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r THE BEE: OMAHA, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 23. 1911. 11 The ee' rre jVfaa z i re fafe M: SILK HAT HARRY'S DIVORCE SUIT x a nucnrc tT , .... u,rm Thing By TAD fciwdfcX e ax. iaajt.fcaMsis rftwrftvW0fc VtMMUMAA' Onmtit toil. StJnsl Km Aawrlattwh (XhBU. V4HApOAVA TrNj5 of-rvo.T- Herflrs a mew TWJ-FOR A HAT t.?5 t'Un"TrrT5 THE ttW THt IlAR . LOOKfT MESS.- OPE MATS- rCE whitl Men am. eMORKiNCr 'rV FNOCPJ tOTrte tone trainer to AsC A.PENNV OR. TWO AN VaOlfEHO IT ALL frOVOOTHiMfc I PRINT" Ai-GOtTHAf-Oa V. HUM- " X A-. viw- jryi VlETiME MAS MOItf CHtU. ANtfTVra 1 V. . , S . I HAH AHD OR-$fJ I MT f rxAr ) 1 -e DATC" l HAD Vn.tM -p t Wuo6e. ' m tt .l lL I Woman Wbt Would Be Tour Three Wishes? Br DOROTHY DLX. Of count, every woman's and every mane greateet desire 1 for happineea. That la a blanket ether wishes, and a -.-or? Innately loved.' wish that cover all every other with ) Imply a means to to that end. But if a good denly appear, as I f - L" I Ih wRa aIA iiMau as ill viu uui sti tale, and offer every woman her three requests of . f the gods. It doesn't I ,T take any prophet- iiV! he would ask. without even stop ping to debate the question, to be supernally beauti ful, . Incredibly rich, and roman tically and pas- because to the feminine fancy to be an affinity fills the cup of bliss so full It slushes over. ; Tet the testification -of none, or all of these wishes, would make a woman happy unless they could be backed up by two more wishes one that they might be made sternal, and the woman's inter est in them might pot palL It were folly to ask tor beauty unless l fAiilA mail nrntuAl ' am. alas. It .cannot, be In this changing life. Jo '. agony can be greater than that of the woman who- sees the -years steal the bloom from her cheek, the luster from i her hair.' the brilliance from her eyes, and knows herself powerless to prevent xne ravages . 01 " w 10 un been born homely than to have to listen to people tell you how you have faded. ftr Is. there any tragedy more com- . plete than that of th woman, who, hav- . lng hsd great wealth, loses it and is re duced to poverty, unless It Is that of the woman who has nothing but money and who starves la the midst of her gold for real love, real friends, real Interests In ' life. ' ... The wish to be loved of all of the aver- age woman's three wishes would come nearest to bringing her happiness were it gratified, but even that would have to be accompanied by a large bill of par ticulars and specifications, such as (a) must be loved by the one particular HE; ' (b) love must be of the especial variety that suits my taste; (c) the temperature J of love must always be at the boiling point; (d) love must never falter, but must be good for as much poetry when I am fat and forty and when I em slim and twenty, and must be guaranteed to be watertight and weatherproof and not to be affected by my temper, nor curl papers nor wrappers nor leathery steaks and heavy biscuits, (e) lova must have enough ginger in It to keep my appetite for It perpetually keen, so I won't tire of a dally diet of too much sweets. ' Now to my thinking if a woman wsra given three wishes she should ask: For good heslth. For a genius for Utile things. To love. To " have health means to possess beauty of a type that does not fade. It also includes good nature, because practically all irritability And ill-temper are caused by shaken nerves, and It as sures its happy possessor an unending fountain of enjoyment and pleasures, since whether life Is worth living or not. depends entirely upon the liver. It Is the mentally and physically dis eased women who fill the divorce courts, and burden the air with their lamenta tions over being foresaken and neglected by their husbands and sweethearts. The woman who baa good health holds bar own. Next to good health I should wish, be ing a woman, for the genius for small things to be eternally Interested in small-bee gossip what the neighbors next door have for dinner; bow many ruffled petticoats Mrs. Smith has In wash; to be thrilled to my marrow about the cut of a sleeve or the bang of a skirt; to be able to be utterly absorbed In my own house, my own church, my own Brown ing society. And, above all, I should prsy the gods to grant me that I might always think my particular John the oracle of the World. Then I should "ask to lova. For b woman not to have been loved Is