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JO ELLEN By ALEXANDER BLACK. Copyright, 1»24 I k___y (Continued From Saturday.) Ironically. Saturday was a blank ness. It provoked no decisions. Mar ty was anything you chose to think. Mrs. Simms had the effect of refus ing to fortify any impulse. There was almost a softness in her man ner at certain times and in Airs. Simms anything that might be con strued as gentle waa sensationally no ticeable. Jo Ellen had an Interval In which she asked herself whether she had Invented a crista, whether her misery was not imagined, whether all of her obstacles were not built by an ugly wish to give herself to Stan Lamar. When she was alone with Marty in their room she saw that Ills blight had left a new mark. He was rest less. Doing nothing was complicated for him by an elTAct of being freshly shut in; as if there were fewer direc tions in which he could look. His look toward Jo Ellen was less chal lenging. The glance, when It rested, was not pleasant; she fancied even a kind of malignance. But It was too tired to be aggressive. He no longer seemed willing to stir up. In finding . an excuse for touching her. he ap peared to be hopelessly verifying the truth of her, without blame. This was pitiful. It had ways of being ter rifying as well as accusatory. How could you chuck the helpless? . . . He should not have been helpless. She recalled how he had shown the strength of his .arms and shoulders by repeatedly lifting himself free of tlie chair, with legs dangling. . . . Yes, it was his soul that was most profoundly crippled. It would he a soul you were chucking. What then? If It were ordained, this might have to happen. There was a theory that God chucked souls when they failed—when nothing else could be done for them. An ugly Idea. God had a right, perhaps. But no one else could want to do that. . . . The bells of Trinity on Sunday morning brought this back Into her mind. It was a huge and bewilder ing thought, hard to get hold of. While the bells clanged, word came that Airs. Simms' sister, who had been 111. was very much worse. Mrs. Simms was to go up to the Bronx in the afternoon. Marty’s father would join her there, after meeting some obligation that carried him im mediately away after the noon meal. These plans implied that Jo Ellen and Marty would have supper to gether . . .' alone on the roof, alone for the first time, as It happened, on the other high place. Mrs. Simms appeared to he much annoyed by having to go to her sis ter. They had never been friends. There was something unexplained in the matter of the man the sister had married. Airs. Simms’ face at the dinner table bore signs of a freshly aroused bitterness. Jo Ellen ascribed this to solicitude for the sister. It was after Simms had gone that Jo Ellen's effort to express sympathy was met by an acrid rebuff. Marty wheeled himself to a window and was silent for a time. He could hear his mother's voice in the kitchen and some low-toned remark by Jo Ellen. When the clicking of the dishes had ceased, Jo Ellen came into the living room. He turned to her blankly. It occurred to her that his features looked peculiarly senseless. Some thing behind them appeared to be loosened when he saw his mother moving toward her room in prepara tlon for going out. Magician, Friend of Lincoln, Dies - / Claimed to Have Seen Shoot ing of War Presi dent. I,os Angelos, Sept. 7. — Another of the frail links connecting the present generation with the stirring days of the civil war was broken here in the death of Horatio G. Cooke, friend of President Lincoln and who claimed to have witnessed the assas sination of Lincoln. Known professionally a* MaJ, Harry Cooke, "the American wizard,’’ Cooke was the organizer and honorary per petual president of the Los Angeles society of magicians, following 40 years of experience as nn entertainer and exposer of fraudulent methods used by fake ‘‘mediums.” It was his skill as a magician which first brought Cooke to the personal attention of the subsequently martyred president: Cooke reputation for deftness with a rope had spread among his army companions when he was summoned to the office of the sec retary of war in connection with his duties. While c o(;e was there Presi dent Lincoln entered and remarked: "Well, lad, I am informed that you are rather trjeky.” » Cooke, feeling that he was being reprimanded, protested his Innocence of any wrongdoing. “I thought we would make an In vsetlgntlon." was the president's com ment. Then to Cooke’s surprise, a 60 foot clothesline was produced and he was tied up by two generals and a “enator and commanded to release himself. Cooke thus learned that knowledge of his faculty in the trlckH which subsequently made Houdlni famous had gone broadcast, Cooke enlisted In the union army, at the age of 18, in the second year of the civil war, leaving the Iowa coun try school he had been teaching and taking eight of his former pupils in to the army with hm. He was born in Norwich. Conn., February 1, 1R44. MEN ARF, BIGGER AND BETTER LIARS Berlin, Rept. 7.