Modem Church
Is Labor’s Friend
Bethany Presbyterian Pastor
Urges Laboring Men to
> Join Religious Work.
Rev. Albert Kuhn, pastor of Beth
any Presbyterian church, delivered a
Labor day sermon Sunday night, tak
ing as his subject, “Help Wanted.” He
said In part:
“The complaint Is often heard
among laboring men, that the church
as an organization, has little sympa
thy with them and their problems.
"This accusation is, like most
charges, partly true, partly untrue.
In principle the Christian church is
the greatest champion the working
man has; the prophets, the apostles,
Christ himself, came principally from
the working class and demanded in
sistently and fearlessly brotherly
treatment and absolute justice to the
employe by the employer. They called
down the wrath of God upon the
greedy rich who devour widows’
houses and withhold the wage of the
workmaij. The first Christian church
at Jerusalem,went even so far as to
declare for and to actually institute
communism.
"Three-fourths of the church mem
bers are laboring people themselves,
and nine-tenths of the ministers come
from homes where not only their
parents, but they themselves, had to
earn their bread by the sweat of their
brow. Whenever they are squarely
and intelligently placed before the
issue of social justice for labor, they
spontaneously respond by a deep and
enthusiastic appreciation of the claims
of labor.
“Laboring men, line up with the
church; It is your best friend.”
New York
—Day by Day—
By O. O. M’INTYRE.
New York, Sept. 3.—A page from
the diary of a modern Samuel Pepys:
Lay abed late and with my wife to
the Colony cafe to breakfast with
Rudolph Valentino and Mistress Wini
fred and Lord! how the people stared
at Rudolph nor did he appear to no
tice it soever.
Afterward for a short drive and
then to see S. J. Kaufman, the
chronicler, who caught cholera in the
Balkans and hobbles about on
crutches. Many others came and
much brave talk.
Back home and wrote many letters
and then to see W. Lengel, the editor,
and N. Hapgood there. This day I
cast my accounts and paid some debts
which lightened my burdens.
In the evening I sat.alone and pon
dered over the mystery of existence,
why we are here nad whither we go,
all depressing, then came A. Roche
to Interrupt my musings. Later fell
to reading Hamlet and so to bed.
Fourteenth street had a touch of
the good old days last week whpn two
adventurers from the hinterland were
found in doorways unconscious from
"knock out" drops. In that period
when Tom Sharkey's saloon, Maison
Doree, Sans Souci, Wolfert’s, Thlese’s
and the Grip dotted Fourteenth
street, the "knock out drop" or
"Mickey Finn” claimed almost a
dozen victims a night. Prostitution
(was then closely allied with politics
and the scarlet buccaneers who flock
ed w’here lights were brightest used
their potions freely and split rewards
with the ruling boss of the district for
protection. But those days are gone.
In three more years the last visible
vestige of the old street will be
smothered out by progress and re
form. One of the sparks among the
dying embers is a penny hippodrome
where one may gaze at those flicker
ing pictures whose titles promise:
"Parisian Beauties at their Toilet,"
"Peeping Tom in the Bath House,”
and "What He Saw in Burlesque
Queen's Dressing Room." Those are
the sum total of Fourteenth street's
wickedness these days. •
The dally afternoon regatta on
Central Park lake ha* interesting
high lights. One may rent a row
boat for 25 cents an hour and put
up $1 security so he will return it
to it* mooring. Although the lake
is only four feet deep there are a
number of life savers. Boats are
not permitted to touch the shore;, but
sometimes young shipping clerks
coax fair cargoes aboard from the
park walks and lawns. This Is
known as "Smuggle Smuggling." One
does not have to be experienced in
rowing to Join the regatta. There is
a good natured give and take when
boats bump together. The rowers
are middle-class folk who know how
to enjoy themselves In simple pleas
ured.
'w Down in Orchard street on the East
Side the children give street plays.
They rig up their own costumes and
the performances sre supposed to be
western melodramas—shootings and
killings and wild rides over the plains
on broomstick horses after Indians
When an automobile passes through
the street the performance Is inter
rupted while players run to safety.
