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"I Tin: hi;i:: omaha. fkiiuy, janiwky :. vm-2. 11 SILK HAT HARRY TAKES A BRODIE FROM THE SPRINKLER t'opyrlght. 1!U, National NVws Asviciatln By Tad r:J mi mi..A, r- ...-v t-. mini ". .u.-l-,..ii .-i: --'Jt-l .t .--. J" utr- lA lr-1 " M'NVSO Gt-TOO "-IT. fsK'iV.. .t'VN7' .V , r 1 I - fas. U. 4 rvVJtrt - i'iL SE UEUTKMArU .. AN INOfAn LrMmF flSTT t"- w " "ill 1 pii wt Married Life the Third Year No. 1 For Helen the New Year Does Not Begin So Hap pily After All. lly MAHKIj hkruhrt vrxer. 5 '' . Tliu only stiuiul In the room wan the orcaslonal ruKtle of Warren' paper. It wa.s New 1'carB Day, and for Helen it liail been far from a happy day. Warren still maintained toward her the sullen si lence of the pat week. . Since her determination not to go to hlH sister Carrie's for New Year's dinner, he had hardly spoken to her. It was now al most five. Helen knew Carrie's din ner was to be at oeven, and that she wanted War ren to come early to make the punch. Was It possible that he was not going? Ho had said nothing of dresxing. For the last hour he had been reading steadily without even glancing at the cloek. In his smoking Jacket and slippers and with the papers and mag- uzlne about him, he -seemed settled for the evening. Could It be that after all ha had decided to stay with her? Her heart leaped at the thought. Kven though he was still angry, even though he spent the evening In sullen sllence-lf he would only stay!. If he would not leave her alone this New Year's evening! All day she had had a headache, a throbbing headache, brought on she knew by brooding over it all, which made even harder the thought of the evening alone. Suddenly . Warren flung down his paper and glanced at the clock. Her heart eank then after all he was going! He rose .from his chair, yawned, stretched, thrust his hands Into his pock ets and strode over to the window. For several moments he stood there looking out. At last he swung around with an ab rupt. ".So you're not going to change your mind? You're determined not to go?" "Why, Warren, I couldn't go now If I wanted to. You know I'm almost sick with this headache." "Headache! You've said all alon you weren't going. Why put it on a headache now?" "I'm not. I merely said I couldn't go with this headache, but I'll also say that I shouldn't have gone anyway." Helen was sorry as soon as she had said this. Always abovo everything else Khe wanted not to irritate him, and yet at times he goaded her into making some such relort. "That's a pleasant speech," sarcasti cally. "I Fupiote you know this Is a nice .way to bgln the new year," as he kicked aside the paper he had dropped on the floor and started Into his room to dress. "Oh, Warren, you don't know how I re gret all this how I wish I could go. Cut how, can I after the way Carrie treated mo Christmas? 1 can't go to her house for dinner. I don't think I ever can and certainly not now." "Well, you're not punishing anybody hut yourself. Don't get It Into your head that anybody's going to care. Carrie's dinner will po off as well without you, and probably a blooming f-lpht better than if you'd go and make a scene a you did Christmas." Helen bit her lip. Ever since Christmas dsy at his father's, when she had In dignantly carried Winifred out . of the loom to get her away from the malicious teasing of Carriu's children, Warren hud called It a "scene." ?He was always ac- Uins .hi r of "making scenes" -that was a favorite stock phrase of his because he knew she shrank from it so. He had gone Into the bedroom now and slammed the door. He was dressing rap Idly. She could tell by the sounds of his moving about the room and of drawers beinu hurriedly opened and closed. In a few moments he would be icon?. And sho would be left alone to spend the t-venlntf alone New Year's evening! AH day the tears had been very near, but she forced them back. Ing experience l ad taught her that tears only irritated him to further harahnrss. ' In a few moments he came out. War ren was always well erooined, b.ut he looked particularly well In evening clothes. "Where's that other cans the one I Just had a new ferrule put on?" "Isn't It on the hall rack?" He strode out In the hall "No, It's not here. If you Just would :eav things where" "Oh. then Delia must have put It in the closet. Wait. I'll get it.' Hand Me the Long Wig, Watson By Tad She found the cane and brought it to him. He had his cont on now and was carefully smoothing his silk hat. He did not look up as Helen stood the cane against the hat rack and then went back into tho sitting room. Would ho go out without telling her goodby? Kxcept to ask for his cane, he had not spoken since he had started In to dress. And now was he going to leave her this way? I Only the loud ticking clock accentuated the silence. Why was he lingering out In tho hall? Was he still smoothing his hat? Or was he trying to decide whether to come in and tell her goodby or to go on out without a word? To Helen the moments seemed endless before she heard his resolute steps toward the hall door. Then the opening and closing bf the door and he was gone. With an effort to swallow the lump In her throat, she ran to the window. A moment later she saw him cross the street and wait on the corner. Hut he did not once look up, his eyes were fixed on the approaching car. Did he feel that she was watching him? Still without an upward ' glance, he sprang on the car. When it had