—Men are much bigger, but also better, liars than women. A man lies from habit, or to fur ther his interests. A woman lies for the most part merely to extri cate herself out of an embarrassing situation. These sage observations come from Professor Ehlers. a well known Danish physician, who was among the contributors to a symposium with which a Banish newspaper tried to answer the question as to who Is the tr uer liar, man or woman. Men, however, they also agreed, sre more orignal In their lies. Pro fessor Ehlers believes that is he cause they hnve more practiee, nnd "practice makes perfect.” Women, he an', y. usually fall buck r>n the same tIn • idbare lies, which bear the stamp of lies on their face ‘‘Why do you hate Aunt Abbie?" This came without color or empha sis, like a thought idly picked up bv a wireless receiver. It served to stop Mrs. Simms’ sharply. Her heavy eyebrows drew together In an astounded stare. ‘‘What do you mean, hate her? What—” "You always—” "Shut that mouth of yours! Talk ing like a fool again.” “You do hate her!? You know you do! I’ve heard you—” His mother came close to his chair in a bristling fury. "You drunken sot! It wasn’t enough to bring this on yourself— to land your useless hulk on us. You have to dll your lazy hide with liquor and yap like a blackguard to your own mother. I ought to slap your jaw. That's—” "Go on! Do it.” Marty's voice arose hysterically. "Slap your sot of a son-' Get all the hate out of you!” At the moment when she feared the Mow might fall, Jo Ellen touched Mrs. Simms’ arm. “Please don't—” "You red headed brat!" and Jo El len received a slanting thrust. “Keep out of this, I tell you, or—” Jo Ellen seized a wrist. “You mustn't do that to me.” “I mustn't, eh?” The blow of the free hand caught Jo Ellen In the face. “That'll teach—” M-rty was shouting something as tm Ellen pinned his mother's arms. He maneuvered with the wheels of his chair ps if to intercede. The two fig ures became fixed, face to face. A* a writhing threat from the older woman Jo Ellen shook her until there was a click of teeth, until the glare that answered had passed Its parox ism and came to u conquered pause There may have been a glint of awe in the fury. Jo Ellen felt the limp ness coming under her hands. She drew away. "You're not my mother. Maybe you forgot that.” "You devil!” muttered Mrs. Simms Jo Ellen went for her hat. "I’ll be back,” she said to Marty. XV. On Broadway. She turned first toward the Battery. To be anywhere until the angry woman had time to leave. No. she did not want the Battery and the ships. She retraced her steps and entered Trinity church yard. The sun shone, hut there was a raw wind. ... A last resting place. Still "sacred” after so many years. Strange stones, the flesh of them peel lng as if to leave only their bones; broken, so that sometimes you knew when he departed this life hut not who he was; a sunken fragment that seemed to threaten the burying of the record with the body. . . . Here lyes ye body—that was very far back. Here lyes the body—here lyeth—here lies . . . John Sharde, Commander of His Britannic Majesty’s Packet . . . Eliza. Widow of Alexander Hamilton. . . . It made no difference to any of them that the sun shone or that the wind was raw. . . . "Beloved wife.” Wonderful words! Many had been be loved. And all were dead. Beloved wife. ... It would be a great thing. . . . She should have worn a wrap The living could feel the wind. And her eyes pained her. It was safe, doubt less, to go back. Marty sprawled in his chair. He did not lift his head as she came in, nor stir while he said thickly, “She's gone.” RADIO | \_—-* Program for September 8. 'Courtesy of Radio Digest.) By Associated Press. (Silent Night Chicago) WGR, Buffalo (319). 4:30. music; 6:30, news; 6:45-9. concert; 9:30, dance. WMAQ, Chicago News (447.6), 8, or-,, gan; 6:30, orchestra. WSAI. Cincinnati (109), 1 11, muslo. WLW. Cincinnati (423). 7. theatrical re view. 7:30-9, music. WMH. Cincinnati (109). 9 11. music, songs. W'BAV, Columbus (423), 11 s. m, piano, news W KAO, Columbus (360). 12:80. educa tlonal lecture. WHK, Cleveland (281), 4:30, musical, baseball, news. WTA.\f. Cleveland (390). 8. concert, baseball, 7. concert. WWJ, Detroit News (617). 