(Copyright. 1923.)
Mrs. Cook Rites
Burial services of Mrs. E. L. Cook,
(IS, for 12 years a resident of Benson,
will be conducted at Forest Dawn
cemetery this afternoon. Funeral
services will be held from the home,
2712 North Sixtieth avenue.
Mrs. Cook was long a resident at
Nebraska, coming to the state from
Iowa.
Costly Italian Violin
Burglars' Uninn
Holds Convention
! Stolen from Musician
Theft of a valuable Italian violin
from Ills home, 3320 Dewey avenue,
was reported to police Monday hy
Henry Cox, violinist, upon his re-,
turn from his vaeallon.
And that's not all.
According to police who Investi
gated (he r«|>nrl, Ihe house looks
like Ihe Omaha local of Ho- bur
glars' union held a convention In
the front room, and carried away
everything movable for souvenirs.
The list Include* silverware, bed
nnd table linen and rlothing, Tim
violin was a Guarnerlu*.
The loss Is more than 93,00%
EDDIE’S FRIENDS_ The Session Retires to the Kitrlien
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Stories
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By THORNTON W. BURGESS.
The obstinate in deaf and blind.
And facts can't p*nertate his tnlnd.
—Grandfather Frog.
Peter Remains Obstinate.
Grandfather Frog glared with his
big, goggly eyes up at Peter Rabbit
sitting on the bank of the Smiling
Pool. You know Grandfather Frog
is very old and is Recounted very
wise, and so is usually very much
respected. But Peter had Just shown
him no respect at all. Grandfather
Frog had said that the young Chuck,
whose shining doorstep of yellow Band
Peter could see on the other side, had
swum across the Laughing Brook,
and Peter had declared that he didn't
believe it.
‘‘You long legged, long cared piece
of impudence; Do you mean to sit
there and tell me that you think I've
told an untruth?" demanded Grand
father Frog angrily.
Peter shook his head very hard.
“My goodness, no!" exclaimed Peter.
"I couldn't Imagine you telling an
untruth. Grandfather Frog. But you
didn't see that young Chuck swim
across the Laughing Brook. You said
that Jerry Muskrat told you that he
saw him swim across. I think Jerry
was mistaken. He must have seen
some one else."
“Did I hear you mention my
name?" asked a somewhat squeaky
voice, and Jerry Muskrat's head op
peared close beside the big, green lily
pad on which sat Grandfather Frog.
"You did," spoke up Grandfather
Frog before Peter could find his
tongue. "That long-legged bundle of
curiosity up there thinks there is
something the matter with your
eyes."
Jerry Muskrat looked puzzled. "If
there i3 I am not aware of It." said
he mildly. "Just what does he think
is wrong with my eyes?"
"He thinks you didn't see that
young Chuck over yonder swim
across the Laughing Brook," replied
Grnndfartier Frog.
"Huh! Is that so?" Jerry exclaim
ed. "Well, If I didn’t then I can't
see him now, and I am looking right
straight at him."
"You must have been mistaken."
protested Peter. "You must have
been because Chucks can't swim.”
HCao*
"My goodness, no!” exclaimed Peter.
"Who says they can’t?" retorted
Jerry Muskrat.
"Why I—I—I—I’ve never heard of
such a thing,” stammered I’etsr
rather lamely. VI suppose a Chuck
could swim If he fell In the water
and had to swim to save his life, but
I don't believe there ever was a
Chuck who swam Intentionally. If
that young Chuck over there really
came from this side of the Laughing
Brook, he must have got across some
other way. You never will make mo
believe he swam across.”
All that Grandfather Frog and
Jerry Muskrat could say had no ef
fect on Peter. He obstinately refused
to believe. You know there are peo
ple Just like that. Finally Grandfa
ther Frog and Jerry gave up in
disgust. Grandfather Frog dived to
the bottom of the Binding Pool, and
Jerry swam away, leaving Peter sit
ting on the hank.
(Copyrlsht, 1923 1
The next story: "Boeing Is Believ
ing.”
