THE TIKE: OMAHA. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 14, 1015.
Br - m
Two
Policemen
Keep
72,000 in
Order
in Iceland
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
Copyright, 1915, Star Company.)
Can you Imagine an Island containing
72,000 civilised human beings where only
two police officers are to be found or
needed, but one hospital, no poorhouse.
or orphan aslum.
If vVS
and only an empty
prison:?
And no begging,
no "town poor," no
homeless people?
Well, such a
''country" exists,
so we wore told by
pne who was born
and bred there,
and who. makes
yearly pllarlmagea
' to her old home.
This land Is Ice
land. To most of us it
Is a mere name,
learned In geo
graphy In childhood, and suggestive of
bitter cold and desolation.
Instead, It proves to bo a land milder
than New England in winter, because
warmed by the Gulf stream, and one of
the wonders of the world from a moral
and peaceful and industrial standpoint.
There are no wealthy people In Iceland,
but all are aristocrats, so far as ancient
pedigrees count in aristocracy, and that
Is aristocracy's only claim to worth.
In the year 874 (eight hundred and sev-only-four,
mind you!), a collection of
"kings," each of a little kingdom of his
own. rebelled against the tyranyy of an
other king who wanted to "boss" them
all and emigrated from Norway to Ice
land. Every one of the 72,000 inhabitants of
Iceland today can trace his ancestry
airecny oacK to one or these kings.
Of course every king or queen In the
world today Is no mora "royal" of blood
than are all these Iclanders, for each one j
originally descended from some such
potty ch.leftaln who called himself a
"king" in those early days.
Poverty and hard work became the
lot of those chieftains and their families
in Iceland, but they bore it proudly and
taugh their children to be noble and up
right and dignified In their conduct, aa a
proof of tholr lineage. . . ,
Today ' the people of Iceland are atl
poor, but there are no paupers, no depen
dents; al! are self-supporting. There . Is
little or no crime there.
The only murder committeed ' since tha
memory of the Informant a lady of
mature years was some forty-seven
years ago by an Insane man.
He, too, was a solitary figure, as there
are no insane people as a class In Ice
land, and no necessity exists for a re
treat, xne prison is rarely occupied, ex
cept when drunken sailors come ashore
from foreign ships and Introduce dis
order. There is no orphan asylum or home for
the aged. When any child Is orphaned
some mother takes it to her own home
end hearth and heart and raises it as
her own.
When aged persons nre bereft of their
natural protectors, the same humane law
exists and they are sheltered and cared
for whilo they live by sympathetic
friends and neighbors.
The only "moneyed class" consists of
the salaried officers from Denmark, who
direct affairs of state.
Sheep raising, weaving, spinning, knit
ting, hay raining and fishing form the
occupations of these descendants of an
cient kings.
Each man, however poor, Is yet self
supporting, and as "royal" as his neigh
bor, who may possess a little more.
in the memory of the oldest inhabit
ant there have been but two divorces.
These necessitated three years' separa
tion from "bed and board" before legal
divorce could be obtained.
(New York fashionable society will not
be liable to emigrate to Iceland.)
An American woman paid a visit to
Iceland some time ago and wrote of it
a a follows:'
"An Isle of wonder, born of fire and
ice; a land where there- are few schools
and no illiterates. Mo orphan home or
almshouse, and no houseless head or
beggar; where the government pay the
doctors, teachers and preachers; where
every man has an occupation and capital
crimes are unknown."
The crying need of Iceland today is a
Hhool for girls. Mothers are the only
ducators of their daugnters, while a fine
.ollege for men has existed for centuries.
That the women of Iceland are so in
telligent and well informed a sthey are
speaks wonders for these mothers, de
prived of all save the rudiments of education.
0 "The Song of Songs"
rp right, l!M Intern ! News Sen Ice.
q By Nell Brinklcy q
CALVIN
sCLs? . .... '
If iw" w 'fc
"The Song of Songs" Is al sad aa the word "Nevermore." As
sad as the word "good-bye." It's a etory of broken dreams them
is mirth singing along with it, just as mirth goes along with any
story in the life around you. Sometimes wry mirth, because the
mouth that sings it is moving above a heart like death, it's a little
picture held up to you for you to see and weep over if you will
to shrug your shoulders over If you would do that, too a picture of
a girl's life that Is a melody broken off short and taken up in an
other strain. A flower dipped In black. And it is inevitable that It
should grow as It grows, and end as it ends. And that Is why it is
very sad and why you go away with your heart like a cold stone In
your breast for man snd woman creatures fear and hate and look
understand the Inevitable and grieve over It the longest.
"The Song of Songs" is a melody written by a Greek, who
dreamed and who had one little girl. And the baby-girl grew into a
woman and the woman hunted for her "Song of Songs" the
enchanting whisper yt real love, old-fashioned love, fine love that
must sing in her ears some day. And before she ever heard the
divine song that her ears were keen for as youth's ears are the
melody of her life was broken off and begun anew with an earthllcr
theme. And while you watch all this weaving into despairing fabric
before your eyes, you are thinking this very knidly: "How do I dare
to Judge and neatly pigeon-hole when any one may have carried
hopefully and In all good faith the 'Song of Songs' in their bands
and the hope of hearing it In their hearts?"