7 30. Nsws orchestra WCX, Detroit Free Press (617), 6. con cert; 6. music. WPAA. Dallas News (476), 12-1, talk. 8:80-9:30. musical recital. WOC. Davenport (484). 8. musical; 10, musical. WHO, Des Moines (526). 7:80-9. musical WTAS. KIgtn (286), 7:16. organ; 7:20. orchestra; 7:46. songs; 8, orchestra; 8:30. trio. 8:45, orchestra. 9. Hawaiian; 9:30, dance; 10. request. KFJ. Los Angeles (469), 10, dance; 11, Instrumental, vocal; 12. dance WOS, Jeff i, non City (440 9): 8, ad dress. 8:20, musical. WMC. Memphis Commsrclal-A ppeal: 8:30. orchestra. WHN. New York (866): 4 45. trio: 6 SO. screen celebrities; 6, orchestra; 7, orches tra: 8. Radio Shack artists. WOR, Newark (405): 4:16. orchestra; 5 20, sports; 6:46, violin; 7:16, contralto; 8. Japanese program; 8:10, violinist; 9. contralto. KGO. Oakland (812): 10, educational , W A A W, Omaha (284); 7:30-9, Amsil can Legion WO A w, Omaha (536): 4, popular; 1:89. dinner; 'J. program WOO. Philadelphia (109): 8 80. orches tra; 6 30. recital; 8 recital; 8:80. dance. WDAR, Philadelphia (395): 5:30, talk; f, concert; 7. recital; 8. dance. WFI Philadelphia (396): 4, Ulk; 6:30. orchestra. WIP, Philadelphia (609): 4:98. dance; 6. talk. KQV. Pittsburgh (170) i 9-9, song revue* 7-9, musical. WCAE. Pittsburgh (441): 4:30, conoert; 6:30, bedtime* 7.10, musical; 9, concert. KGW, Portland (492). 10. concert KPO, San Francisco (422): 9-10, organ; 11, program: 12. band WOY. Schnectady (380): 6116, address; 6:46. movie talk: 6:46-9. erensatra. WHAH, Troy (890): I, Setond Anniver sary. ( WOAW Program ) Monday, Went cm her t. • PM, Popular half-hour program bv Frank Peterson, tenor, and Lillian Mad sen. pianist •: 10 P. M —Dinner program by Bob Dgs's Imperial Jar* band 9 90 P. M.—Program by eourstesy of Y M. and Y. W. If a. Arranged bv Ida Lustgarten. pianist. Violin solo. "Blue Bells of Scot J«n<* Harris Avrum Lustgarten (aged T years). Plano solo. "Tarantello" .Knrgnnoff Ida Newman Banjo Solo- S«-I«rted. Harry (lersteln. Talk. "The Wav of the Y" .[). ft William It. Hluinoathal. violin duet. "Prayer and Hondo". Harris Dorothy and Avrum Lustgarten. Mandolin BoJo-Belm »» d llyinari (lersteln, "YM Male Quartet— Selected. Harry Gersteln, first tenor: Maw Jacob son second tenor; Ifsrrv Green, first bass; Men Kills, second bass. F lano solo. "Wltchea' Dance" . .. . . Mac Dowell „ . Lillian Chuddfcoff. Heading. 'flout hern G,jr| at a Dance " _ Jeenette Levinson, tfkulele Quartet—Selected. Kata Goldstein, Mesa Greenberg lack Molcher. Mo. Greenberg Vocal aolns: (a) "Mv Mother Bids Ma Bind Mt rawer*. ' I. Haydn fb) I be Newlvweds Van Trail Vloalln Hobi Selected , . *>°C(»thy Lustgarten Benjo and Mandolin Duet- .Selected Harry and Hyman (lersteln. i lano solo, "Popular Melodlee." Sarah Warsaw Heading. "Over the Telephone" composed and read by Hoas Davidson. ( harai ter song* . Alm»r If Kalman. Y* Quartet f) alerted Talk. "The N•• w Community Center." _ Sam He her. ykelrle Quartet Selected Vocal eaio. "Kli Ell " lva Siegel. A* Jo Ellen came out of the bed hoom ehe saw that he was leaning forward In the chair. "You stood up for me," he said In the same thick wav, "stood up for me —but you were—you were disgusted, isn't that so?” "I was sorry." "Disgusted with me. I know. She's disgusted with me. You're disgusted with me. That's it. I'm—what was it?—a drunken sot. So I had another drink. If anybody calls you names, give them something to call you names about." "But I didn't call you names.” "No. Maybe you don't, Jo Ellen. But you do a hell of a lot of think ing. I can—yea, I can—feel the names you don’t rip out. Tou think—" “Don’t let us tnlk about names. Let us stop thinking for a little while." "Stop—? Say, how can anybody do that?” Nevertheless she averted a discus sion. Presently he fell asleep. Kvl dently this dull pain was a headache, learning new pains was part of the frame of living. If sho could get to sleep perhaps the ache would leave her. But she could not sleep. The hand. Perhaps even beloved wives afternoon had a fearful length, and had been known to have more than the at he stretched through It. an unselfish reason. At. the ls»t. She began sooner thsn was neces- when they were past the twilight, she sary to arrange the supper, putter dropped a pan, and she heard the ir.g absently with the details, and creak of the wheels th U told her hf avoiding noises. There could be was stirring. many reasons for not waking a hns (To Hi" Continued Tomorrow.) THE NEBBS THE IDLE RICH. Directed for The Omaha Bee by Sol Hess S^EeC'i &TLVI& fXPPICSEE Dn'UnG Oki HOQSE S&C.K 6wE'S Got mothvn’ to Cj DOWki T\-A\S W<w - VAC «WST Wc^kiTS ~TO ■aow orr to vou GOCO M0Qkjis1G,^C&. 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