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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 21, 1924)
—'" ■ —-------- ‘ ^ yrofiiaa^-^g^aagj-riio-:-c&V.. ■GBBIhb ,-. SHKHMm - HH. HHBIini H HnHSH . fl •••••• Kfl ‘‘I have relatives not far from Hartford- I may prevail upon [then to take you in until you are [full-fledged, providing you do jnot find this aunt. You say you wave twenty-four hundred in •your letter of eredit. It will not ,«<*4 you more than six hundred 4© reach your destination. The peart* were really yours t” “They were left to me by my mother. I sometimes laid away ■ay father’s clothes in his trunk. [I saw the -metal box a hundred tinea, but I never thought of opening it until the day 1 fled. 1 never even burrowed down into the trunk. I had no curiosity .of that kind. I wanted something aJivo.” She paused. ; ‘‘Oom.’ “Well, suddenly I knew that I ■spat sec the inside of that box, {which had a padlock. I wrench mi this off, and in an envelope "addressed to me in faded ink, ’I found the locket and the pearls. .It la queer how ideas pop into oatr'm head. Instantly I knew AM I was going to run away thal night before he returned from the neighboring island. At the bottom of thg trunk I found two of agy mother's dresses. I txMked them with the other few things I owned. Morgan the trader did not haggle over the pearls, but gave me at once what be Judged * fair price. You will wonder why he did not hold the pearls until Father returned. I <hdot understand then but I do s. Cl was partly to- pay a he had against father.” ‘And partly what else!” "*I shall never tell anybody that.” “I don’t know ” said tho doc tor, dubiously. ‘‘You’re ouly twenty—not legally of age.” “I am here in Canton,” she replied, simply. “Very well. I’ll cable to and in a few days we’ll have some news. I’m a ^ray beard, aii old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. Sometimes I am frightfully busy ; and then there will be periods of dullness. 1 have a few regular patients, and I take care of them in the morning. Every after noon, from now on, I will teach you a little about life—I mean the worldly points of view you’re Uke|y to meet. You ere queerly educated; and it strikes me that your fattier had some definite purpose in thus educating you. I’ll try to flit! in the gaps.” The girl’* eyes filled- “I wonder if y©u will understand what this kindness means to me ? I am so terribly wise—and so wofully ignorant I” 1 UAl'TKK XII The doctor shifted his books and magazines to the crook of his elbow. He had done this a dozen times on the way from his office. Hooks were always slid ing and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. 1 looking at this girl, a sense of failure swept over him. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat hank-aocount, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized •xeept in the smoke of his even ing pip®. Aad yet he knew that his skill sraa equal to that of any fashion -»Me {tractloner in Hong-Kong. He wasn t quite hard enough to win worldly success; that was his xaniL Anybody in pain had only to call to him. So, here he ’•***.,,1he ,ast laP of middle age, in China, having missed all the thrills in life except one— the war against Death. It rather astonished him. He hadn’t fol lowed this angle of thought in ten years: what he might have tooen, with a little shrewd self ishness. This extraordinary child had opened up an old channel through which it was no longer •afe to cruise. She was like an angel with one wing. The simile •tarted a laugh in his throat. “Why do you laugh?” she asked gravely. “At a thought. Of you—an angel with one wing.” "Meaning that I don’t belong anywhere, in' heaven or on earth!” "Meaning that you must cut aff tike wing ar grow another to mate it- Let’s go up and see how the patient is doing. Wu may have news for us. We’ll get those books into your roem first. And I’ll have supper with you.” - “If only . ” But she did not complete the thought aloud. If only this man had been her father! The world would have meant nothing; the island would have been wide enough. “You were laying-!” “I started to say something; that is all.” “By the way, did you read those stories!” “Yes.” “Worth anything!” “I don’t know.” “Silly love itories!” “No; love wasn’t the theme. Suposing you take them and read them! You might be able to tell me why I felt disapointed. ” “All right. I'll take them back with me. Probably he has something to say and can’t say i it, or he writes well about noth ing” ‘I)o you believe bis failure caused . . . . ” “ What T” he barked. But he did not follow on with the thought. There was no need of sowing suspicion when he wasn’t really certain there were grounds for it. “Well, you never can tell,’’ he continued, lamely. “These writer chaps are queer birds.” “Queer birds,” He laughed and followed her into the hotel. “More slang,” he said. I’ll have to set you right on that, too.” “I have heard sailors use words like that, but I never knew • what they meant.” Sailors, he thought; and most of them the dregs of the South Seas, casting their evil glances at this exquisite creature and trying to smirch with innuendo the crystal clearness of her mind. Perhaps there were experiences she would never confide to any man- Sudden indignation boiled up in him. The father was a madman. It did not matter that he wore the oloth; something was wrong with him. He hadn’t played fair. “Remember; we must keep the young fellow’s thoughts away from himself. