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THE BEE: OMAHA, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 23. 1911.
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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.
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Daughter at School
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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. Buppoae you take a
month or to off nd get to know him.
just far fun. .
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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
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Married Life the Second Year
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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.
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Primitive Race
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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.
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John Barleycorn
B X. P. BABCOCK.
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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. - .