a mis fortune, but for her not to love Is trsgedy. She may weary of the noblest lova of the noblest heart; she may find a thousand imperfections in the most chiv alrous lover, but her own love knows no tiring, and it gilds the meanest object and turn It Into a god. In love, and In service, to the adored one, a woman finds her highest happi ness; and, if tftae haa of her own a man and a child on whom to lavish her af fections, she doe not need to ask any thing also 'of fate. 8 he has all wishes bunched In one. v. Daughter at School j By WINIFRED BLACK. tvii tha'e sons. to school with her and see her settled In her new room and acquainted with her new roommate? First time she ever ( i v - went away trom hard to nun her there in that great school with all the staring, critical girls and those t r i e t, unyielding teachers. Who tnade her dreseee for the year? Uttle Miss fnipplt. who's been sewing for you for years, to be sure pretty dresses they were, too, pretty extrava gant. Dsd" thought, but pshsw. she's your only daughter, and whst is ' the money for, snyhow? Lonely around the house now she' gons. Isn't It? Where's all that flock ef girls that used to come fluttering and chsHering areund like a lot of pigeons? Gone all gone. And the young fellows aren't half io Interested In you and your flower garden as they were. Why. hardly a day pas&ej last summer . that some of tliero didn't come in to see how your roses were doing, and. yet. she was on the porch, and. of course, they stopped to see her. Gone, a! I of 'em; gone back to college, th boys with their fool mandolins and their absurd jokes and their awful col lege songs, snd gons to school the girls with their giggles and their sentimental pells and their passionate interest In clothes snd the. right way to "do" your hair Heigh-ha. how empty the old house 1 feels. Weil, it lent long to the holidays: maybe you can s ip in a visit along about Thanksgiving. Better begin getting ready quite early. And you'd better be a little careful of your language theae daa, too. Don't say the wrong thing at the wrong tune, for goodnees' uk Why. there was a giri'i mother went to boardt.'.g school la it year. , and she said ' scrap" just like a girl, and th girls ree'.ly thought they'd have to get some excuse fot putting, daughter out of the sorority. Of course, she couldn't help it. No doubt th mother was trying to be chummy and companionable, but that isn't good form for mothers this year. Mothers this season are quiet and sweet," and they dress In gray and wear soft, clinging things snd old lace, and they lie down in the afternoon, and daughter gets white scarfs for them to throw around their shoulders. What, you're as well and strong as daughter, and you won't have her wait ing on you, and you hate gray, and you would like to see yourself making an old woman of yourself just for daughter? Very well, then, go to your doom, but the sorority won't approve of you and daughter will be miserable. Last year the "smart" mother was the fad. and she was really a good deal harder to do than the "sweet" one. Tou had to wear tailor-mades, no matter how stout you were, and you talked horses snd bench show and polo and golf, 'and you were cynical and a bit world-weary, but at heart you were a "dear," you know. All the girls said that. The year before that all the mothers hsd to be Intellectual. It ma a kind of ruah of New England to the brain. You went in for plain living and high thinking; you wore a neat black silk with a nest little collar, and you talked Ibaen and the new school of domestic relstionsbip. All the girls thought you w-ere a noble woman, and tald so. ever so many times. What, going to be yourself just as daughter knew you at home? Dear, dear, what a blow to daughter! That roommate of hers Is a good sort of creature. If shs la "smart" snv. she'll do all she can to keep the real way th girls feel about you from daughter. Bless the girls, who'd have them dif ferent? What would we all do with out them sorority, fads, languishlngs and all? Gone, has she gone, and the old house la empty and lonely? . Well, this Is the time to get so qualnted .with that husband of yours. Tou've bea so busy with th girl's af fairs and th uoy's- adventures that father haa been a bit of a stranger to your mind and heart There's a' good deal that's worth know ing in rataer. 