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-tom*; read to hitn.” “What made him buy that sing-song girl T” Regarding this, Ruth had ideas of her own, but she wanted the doctor’s point of view. “Maybe he realized that he Mas slipping fast and thought a fine aetion might give him a hand-hold on life again. You tell me he didn’t like the stuff.” “He shuddered when he drank.” “Well, that’s a hopeful sign. I'll test him out later; see if there is any craving. Give me. the books. I’ll put them in your room; then we’ll have a look see.” The patient was asleep. Ac cording to Wu, the young man had not opened his eyes once during the afternoon. So Ruth returned to her room and sorted the books and maga zines tbe doctor had loaned her, inspected the titles and searched for pictures. Ami thus it was that she came upon a book of Steven son’s verse—her find adventure into poetry. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized ami sung them par rot-M’ise- But here M-as new music, tender and kindly and Mhimsieal, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the h\jart. Any thing that had love in it! The doctor comprehended that he also had his M’ork cut out. While the girl kept the patient from dwelling upon his mis fortunes, M’hatever these were, he himself Mrould have to keep the girl from brooding over hers. So he made merry at the dinner table, told comic stories, and was astonished at the readiness M’ith which she grasped the comic side of life. His curiosity put itself into a question. “Old Morgan the trader,” she explained, “used to save me Tit Bits. He would read the jokes and illustrate them: and after a 1 w time I could sec the point of a joke without having it explained to me. I believe it amused him. I was a novelty. He was always in a state of semi-intoxication, but he was always gentle w'ith me- Probably he taught me what a joke was merely to irritate my father; for suddenly Father stopped my going to the storr for things and sent our old Ka naka cook instead. She had been to San Francisco, and what J learned about the world was from her. Thank you for the books." “You were born on the is land!" “I believe so."’ “You don’t remember your mother!" “Oh, no; she died when I was very little.” She showed him the locket; and he studied the face. It was equally as beautiul but not quite so fine as the daughter’s. He returned the locket without corn merit. “Perhaps things would have been different if she had lived." “No doubt," he replied. “Mine died while I was over here. Perhaps that is why I lost my ambition." “I am sorry." “It is life." There was a pause. “He never let me keep a dog or a cat about the house. But after a time I learned the ways of the parra keets, and they would come down to me lik* doves in the stories. I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders- And what a noise they made! This is how I used to call them.” She pursed her lips and utter ed a whistle piercingly shrill and high; and instantly she became the object of intense astonish ment on the part of the other diners. She was quite oblivious to the sensation she had created. The picture of her flashed across the doctor’s vision magic ally. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, i there among the wild plantain. “I never told anybody,” she went on. ‘ An audience might have frightened the birds. Only in the sunshine; they would not answer my whistle on cloudy days.” “Didn’t the natives have a name for yout” She blushed. “It was silly.” “Go on, tell me,” he urged, enchanted. Never was there another girl like this one. He blushed, too< spiritually, as it were. He had invited himself to dine with her merely to watch her table manners. They were exquisite. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fine *ness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eter nal warfare against indifference and slovenliness. Only the strong survived. This queer father of hers had given her everything but his arms. “Tell me, what did they call you?” “Well, the old Kanaka cook used to call me the Golden One, but the natives called me the Dawn Pearl ” “The Dawn Pearl! Odd, but we white folks aren’t half so poetical as the yellow or the black. What did you do when your father went on trips to other islands?” “Took off my shoes and stock ings and played in the lagoon.” “He made you wear shoes and stockings?” “Always.” “What else did you do when alone?’1 ‘‘I read the encyclopaedia. That is how I learned that there were such things as novels. Books! Aren’t they wonderful?” The blind alley t>f life stretch ing out before her, with its secret doorways and hidden menaces; and she was unconcerned. Books , an inexplicable hunger to be satisfied. Somewhere in tht world there was a book clerk with a discerning mind; for he had given her the best he had. He envied her a little. To fall upon those tales for the first time, when the mind was fresh and the heart w’as young 1 He Became awrare of an odd phase to this conversation. The continuity