Man Shot
Sam Parrish, 85, of Dos Moines, la.,
foroman of a paving Ran^ working at
Dunlap, la., was shot and killed on
the street In Dunlap early thia morn
ing. The shooting 1* believed to have
been done by one of his workmen.
The man escaped In an automobile.
Omaha and Council Bluffs police
have been notified to wntrh for the
car.
I’ifjgly Wifely Rnhlmtl.
Yeggmen who gained entrance to
the Plggly Wiggly store In Council
Bluffs Sunday night through a rear
window, broke open the safe and es
caped with $350. They left $50 In
checks Police today were seeking
finger print*
ftA ICHAElPf
CftlALLORAN
BY GENE STRATTON PQRTERj
SYNOPSIS.
Michael O'llnlloruti. an nriilinm-d nrvvx
nn.v, finds a lltlle lame iclrl while on tin
errand with another hn>. The rhtld lx
frantic for fear Hint the uilttiorltlex will
plare her in an oriihannse xinre the dentil
of her grandmother a few hours previous
ly. Michael. or Mlehey, lx silglitl.v afraid
of the ehilil, hut aympnthlrra with her
over the prorpeel of the orphans' horar.
she ph-udx with him not to leave her.
Teaches finally persuades Micky to take
her away. He lilrex a woman to assist
him and gets tier established in his home
in Sunrise Alley. After bathing her
Micky gives her his lied. Both fall
asleep.
(Continued from Yesterday.1
"Yes! I'm much obliged for your
help, dearest lady. When you get
homo, go up to the last attic back,
and if there is anything there you
want help yourself. Peaches don't
need it now, while there's no one else.
Thank you, and goodby. Don't fly
before your wings grow, ’cause I
know you'll feel like toying tonight.’
Mickey hurried back to his room.
The milk bottle lay on the floor; the
child asleep beside It, The boy gazed
at her. There were strange and pecu
liar stirrings In his lonely little heart.
She was so grimy he scarcely could
tell what she looked like, but the
grip of her tiny hot hands was on
him. Presently he laughed.
“Well, fellers! Look what I've an
nexed! And I was hunting a dog!
Well, she's lots better. She won t eat
much more, she can talk Rnd she'll
be something alive waiting when I
come home. Gee, I'm glad 1 found
her.”
Mickey set the washtub on the
floor near the sleeping child, and,
filling the dishpan with water, put it
over the gasoline burner. Then he
produced soap, towel and comb, lie
looked at the child again, and, going
to the box that contained his mother's
clothing, he hunted out a nightdress.
Then he sat down to wait for the
water to heat. The door slammed
when he went after a bucket of cold
water and awakened the girl. She
looked at him; then at his prepara
tions.
"I ain't going*to be washed,” she
said. "It'll hurt me. .Put me on tho
bed."
"Put you on my bed, dirty like you
are'.’* cried Mickey, "I guess not!
You are going to be a soaped lady.
If It hurts you can be consoling
yourself thinking it will be tho last
time, ’cause after this you'll be wash
ed every day, so you won't need
skinning alive but once.’’
"I woh't! I won't" she cried.
"Now looky here!" said Mickey.
"I'm the boss of this place. If I say
wash. It's wash! See! I ain't going
to have a dirty girl with mats In her
hair living with ine. You begged me
and begged me to bring you, now
you'll be cleaned up or you'll go bark.
Which Is it, back or soap?"
The child stared at him, then
around the room.
"Soap,” she conceded.
"That's a lady,” said Mickey.
“Course It's soap! All clean and
sweet smelling like a flower. See my
mammy's nice white nightie for you?
How had Is your back, Peaches? Can
you sit up?”
"A little while," she answered. "My
legs won't go."
"Never you mind," said Mickey,
"I'll work hard and get a doctor, so
some day they will.”
"They won't ever,” Insisted Peaches.
“Granny carried me to the big doc
tors once, an' my backbone is weak,
an’ I won't ever walk, they all said
so."
"Pool! Doctors don’t know every
thing," scorned Mickey. "That was
long ago, maybe. By the time I can
earn enough to get you a dress and
shoes a doctor will come along who’s
found out how to make backs over.
