JO ELLEN
By ALEXANDER BLACK. Copyright, 1»24 I
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(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
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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.)
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