was frequently broken in m upon by diversory sup positions. Take the one that struck him at this moment. Sup posing that was it; at least, a solution to part of this amazing riddle t Suposing her father had made her assist him in the care of the derelicts solely to fill her with loathing and abhorrenee -—— - for mankind T “Didn’t you despise the men your i’atner brought home—the beachcombers! ’ ’ “No. In the beginning I was afraid; but after the first several cases, I had only pity. 1 some how understood.” “Didn’t some of them . . . try to touch yout” “Not the true unfortunates. How men suffer for the foolish things they do!” “Ay to that. There’s our young friend upstairs.” “There’s a funny idea in my head. I’ve been thinking about i it ever since morning. There was a loose button on that coat- and I want to sew it on. It keeps dangling in front of my eyes.” “Ah, yes; that coat. Probably a sick man’s whim. Certainly, there wasn’t a thing in the pockets- But be very careful not to let him.know. If he awoke and caught you at it, there might be a set-back. By the way, what did he say when he was out of his head!” ‘4 The word 4 Fool. ’ He mutter ed it continually. There was another phrase which sounded something like ‘Gin in a blue serge coat’. I wonder what he meant by that!” “The Lord knows!” The patient was restless during the first watch of the night. He stirred continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head. Gently each time-Both drew down the arms. There was a recurrence of fever, but nothing alarming. Once she heard him mutter, and she leaned down. “Ali Baba, in a blue-serge coat 1 God-forsaken fool!” CHAPTER XIII One day Ruth caught the pa tient’s eyes following her about; but there was no question in the gaze, no interest; so she pretend ed not to notice. “Where am IT” asked Spur lock. “In Canton.” "How long have I been in bedT” (TO BE CONTINUKD) U. 8. Exports Few Tiros. In 1923, the production of casings for motor cars and motorcycles In the principal tire manufacturing countries of the world reached an estimated total of 64,620,000. The United States, which has 80 per cent, of the world’s motor cars within Its bonders, produced about 46.000,000. The United States exports of cas ings numbered 1,326,763 in 1922, and increased to 1,362,741 in 1923, but the percentage of the total export trade supplied by the United States de clined from 33.5 per cent. In 1922 to 29.4 in 1923. Although the United States did this creditable share of the export tire trade o| the world in 1923, the number of casings shipped abroad v/as only about 3 per cent, of the tire production of the country. The answer lies in the fact that there are more than 13,200,000 motor cars In the United States, while the rest of the world has about 2,280,000. PROPOSE TO CURTAIL OLYMPICS PROGRAM Stockholm, August —A radical change in the programs of Olympic games to a pattern more resembling that rof the original Olympics In an cient Greece, Involving a reduction of the number of contests to 29, Is urged by Erik Bergvall, director of the Olympic' stadium In Stockholm, and a well known leader In Swedish athletics. Mr. Bergvall attaches paramount Importance to the power of the Olympic games to strengthen the feeling of the solidarity among na tions, as the Olympics in ancient Greece helped to bind together the states, but he points out that It Is becoming increasingly difficult for smaller nations to participate on the large scale which the modern games demand. The ancient games lasted only five days and there were only 15 or 16 events on the program, while the modern games last for months and have had all the way from 108 to 390 events. The Swedish expert grants that climate and other physical circum stances make It necessary for vari ous nations to develop sports more or less peculiar to themselves, and in which they would naturally be expected to win the highest prizes, hence It would not be fair to cut the program down to the ancient limits. Vet, allowing for this variety, he thinks the number of events could be reduced to 29. The Ideal program, according to Mr. Bergvall, is as follows; Running. 100, 400, 1,500, and 5,000 meter races; hurdles one event; high Jump, broad jump, pole vault. Javelin, discus, shot, hammer, pentathlon, decathlon, wrestling, in five classes, gymnastic drill, swimming, 100, 200, 600, 1,500 meter races; boxing In five classes. Mr. Bergvall objects to team con tests for economic reasons. This would eliminate football, relay teams, etc. He would omit rowlnc and sail ing contests because it Is virtually Impossible to find a place for per formance which would offer fair con ditions to all competitors. He recom mends leaving out all winter sports, a line In which the Swedes themselves excel, and further thinks that motor races, bicycle races, golf, shooting, tennis and weight lifting have no proper place In an Olympic program. Should Say Notl From Life. Rastue—Aaln’t -you ’shamed fer yo’ wife to take In washln’T Rufus—No, deedy, not se long ae eh* doe* axoort work. - '■ I - There ts Much to See David Grayson Often as I work 1 stop to see, really see, see everything, or to listen, and it . is the wonder of wonders how much there is in this old world which we never dreamed