was dressed she hastened to the kitchen. r "Did I smell kerosene, Mary?" she queried suspiciously. The maid's flushed face attested to the fact that she had been having her own troubles wtih the range. Sure, ma'am, it's years since I've made a coal fire and I've had a fierce time of it this morning. So I Just put a little kerosene on to hurry things along a bit There wasn't any fire in the stove when I poured in the He." Beatrice looked grave. "It's a risky thing to do," she warned. "You know, I sup pose, that if it could be proved that you used kerosene in your range no insurance could be collected if the house burned down?" "An' what's the difference, seeln' tha house don't belong to you?" remarked Mary, with the inconsequence of her kind. Beatrice did not wish to continue the argument, and arouse her mala s com bative spirit, so after a gentle request that she be very careful, she returned to the children's room to assist them in their dressing. Both Jack and Jean were in ecstasy at finding themselves In the country and their spirits were not damp ened by the information that they could not go off the veranda until the rain ceased. The downfall lasted all day, however, and for a while domestic matters indoors seemed as unpromising as the weather outside, for, soon after breakfast, Mary sought out her mistress with an account of her range troubles. She found that un less she had a very hot fire in the kitchen she would get no hot water with which to wash her dishes. But this same big fire, she claimed, would make the small kitchen unbearably hot. "If we only had some way of heating water In a pot On top of the range with out havin' a fire in the range itself!" she wailed. After the maid has returned to the kitchen, Beatrice moved by the necessity for advice telephoned to Helen Robblns and proceeded to pour forth her tale of woe. Helen, always practical- and quick witted suggested that Beatrice and Mary bring up fom the cellar' an oil stove which the former inmates of the bunga low had always used during the summers. "Mary can heat water for the dishes on that without the discomfort and work of a coal fire," she explained. "But, of i course, you will not have hot water In the boiler for your baths." "Oh, never mind about ' that," replied Beatrice. castically, "what is the comfort of an entire family compared with the conven iences of one maid?" Helen laughed sympathetically. "Well, dear," she said, "you know we all nave to put up with that kind of thing out here. I am sorry that your first day should be so damp and dismal. Vut are you going to do this afternoon?" "Nothing," replied Beatrice, "except sit around and get the blues." "Nonsense!" ejaculated her friend. "Make up your mind to come over here about 5 o'clock and stay to dinner. Uncle Henry was coming out, but he never comes If it rains :for" with a giggle "the dampness gives him rheumatism in his poor old bones. 1 would not ask you If he was to be here, for he would bore you to death pect him on any day that was not clear that meal. And the men who may come over this evening will not expect to Bee city togs In this unfashionable place." "All right and thank you!" responded Beatrice. "Do not send for me too early, for I would like to see my little girl safety through her supper before I leave her. She is ever so much better today, so I do not think that even Dr. Haynes could object to my leaving her this even ing." "Of course, he couldn't" agreed Helen. "To tell the truth, I thought he was over careful about the child last night. I wish you could have been with us, yet we had no other company, after all, than Dr. Haynes. He wanted to telephone you just before he started for home and ask about Jean, but I would not let him wake you." "Thank you!" said Beatrice meekly. She did not think It worth while to tell her friend of the pyhsiclan's uncon ventionally late call. While Helen still talked. Beatrice de cided that this evening she would wear an elaborately simple net and lace frock over a pale blue slip. For blue brought out the color of her eyes and made her look young. And since she had gone to the expense of getting pretty clothes for this summer, why not wear them when she had the chance to dd so? Then she listened once more to Helen's remarks. They had been upon the weather, and of no especial Interest But her final speech brought the widow to attention. "There is no loss without some small gain." Mrs. Robblns was saying, "And I am grateful to this persistent rain for preventing Uncle Henry's weekly visit to Pleasanton today." "So am I," agreed Beatrice. And In her heart she knew that she spoke the truth. ORTflSA SPVS-'WfiRM IS ABOUT TWe M&T SUBSTITUTE OR COAL" TIS flEW YEAP& EvF AT THfTFStf hopn ciua sn-encE pcevflts TOR BUdC-EYE BIH 15 about TO RENDER THAT PATHETIC LITTLE PTTy THE LACE ON Te BARROOW DOOR: LETT HAND SALUTE? ENTER THE CLEAN UP KIDS AMD EXIT BUCKEYE BILL HEAD POKE MOST AS HE IS rASSJNfr SWPTLV THROUGH THE VOOR SOMEONE. SELLS FROM THE TOP STORY, ' IF CABBAGE WAS A-HCflD WOULD THE TOMATO KETCHUP? 