"I am looking for the 'Song of Songs,' " said she to the first
one who listened. And the rover in her fared abroad locking for
the god who brewed the cup of Tristram and Ineult to meet him fae
to face. And soon she turned aside with the Inra of what she fan
cied was her dreamed-on muslo in her ears. And here was a shel
tered place where the stream ran smooth and the sun shone but no
piping of the mad god echoed through. "Is this the 'Song of
Songs?' " she asked. And here a woman thrust ber out on a harder
road the thread of her life darkened and for a long while tho
"Song of gongs" was only a dim echo and something to be smiled at
as a babyish dream. And the flower darkened and grew very close
to earth. Then one day, never to be mistaken, so sweet it was, so
clean and so fine, the "Song of Songs" came to her ears like a trum
pet call, with Love's own Hps a-blowing it a little while too late.
And the kind and stern old man of the play, who gives you all tho
mirth, and who shakes with laughter the very tears in your eyes
who's wise and cruel, too lays his hands on the strings before ever
she's heard the first tweet measure, and bids her out on the road
again.
And she puts her hand in that of the man whom first she told.
"I'm looking for the 'Song of Songs' " and this is the end. But it
isn't the "Song of Songs" she hears, for she held that to the blaze
and watched It burn out of her heart and her hand.
There is the "Song or Songs," with Irene Fenwick the seeker,
the flower close to the earth; with John Mason, the powerful; Doro
thy Donnelly, deep-flowing; Cyril Kelghtly, the first man and last;
Thomas Wise, who makes your tears to tremble with laughter; Cal
vin Thomas, the man who comes with the "Song of Songs" who Is
youth with a heart like the world in Spring (so big), who is brave to
forgive and forget but who takes the boat that sails "Anywhere"
with a marks on his soul NELL BRINKLEY.
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lYKortii
June, the bride of Ned Warner, im
pulsively leaves her husband "
honeymoon Because
that she must be dependent on htm lor
money. Bhe desires to be independent
June Is pursuea py uuwiri -i
" r.z " T. ...j m. Hh. muidm from
his clutches with difficulty. Ned searches
distractedly tor June. and. learning of
elves aekuni, w ,. -
After many adventures June is rescued
fmm river mratea by Durban, an artist.
She pones as the "Spirit ot the Marsn.
to driven out by Mrs. Durban and is kid
naped by Wye and Cunningham. June
escapee, tries sweatshop work and Is dis
possessed by ner lanaiauj.
FOURTEENTH EPISODE.
In the Crip of Poverty.
CHAPTER II.
In the bare little room upstairs stood
the wall groomed Orin Cunningham, twirl
ing his white mustache and counting some
money into the hand of dumpy Mrs.
Waters. Gilbert Blye stood by. his black
eyes glowing- He stroked his black
Vandyke with his' lean, white fingers,
and he smiled his suave smile us Mrs.
Waters, tying the money in a corner of
liter apron, pointed to the bundle of pant.
jln the corner; then i w moved the narrow
jwashaland from in fioiit nf dior ami
I inserted a key in the ! k. Sh threw
open the door, closed it again and gave
the key to Gilbert Blye.
In the office of Klliabcth lawyer the
tall, good looking man, sat down with a
smile. Neither he nor his wife noticed or
thought of the quirt little figure In the
corner.
"Well, Betty, what can 1 do for you?"
asked Sawyer cordially.
"Loan me some money, Harry."
"I'd rather give it to you," he suld.
"I couldn't think of It." Mrs. Sawyer
reached in her desk for a block of bank
blanks. "1 shall need .i0 If you can
spare It."
'Certainly."
They both wrote at once, silting side
by side at the desk, he a check to his
wife and she a thirty-day note to her
husband.
"You will get in trouble once in a
while, ton t you, Betty?" laughed the
man.
Khe looked at him reproachfully.
"You know why."
"Yea." lie nodded sympathetically and,
patting the hand which lay on the edge
of the desk, picked up the protugraph.
"The babies. Betty, you're a wonder!
What man's business could stand such
interruptions?"
She smiled fondly at the photograph
and then at him,, then from her desk
drew a small blank book. Khe turned
to a page headed "Hllla I'ayablr." There
were only two entries, and now she mmle
a third. The dates of all three were
about two years apart.
' Tliut M tl.Hi k in my bunlnrfc was
llai rv,' and Willi the tip 'hi r l encil
lm touilud the oldest child (n the pho
tograph. "And this was one was Betsy.
Today's note Is the baby. It has taken
me a year to catch up every time."
"No buslnesa can do without the boss,"
agreed the man. 'That applies to every
thing, Betty. You look busy here."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you!" ahe laughed.
Sho picked up the two documents which
Edward Jones had Insisted on leaving
for her consideration. Her hunband read
them gravely and passed them back.
"Flattering," he smiled.