of, how many beautiful, curious, interesting sights and sounds there are which ordinari ly make no impression upon our clogged, overfed and preoccupied minds. I have also had the feel ing—it may be unscientific but it is comforting — that any man might see like an Indian or smell like a hound if he gave to the senses the brains which the In dian and the hound apply to them. And I’m pretty sure about the Indian! It is marvelous what a man can do when he puts his entire mind upon one faculty and bears down hard. TODAY BY ARTHUR BRISBANE. H. G. Wells says, “Communlsrft Will die in 25 years.” He refers to the effort at communism in Russia, which really isn’t communism, and to the theorizing about communism in other countries. Communism will not die, because it has never really existed except perhaps on south sea islands. Even there they probably quarrel about the best cocoanuts and finest ladies. Original man, standing on this planet with a sharp flint In his hands, and no other earthly pos session relied on acquisitiveness, polite name fpr selfishness, to push him ahead. We have a long distance to go, and selfishness still has much work to do. The time is coming when human beings, will solve their problems of production and distribution and no longer need to hate, envy, or op press each other, or store up spe cial treasureus for themselves. But that condition won’t be called com munism. Eighty years ago, when the lata Albert Brisbane suggested that peo ple should build great apartment houses, with central heating plants, to save trouble for housewives, he was told by clergymen and others that this was “pure socialism” and that Americans would never live "herded like beasts in ono big house.” That’s how they live now however, and they pay as high as 180,000 a year rent to be “herded.” Henry Ford is nominated for the Senate in Michigan by petitions con taining enough signatures to put his name on the ballot. It was done without Ford’s knowl edge or consent, and his name may be taken off, but he might better let it go through. The Senate is an interesting club, and it would be worth Mr. Ford’s time to take a look at it, and find out for himself how the inside machinery works. He would have one advantage over other young statesmen, they would listen to his first speech and newspapers would print It. Public parks, better than the rich est could afford, open to the poor, magnificent steamships, eclipsing In comfort and safety any million aire’s private yacht, golf clubs, all these would have been called, “socialism" a few years ago. But when we accomplish and accept a thing we change its name. Ford isn’t a public speaker, but says extremely well what he has in mind. It might do some senators good to learn from Ford what the power of organized money is in this country, how earnestly it tried, and how nearly it came to success in a scheme to wipe him out, and take possession of his plant. Ford could tell the Senate many, things that it needs to know about wasted water power, the power of graft, the possibility of Improving farm conditions. Ford ought to go to the Senate, for one term anyhow, Michigan would gladly send him. Disease is one of earth’s myster ies. And most mysterious is the trouble that nature takes to protect disease germs against their enemies, Including man. For instance, the tubercular bacil lus, which kills millions, lives en cased in “a heavy capsule of fat” which gives it elasticity and protects it from its enemies in our blood. Sir Leonard Rogers, who nas specialized in fighting leprosy, noticed the resemblance between the germs of leprosy and of tuberculosis and tried on his consumptive patients injections of “sodium mor rhuate” that worked well in leprosy. It is the salt obtained from the body of codfish, and has shown extra ordinary results in leprosy and tuberculosis. Sir Leonard predicts “there will be no more tuberculosis in 26 years." He may be too optimistic, but map is slowly conquering all diseases, and tuberculosis and epilepsy will yield as others have yielded. Some fear that the human race will deteriorate when disease germs are no longer allowed “to kill off the unfit." But nature and ProvW dence will probably take care of that worry. When anesthetics were first dis covered many clergymen denounced It because It meant Interfering with God’s will, to save people from pain. We no longer worry about that. Sure Proof. From Boston Transcript. “He looks like a fool.” “But. papa, he has asked me to be his wife.” "He has? Well, don’t ever tell me that I can’t size uppeople.” A Facetious Patient From the Kansas City Star The doctor entered the patient’s room in the morning and, according to habit, read the chart first thing. He was not a little surprised to read: "J a. m. Patient very restless; nurse sleeping goupdly." .. r.ecc/ery From Influenza / Hastened by > I pe-ru-na ^ . Mr. C. A. Allen. R. R. No. 2, Bondurant, Iowa, gives testimony to the healing power of Pe-ru-na. Influenza left him much run down in health with catarrh of the nose, throat and bronichal tubes punct uated with attacks of asthma. Ho writes: “While recovering from the In fluenza I was so weak I could not gain any strength for two months. 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