4 Ladies and tttmmEH WE HAVE WJTH (J 5 THI 5 EVENING i i 6ENTi.EMEN BE SEATED TA'RA'RA'RA INTERLOCUTOR- WEiL TAMOd WHATS THE NEWS TO-DAY- TAMBO-WH Y, A LITTLE ML Of Six YEARS HELD UP TRAIN out west INTERICKTOV- OH, COME NOW, TflMBo. SURELY VOU JONT EXPECT US TO CLIEVE THATfl CHILD OF Six YEARS COULD HOLDUP A TRAN OF fiDLE" BODIED MdN AMD WOMEN TRMBO-AW NEVAH SAID NQPFlH ABOUT H0LDIN' UPA TRAN OF MfM AND WIMMN. SHE HELD Uf A BRIDES TURIN AT A WE DO rt. WOOPS Y GOSH,'.' 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"Well, for instance, there was a chap came up here from New York in June to engage a room for himself. " 'I only want a small room,' he said, 'for the month of August, while my wife la travotfnr In F.uron "So I showed him a small room; but 'By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER, (fid :: j V A r MISS FLORENCE MOORE he said: " 'No; my Wife wouldn't care ab6ut this. A good view, you know, Isn't es sential. Haven't you something cheaper?' "I showed him a smaller, cheaper room, "After all," she added, sar- I DUt ),e shook his head. " 'My wife,' he explained, 'doesn't think I need to be on one of the parlor floors. Haven't you got an attic room?' "I ehowed him the cheapest smallest room in the house. " 'How much Is this room,' he asked. "I mentioned a very low rate. "Get right along out of here," Baid Miss Florence Moore, as she pushed her life and stage partner, Mr. Montgomery, out of the dressing room at the Broadway theater, New York. "I am going to be interviewed on 'How to be beautiful, though ugly.' " Miss Moore perched herself on a trunk as big as a touring car, and I sat before her to take account of stock, so to speak. She had had time to wash off her makeup, but I had not yet been able to realize absolutely natural wins the audience from the first Now funny women are , very Beldom beautiful .funny faces are no beautiful faces, though they may be lovable ones and are often fascinating ones. As I sat and watched and studied Miss Moore, I wondered how she had ever come to de. vote herself to being a conmedlenne. She has a very serious fact, the eyes are extraordinarily earnest and penetrating, with something of the visionary look In them that belongs to the religious en- " 'Oh. dear!' he said, frowning; 'my -who is called the funniest young woman wife thinks I ought to get a room for on tne Bt&ge. JiiBt what kind of a person was the girl J thuslast. The mouth alone Is humorous half that.' "Then I looked the poor chap right in the eye. " 'See here.' said I, 'you don't want a room. What you want is a divorce.' " Louisville Times. You see It was like this: From an aisle An Old Custom. i 'ft..... " KA man wUa V . ' I chased a pedigree that reached back to awa'- nd 8he had genuinely whlm- But he told me not to ex- 1 the "coming over" of William the Con- steal and Irrepresslbly funny. queror. ik a gma snuu oox mai was i the first act. In a weird trouserette iinr.fi nv one ni mv sreai-creat-Trana- ana Drignt so as u is aamp ana raw, fathers.'.' . -U.a'11 katra a trrxrJ nillot timo tnCAthpf I "VPfV i 11 1 PTPSt ITHT And DerhaDS I'll telephone down to the ! man who was examining the thing. "Very definable quality keeps her from erring and very flexible. But she Is pretty. "Why didn't you go In for straight act ing, where you could have been the beau- seat In the theater I had watched Miss i tlful lady of the piece?" I asked Miss Moore pick up Hanky Panky and walk off with it, In the slang of the stage, with a physical vitality which seemed extraordinary for a person of so slight a build. She acted her scenes with whirl wind quality that takes your breath costume, anyone else but MIfs Moore replied the gentle- would have been vulgar, but some In- ! Cedar Cliff for Paul Maynard and his brother to come up and call this evening.'' Interesting, Indeed. I had no idea that th 'mud in Hitrm&nr1 mark hflrl hnon in us at long as thaf'-Chicago Tribune. I humor with in this way and a preponteroux sense of a spontaneity which seems Moore. Oh, there is a so much bigger field in this line of work, and It Is so much more Interesting. Besides I think It's a fine thing to make people lattgh If one can. Laughter Is healthy and there Is not half enough If it In the world. You must know my theories about remaining young, and ah. did you pay beautiful? Thank you. I've never considered myself so, but all Compliments are gratefully accepted. Well, I should advise women to culti vate a sense of humor and train their eyes on the sunny side of life. "No matter how you feel about It, or what you really look like, the laughing. humorous fate, even If It Inn't strictly beautiful, Is the face that people like to look at In a preference to the sad-eyed, despairing beauty." "But do you think a sense of humor can be