"Isn't It?" Her eyes brightened. They
had seemed rather tired. "Of course the
consolidation's absurd, but Jones would
pay me a good price for an outriKht
sale" And she pointed to the line left
blank.
"I'll pay you a better, Betty."
"The reason I wouldn't sell to either of
yon Is that I want to keep the buolneHS.
I'm proud of It."
"All right." He shook hands with
her. "A bargain's a bargain."
A boy came in. She had rung for hliu
as soon as she had the check. Fhe In
dorsed It now and put It in her bank book
and gave It to the boy.
"The nurse Is outside with the chil
dren." the boy reported as he turned to
go.
t "Th.r. ir... , ...
she looked to her memorandum pad. "I
gave Mary an appointment. Harry wa
to go to the doctor."
"Harry!" The man was Instantly con
cerned. "Is there anything the mutter
with Harry?"
"He's so nervous."
The nurse came In, carrying tho baby
and leading a beautiful curly haired
lltt!e girl, whose face was smeared with
chocolate randy. The boy, a fine, hearty
little fellow, came stomping In and
grinned pleasantly at Ma father and
mother, standing with his sturdy legs
oultret'icd and his fists Jammed In his
lockets. '
Advice to Lovelorn
By Beatrice
Fairfax
(To Urn Continued Tomorrow )
Voir View Is Narraw.
Dear MIhs Fairfax: 1 am 24 and in love
with a girl of 21. Am earning lu a week,
ho we dec.ldeu to marry In the fall.
Through hard and continued work 1 have
Ho.'uniulat.fd about V-i.. and the young
Ih'I)- has about H.buu. it has been dr-ll-d
il-.?t 1 furnish the home. I am per
f ctly willing to spend all my earnings
to i'u this.
Now, what I would like to know Is
thlf,: What i!sposlUoii should the gill
make of her m uiry? That Is a delliate
queHlion and 1 vould Ilka to hear from
you how to hand'e It. The reamm 1 am
worried is hetauae I do not think a girl
i-hould have hioikt on her own name
aftr being marrl1, tor then she could
always buy Ihlnitrr without eoklug ine,
wiiu h would ne.ver do. The girl has the
utmost ronfidi w e In me. What would
you advise rnt to do ami how to a-t.
rp:itr'L.KXKKr.
Tho subject of a wife's Independence
has been very much discussed of late. 1
should say that your f3,0i0 would furnish
a very charrtiing home, and I should ad
vUe the girl to put away her own money
In tier own name. If she spends it, she
has a perfect right to, as It Is her own
money. Just reverse your positions and
sen how you would feel If you hsd to aal!
your wife's permission for every little
thing you wanted. Be broad-minded.
Illamlu thr Idea.
lear Miss Fairfax: 1 urn IN. I am deeply
In love with a widow, 35, and know that
my love la returned, but my folks oh
Je t on account of her having two chil
dren. I also dttarly love these children.
1 now have an Income of $12. with
bushier proapects, but she is willing to
help support the family until I receive
advancement.
What shall I do? ANXIOUS.
You feollah boy! This woman Is hon
estly old enough to be your mother. She
Is doing a criminal thing In encouraging
you to auppose you are In love with
lu-r. Ten yuars from now, when you
are about old enough to consider marry
ing some bright, young woman, she will
be mlddle-iiaed. Iilsmlys the absurd
thought from your mind at once.
A(f aad Matrimony.
I lea r a Mlns Fairfax: Will you giv me
your opinion aa to the difference In aa-s
between men and women who contem
plate matrimony? I am of the opinion
that ten years should be the limit when
the womnn Is older, hut cannot dectiie
what It should be when the man Is the
older. Also will you tell me what you
think of marriages between coiiHins.
Ii, J. F.
No one csn make arbitrary rules about
age and matrimony. In Kriieral I think
it best for the men to be a few years
older than the woman. However, in one
of the happiest marriages 1 know there
is eight years' seniority on the wire's
part, and in another very happy one the
wife is fifteen years older than her hus
band. The chani'ia for happiness are
greatest when the msn and woman are
in the same generation with community
nf interests to add congeniality to their
love.
Marriages between cousins are most in
advisable rrom a eugenic standpoint.
Many stutea forbid such marriages.
Don't Make Matters Worse.
Dear Miss Fairfax: I ain and love a
girl of 17. VS e were engaged, but we
had a (ailing out aud she married a
man she had known only a few weeks,
i Hut now she nas come to me to tell me
she loves me better than her husbeud. I
attll love tier. Kindly advise me what
to do. IS. B, K.
You are both too young to know what
you are doing. The girl proved this by
marrying foolishly. By no means Influ
ence her to leave her husband, bhe has
no right to speak to you of love, and
j you have no right to listen.
The Marrlat of r'OBslaa.
I Dear Miss Fairfax: Our vnun. iii.i
Is in love with my slater and would like
to marry her. Now I have often heard
It said that it Is not well for cousins to
marry, and r would wish to know
whether thst statement la correct. Do
you think it Is harmful? L. B. J.
Couslns-or any people who are closely
related by ties of blood should not
marry. A little study of eugenics will
show you the wisdom of this.
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