There's one that put different legs on
a dog. I read about it in the papers
I sold. We'll save our mondy and
get him to put another back on you.
Just a bully back."
"Oh. Mickey, will you?" she cried.
"Sure!" said Mickey. "Now you
sit up and I'll wash you like mammy
always did me.”
Peaches obeyed. Mickey soaped ■
cloth, knelt beside her. Then he
paused. “Say, I’eaohes, when was
your hair combed last?”
‘‘I don’t know, Mickey,” she
answered.
"There's more dirt In it than there
is on your face.”
"If you got shears, just cut it off,”
she suggested.
"Sure!" said Mickey.
He produced shears, and, lifting
string after string, cut ail of them
the same distance from her head.
"Girls' shouldn't be short like
boys',” he explained. "Now hang
your head over the edge of the tub
and shut your eyes so I can wash it,*'
he ordered.
Mickey soaped and scoured until
the last tangle was gone, then rinsed
and partly dried the hair, which felt
soft and fine to his fingers.
"B'lieve it's going to curl," he said.
"Always did.” she answered.
Mickey emptied and rinsed the tub
at the drain, then started again on
her fare and ears, which he washed
thoroughly. He pinned a sheet
nround her neck, then she divested
herseif of the rags. Mickey lifted
her into the tub, draped the sheet
over the edge, poured in the water
and handed her the soap.
"Now you scour, while I get sup
per." he said.
Peaches did her best. Mickey lock
ed her in and went after more milk.
He wanted to add several extras, hilt,
remembering the awful hole the dollar
had bade in his finances, he said
grimly: "No-sir-ee! With a family
to keep, and likely to need a doctor
at. any time, and a Carrel back to
buy, there's no frills for Mickey. See
ing what she ain't had. she ought to
be thankful for just milk."
So he went back, lifted Peaches
from the tub and laid her on the
floor, where he dried her with the
sheet. Then he put the nightdress
over her head, she slipped her arms
in the sleeves and he stretched her
on his bed. She was so lost In the
garment he tied a string under her
arms to hold it, and cut off the
sleeves at her elbows. The pieces
he saved for washcloths. Mickey
spread his sheet over her. rolled the
bed before the window where she
could have air. sec sky and housetops,
then brought her supper. It was a
cup of milk with half the bread
broken In, and a banana. Peaches
was too tired to eat. so she drank the
milk while Mickey finished the re
mainder. Then he threw her rags
from the window and spread ills win
ter covers on the fioor for his bed.
Soon both of them were asleep.
CHAPTER II.
Moeeftslns and I.ndy Slippers.
"No messenger boy for those," said 1
Dougins Bruce as he handed the flor
ist the price set on the lady slippers.
'‘Leave them where people may en
joy them until I call."
As ho turned, another man was In
quiring about tho orchids; he, too,
preferred tho slipper, but when he
was told they were taken, he had
wanted the moccasins all the time,
anyway. Tho basket was far more
attractive. He refused delivery, re
turning to his waiting car smiling
over the flowers. He also saw a vi
sion of the woman into whose sated
life he hoped to bring a breath of
change with the wonderful gift. He
saw the basket In her hands, and
thrilled In anticipation of the favors
her warmed heart might prompt her :
to bestow upon him.
In the roosts of early morning the
mary and ladies' tresses had glowed
and gleamed from the top of a silvery
moss mound four feet deep, under a
big tamarack in a swamp, through
the hog of which the squaw plunged
to her knees at each step to uproot
them. In the evening glow of elec
tricity, snapped from their sterns,
tho beautiful basket untouched, the ;
moccasins lay on the breast of a '
woman of fashion, while with every
second of contact with the warmth
of her body, they drooped lower, un- J
til clasped in the arms of her lover,
they were quite crushed, then flung (
from an outorrtoblle to be ground to
pulp by passing wheels.
The slippers had a happier fate.
Douglas Bruce carried them rever
ently. He was sure he knew the
swamp where they grew. As he went
his way, he held the basket, velvet
white, In strong hands, swaying hia
body with the motion of the car lest
one leaf be damaged. When he en
tered the hall, down the stairs came
Leslie Wlnton.