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HA A CRICO A MAN f-fl-Or TM" (LgAA OP H-AJ.I IF ASMrOG" VNAi MINUS fik BOvN vmOVUO THE. Potato naashsS? hane sof croT a piece First iSvwecPu the Room thSm Cueah TME 10 OSifr-HuMCNBi. JT A t-CTTETH. -THO HB CAfWE TsTAfKS- 00WNTH6 Ml 0 OLE Of- flUOAO VNA WITH A COf AT HIS H-Etl-S VNAX'N c A CyOH fAAOW. FASTnANft rWASTTi-RHS frAH OhTH-HC fffACMtlO 3T. THCW aiTjPPNoj- DEAtt JpU. rtr tVH.rB7 anO MCLLe ArrnS ?uttsuitAr But-. nhen towjerr(TME. BEr ACTOILTHOT EN El. PWULEO Of A tUJ& ) Bi ACKENS UP FOR HLS MinSTRCu ACT VwOWLO VOW CAU HiM A SMOKED HAM 1 ATXrJ. AnO AHEH.OMT DMv tt- MCA0N6-S. 3 rM6M,0 ffCTVAEJ A7tt)C ENEXTS OF rK 0A ANO 6v MiOMifrrtT ,THtHr to QQp 4 t Gee A J rtAPrVI hothn: ToT0 7ltL TOMOfcfUJW COULDN'T BE WORSE; OR, HOW JONES PAINTED HIMSELF IN WITH THE GLOOMS! :: By Tom Powers t , Copyright, 1911. by International News Service. ( I MUST CET A S. ?Ai ' N N V pAIHTERTo DO jro i?. ( PEAK DonT QETtou This floor rrsj fiSrSi Flbo l5Eur AU-oveR- ) now Romalomc AFRICHT I F0RVOU-TM15 ) V AWNALISA AMD " 1 V M 0rrJ T I P0 01STUKBE I ' 1 0UB UTTLE LCOW0 &V (hH FRIEND UJKE?) I WHEN Vou KKowJ . Y rj fri) . VJIFE! IM PAINTED HOW AM I CoiNQTa OUT OF THIS ? I I I v" "ico r i ni nt.i) i JM. . -m I Zl Art-SQCT vi rve i j i i 5Atjr rSTM WHERE Vou LDOHT XOU DARE TfcAC WIA4 lie. ii u IS A i. f-niv Married Life the Second Year v4! - i' ' j . . . By MABEL HERBERT TRXER. "Now don't be foolish! Go on If they want you to," urged Warren. "Wilson and I want to play out our match of billiards." . , Helen stood, re luctant. "Oh, but you know I don't Ilk to go without you." "That's absurd. Tou'v been in all day th alr'll do you good." Com on!" cried the Bteventes- who were already out In th car. "Mr. Sum mers will take care of you If your hus band don't come." Helen hurried down the path to the wait ing car. 'I believe you're to sit back here with me." said Mr. Summers, aa he sprang out to help her in. "Hadn't I better get you a heavier wrap? Will that thin one be enourh?" "Oh, ye; quit enough as she settled herself back In th wide leather seat Mr. Summers wss a cousin of the Stevenses and had been at th hotel for some time. Helen knew that he admired ner. Her woman's Intuition told her He had formed one of their party for a number of rides and outings and had been particularly attentive to her. Often when Warren, with his usual in difference, had left her to look after her self. It waa Summers who had hurried to help her In and out of the car, and In many ways had been solicitous about he comfort. Helen had shrunk from thes iltt i tentions because they seemed only to ej. phssize Warren's neglect. That anyon else should hav to look after her when her husband was present seemed but a direct reflection on him. And now as they sped through the nlaht over the imnntKlu - - a .v Mr. Summers beside her in the secruslon of the deep back seat. Helen wa con scious that by his very silence he wss in some way creating between them a curi ous sense of Intimacy. There is nothing more subtle, nothing that can be mad mora pregnant with meaning than a conscious silence. Now and than a sudden jar of th maehln swayed her toward him and she waa conscious of his arm against hers and conscious of his consciousness of It! She tried to think of something to say something simple ' and natural, any think to break th silence that grew more and mor Insistent. "All th roads around her ars so well kept." she murmured at length, "I wonder how often they oil them." But the remak was so banal and Its purpose so obvious that It only Increased her discomfort. And when he answered: "Every few days. I suppos." and thsn offered no further comment, the alienee wss more pronounced than ever, Helen was Intensely glad when, a little farther on, they atoppad at a road house. She sprsng out quickly without giving Mr. Summers a chance to help her. 