cultivated?" "Yes, I do, end I think It should be part of their education. If women would learn to look on the funny side of life, that, side would grow, and they would see moro and more funny and amusing things to Interest them. Often when I go on the stage, feeling down, as one Is apt to do. I see Homeone In the audience that strikes me as funny, and I begin to laugh and a Whole lot Is lifted from my shoulders. "Nobody knows what I'm laughing at, and I suppose they think It's part of the show, but sometimes I catch sight of those stern people Who come to the theater with the firm determination not to be amused, and not to think any Joke funny. They sit there with the expression that says 'I dare you to make me laugh.' I always take the dare, and nothing gives me more joy than to bring a reluctant, shame-faced grin on such a fare." "Where did you get all your ftrpntth from, Miss Moore? "You certainly don't look robust." "Do you know I'm not the Itast con scious of It, until I come off and look over my gown, which Is generally In shreds after the performance. This dress tells the story of how hard I work," and Miss Moore looked ruefully at her span gled frock to put her finger through numerous tears that hore witness to that evening's strenuous performance. Though we were getting on nicely In a conversational way, 1 hadn't found out yet what was the secret power In this extraordinary young woman, who can make a big audience laugh at her antics on the stage, and who Is so earnest, so Simple and unaffected, ko anything but comic In private life. She wus still sitting on the touring trunk, brushing her long mane of hair, which unlike ordinary theatrical hair grows on her own head and not on the dressing table. "Miss Moore, do tell how you do it. Your life Is harder and more strenuous than that of the average woman in the audience. You have to be keyed up to a certain pitch every night to get your audience, and yet you don't look tired; in fact, you look younger off the stage than on It. Now. confess, what you do when you get to this theater feeling that you haven't any vitality or any strength to work with, and yet knowing that you must play your part with all your usual vivacity?" Miss Moore looked at me with those deep, penetrating eyes from which all mirth and roguishness were banished and said: "I pray. I'm a Christian Scientist and It often happens that when I get out be fore that big audience and feel my strength nosing from me, and my audi ence getting away, I just stand there and pray. "I may be saying a joke with my lips, but right down in the bottom of my heart I'm praying for strength." There was no need of 'questioning her any further, for despite the fact that she Is known as the funniest woman on the stage, the secret of her power which will bo the secret of health and youth as long as she needs it, Is a deep and spirit ual one, which preachers and lecturers talk about. The Manicure Lady r -J "This Is a funny sort of a world," sal:l the Manicure Iady. "Today we are here and tomorrow we are In the Klondike, as one of them poets once said." "What's the matter now?" asked the Head Barber. "Oh, Wilfred got sore again the other night" replied the Manicure Lady. "He whs saying something about writing a comic opera and father told him he ought to be able to write one, seeing whut a Joke he was himself. I don't think the old gent ought to sink the harpoon Into brother so hard. The poor boy Is only a poet, and I guess, George, that he U a kind of a minor league poet at that, seeing that he can't get none of his stuff Into the papers, but that ain't any mason vhy the old gent should get after him sr hard. I think a son ought to be ti true friend to his father, but when a father calls his son a Joke and says that a man can't be a poet when he has a htad shaped like n hubbard 'quash. I guess that the son has a right to object. How Is a hubbard squash shaped, George?" "All I remember is that It ain't round, but kind of big at one end .and small at the other. I don't think it Is right for jour father to compare your brother's head lo a hubbard, becauso from what poetry you have shown me of his I don't think his head is big anywhere." "That's where you are wrong, George," said the manicure lndy. "Wilfred's head Is too big altogether. He has one of tho biggest heads for a young man that was ever set on two shoulders. That's the real trouble with him, George. He thinks that when It comes to writing poetry he has Milton and Mister Danto looking tike two deuces, and you know as w ell as I do, George, that ain't any way for a young man to think that never got no poems published except a few In a flour and feud trade paper." "Well, what Is all tho chatter about?" asked the head barber. "Oh, nothing much. I was Jimt talking to you, George, so that there would b something running through your empty head. 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