"Why, Douglas, I wasn't expecting
you," she said.
Douglas Bruce held up the basket.
"Joy!" she cried. "Oh, joy unspeak
able! Who has been to the tamarack
swamp?”
“A squaw was leaving Lowry's as
he put these in his window,” answer
ed Douglas.
"Bring them," she said.
He followed to a wire side verenda,
set the basket on a table In a cool
spot, then drew a chair near It. Les
lie Wlnton seated herself, leaning
consciously she made the plctureH
on the table to study the orchids. Un
consciously she made the picture
Douglas had seen. Khe reached up
slim lingers in delicate touchings here
and there of moss, corolla and slip
per.
"Never In all my days-" she
said. "Never In all my days- I
shall keep the basket always, and
the slippers as long as 1 possibly
can. See this one! ft isn't fully
open. I should have them for a Week
at least. Please hand me a glass of
water."
Douglas started to say that Ice wa
ter would be too cold, but with the
wisdom cf a wise man waited, and
as always, was Joyed by the wait
ing. Fur the girl took the glass
and cupping her hands around it,
sat talking to the flowers, and to
him, as she warmed the water with
heat from her bony, Douglas was so
delighted with the unforeseen second
that had given him fltst chance at
tho orchids, and so this unexpected
call, that he did not mind the- atten
tion she gave the flowers. He had
reasons for not being extravagant,
but seldom had a like sum brought)
such returns. He began dhiwing In
terest as he watched Leslie. Never
had her form seemed so perfect, her
dress so becoming and simple. How
could other women make a vulgar
display in the same pattern that
clother her modestly? How won
derful were the soft colls of her hair;
the tints paling and flushing on her
cheeks, her shining eye! Why could
not all women use her low, even.
"Yet! We
Have No Banana*"
Still getting encore*
both as a tong and a fox
trot I But have you heard
Furman and Nath ting it
or the Lanin Orchestra
swing it into a captivat
ing dance on Columbia
Records? If you're one
of the few who haven't,
just ask for—
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perfectly accented speech and delib
erate self control?
He was in daily intercourse with
her father, a high official rrt the city,
a man of education, social position,
and wealth. Mr. Wlnton had reared
his only child according to his Idas,
but Douglas, knowing these things,
believed in blood also. As Leslie
turned and warmed the water, watch
ing her, the thought was strong in
his mind: what a woman her mother
must have been! *Kach day he was
with Leslie, he saw her do things
that no amount of culture could in
stil. Instinct and tact are inborn;
careful rearing may produce a< good
Imitation; they are genuine only
with blood. Leslie had always filled
his ideal of a true woman. To ignore
him for his gift would have piqued
many a man; Douglas Bruce w^s
pleased.
"Vou wonders!” she said softly. "Oh
you wonders! When the mists lifted
in the marshes this morning, and
the first ray of gold touched you to
equal goldness, you didn't know you
were coming to me. I almost wish ■
I could put you back. Just now you
should be In such cool mistiness,
while you should he hearing a her
mit thrashing veRpers, a cedar bird
call, and a whip-poor-will cry. But
I'm glad I have you! Oh, I'm so glad
you came to me! I never materialized
a whole swamp with such vividness
as only this little part of it brings.
Douglas, when you caught the first
glimpse of these, how far into the
swamp did you see them?"
''To the heart—of the swamp—and
of my heart."
(Confined in the Momlne B«-e Tomorrow.) |
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Wednesday Night at 10
You Are invited
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with the marriage of an Omaha couple at 10
p. m. Wednesday at the first Garden Wedding
ever held in Omaha.
The Pomp and Ceremony Will Dazzle
The beautiful alcove in the flower garden forms
a captivating background for this solemn and
impressing presentation.
There will be a best man, matron of honor,
flower girls, bride’s maids—all dresed in be
witching costumes appropriate for the occasion.
As a Special Attraction
Four High Diving Horses
will perform at 10 p. m. every night for the re
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with a
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Saturday and Sunday
30 Cuckoo Clocks Free—30
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