'Let's tsks a table out here on the porch." suggested Mrs Stevens. "It look so hot and stuffy Inside. Isn't that red wallpaper horrible?'' ' The porch was lit only by th light that shone through the window. Helen would rather have gone Inside where the bright light would have helped to dispel this atmosphere of sub tle-romance thst Mr. Summers, wss' de liberately trying to throw about her. Wait Stevens. I'm doing this," snd Mr. 8ummers premptorlly beckoned th waiter and gave the order. "Now . you are sure thst you won't' have a sandwich or a salad?" he a;ked. leaning toward Helen, who had ordered only a claret lemonade. She shook her head. "No, that Is all t care for," "Oh, I forgot your footstool"' as . the waiter disappeared. "I'm afraid I'm not taking such very good care of you after all." .. "Oh. I don't need s footstool for th fw momenta w'll be here," Answered Helen, keenly conscious of hi Intimate tone and yet not knowing how to re sent It. They had all dined together several times and when he had found ah always wanted a footstool and thst Wsrren hsd usually left It for her to ask for. he had been quick to procure one, surrepti tiously tipping th waiter for bringing It. Each time Helen hsd secretly resented that anyone should need to look after her when her husband was present," but War ren had not seemed even. , to notice. . ' The Stevens were now abeorbad -in th discussion of th new s part men t they were leasing this tall. ' And Helen seemed as much alone with Mr. Summers s she had been' on the back seat of th car. .. . :".-..'.'', She grew mor and mor angry with herself for the telf-conrcioumeise she seemed unable to throw off. In some subtle way he was making her keenly conscious of his every movement and of every Inflection of his vole. Oh, why had not Wrren com with them? Why had ha insisted on her com ing alone? There wa nothing In this thst she could tell him; it was all too subtle for that. And yet, she knew she never wsnted to be wltb Mr. Summers alone again. When they went back to the car h helped her In and insisted thst she put on her wrap. He held It for her and drew It slowly and carefully . about her shoulders. It had been rather a cloudy uncertain night when they started. And now to Helen's dismay it began, to sprinkle.', , "Want th curtains up back there?" asked Mr. Stsvsns. "Oh, no no. It's only a few drops, and I lov to feel it against my . face," answered Helen, quickly, feeling that to be shut In bsck there by th rain cur tains would only add to th intimacy of It alL "But I can't hav you getting wet and taking cold." protested Mr. Summers. HeUn felt her fac flush -at the pro prietary words, "I can't have you," .but there wss on thing she could say. r Primitive Race J About thirty miles east, of th canal sone. In an irregular Una. running from the Atlamlo almost to the Pacific, begins the habitation of th moat peculiar tribe of people living la th Western Hemis phere today. Their country comprises ths numerous, beautiful and fertile Islands along th Atlantic coast between Puerto Belie and the gulf of t'raba and extends Inland, approximately dividing th eastern end of the republic of Panama. Wltnin thi territory, civilisa tion has cast no lights nor shadows, nor introduced new customs, nor gathered tithes for the propagation of foreign superstitions, nor taxes for government of questionable integrity. These people still hunt with th bow and arrow and hav th poisoned dart in reserve for their nemie. Outing. r John Barleycorn B X. P. BABCOCK. J Saving Money '''l1?-" "y" ; "h friendly .mile. Am t een ye fer a year; Been rtdin' on th wagon, eh! , all the boys is here. "V blsnens is about the same: What? did ye? is thst so? I don't Isy up no grudge. I guets I m kind o' soft snd slow. "Vs cursed m for a crook T ye did? Ts vowed ye'd Isy me flat Ye twore I was a murderer? ' Well. now. jut think . that' "I hat to boast," said a lawyer, "but my wlfs Is on of the most economical women la the world. Th other day shs told me she needed a new suit. I aald she ought to have It. by all means, but asked her not to spend a big bunch of money without letting me know shout It. Well, the next day she said: 'Th tailor said he couldn't mak that suit for lea than I lie I thought It waa too much, but told him to go abaad.' " 'Well, I suppos It Is all right. I said, 'but why didn't you consult tu first r " "Why dearie. I didn't want to spend carfare for twe visits.' "I tell you. it s these lutl economics that count. ahT'-an Fraaciaoo Chrqn- "c iv i pai a mortgage ort Ten million home a year? Ye tay I fill the bug houie With th suckars that I steer? "Ye'd drown me in the gutteT? so? Ye damn me to my face; . , . Y fatten all the blame on me For every man's ditgrsce? "Ye wish I'd bar ye from my home? Ch. cut it out; don't think. -Old John will ever turn his back Corn In and hav a drlnli " NVB8 OP KNOWLEDGE. At Newmarket.' England. May. I.. 1753. a wager waa laid by a young woman that shs would ride on horseback IMA miles la l.OtX) hours. 6h Accompanied th feat In a little mora than ene-lhLrd of th time 'named. - .