disap peared Helen turned back and gazed around the room. So this was to be her New Year's evening? Tliere was only one thing to do work! It would be useless to try to read. No book could hold her attention now. i And to sit down and brood, to give herself up to her sense of desolation and self-pity would only mean that she would cry her self 111. Quickly she got out a waist, the collar of which needed altering, and resolutely went to work. Dejlia was off for the afternoon. Winifred was asleep. Never had the place seemed so silent and lonely. Try as she would, Helen could not keep her mind on the work In her hands. Persistently her thoughts followed War ren. Now he had reached the house. Now he was there. ShO pictured them greeting him. Would they ask about her? Or, know. Ing why she had not come, would they deliberately avoid mentioning her name? When they were seated at the table how marked would be her absence with all the family there except her! And War ren could he laugh and talk and enter into the spirit of It all? Would her ub sence cast no shadow on his New Year's dinner? And then her mind went back over the pupt year, over all their disagreements and the constant warring of their tem peraments. Then the whole two years of their mar riage passed before her. She saw the gradual drifting apart, the lessening of common interest. If they had drifted so far in two years, what would be the third? What further estrangements did the new year hold? A year they had begun In this way how might It not end? Oh, If this was only not New Years! Of all days, how could Warren leave her alpne today? She tried to think It only a foolish superstition the belief that any unhapplness on New Year's day would shadow the rest of the year. Hut the tears so blurred her eyes that she could hardly see to thread the needle. What was that? Helen started from her chair. It sounded like tho opening of the hall door. Surely It was too early for Delia! Uut how could any one else- Then the sitting room door opened. "Oh, Warren! Warren!" as she rushed toward Mm with a sob of Joy. "There, there," patting her clumsily on tho shoulder as she clung to him. "Now don't be a little goose! Carrie's down etalrs In a taxi. Bhe says she's not going back until you come with us. Now If she's done this much you can meet her half way, can't you?" "Oh, yes yes! Of course I will!" "That s the girl! Now hurry up and get ready, they won't sit down until we come." She drew his head down to hers and kissed him with fierce, tender, little kisses. "Oh. you couldn't you couldn't have left me alone New Year's evening could you?" "Well, 1 haven't, have I? Now, don't be foolish! Run along quick and get ready, they're waiting dinner fur us now." Once Was Kuouab. One day Mark Twain was being shavej by a very talkative barber, and forced to listen to many of his anecdotes. The barber bad to strop his razor, and when be was ready, brush in hand, to commence again, he asked: ' Shall I go over It again T' "No. thanks," drawled Mark. "It's hardly necessary. I think I can nni'm btr every word." Everybody's Wags line, 67 -V I VNiSMinc wow AU THE. BrTT "OF' liAlc'FOR"' . iCllt. VN E ARE VOuHi TiU. THE STAKt AT THE PECE"PT'C?M OP IHTMC laM round GAK?l0AlD UCMHl 7XG TAR. pi. 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The Adventure of the Bombarded Cigar Store A burglary! burglar: MONifeHSE.Y'.. i ab no Little Bobbie's Ta Ily WII.I.IAM V. KIIIK. What Is the matter with ynre face? I doaut follow sod Ma to I'a wen he calm from tlw offls for dinner. & what Is It that you have In uri arms? Well, ned Ta. 1 will tell you, this Is a Pershun Hug, my aiiccr to yurn first quest un, sed Pa, will require a litlel monr time, 1 got in a ftl..wlth a KusHhun, I'a sed, & I had a shade over him. l'huro seems to bo a shado oavrr yure eye, ton, M'd Ma, kind if purple, like a purple twlllte. With wlch hand did the Kusshun smite thee? Mn aHked I'a. It was all my way, I'a sed. You see, It was like this. I was walking along the street' with this rershun Hug wlch 1 wanted to glvo you for a Holiday pres ent, & along calm a big fellow with you, sed I'a, I think that fltelng with a wife or a child, for Instens, wild bn a prttty good sort of sham battling, but wen a Kusshun with sldn & front wlskers calls me a pig, I'a Mcil, then fitelng beecunis noabcl, like '.nhor. I sure did put a few oaver on that baby, sed I'll. One punch I landed knocked mnnxt of his winkers down his throte. Ild you tellefone all the palpers & tell them about yure glorus victory? sed Ma, As far back as I reememhor our married life, sed Ma, I do not reecall another argument wlch you have won. Why doant you send all of the city editors good plrtrrs of you. I will rite a poem under It. Ma sed, will call It Smite the few fa X M9 .... X SL f r X J' rf SMOKE 11 a TSiWL--i V' it XI r 1 X Ik I f , . ST I learning toL; J . ::r,;.fjr K JLi "Lr OBStlE.VJATSO-V 3r V -itj ft CHEER FUP! Ibututus (f j CHfEER KTp S ns s f'r J m NOT ONE OF THESE E- I M,iSl AT ruE I PENSN6 BOXES OF C1OA K, S cStEI, fffiL llN REACH Of THE WINDOW ( ? -SAHT) THE window rV MVOMS? y HA4 BEEN TOUCHED'.! J ) L (flVJ an ka ir ZT rLr f ( cor wet 'n last) W h . XMOtN'. CT 'ft -ty J U UJXsCUSE TOU RA SMASH - jowes .r;j3oMr , 1 sJJ h xSv i ( ) 'tttr V) i - whiskers. Ho kind of butted Into our crowd, Ta sed, Sc he seemed vary nice at first, his manners was fine. The boys all took to him St thay even let him trcel onst out of his turn, sed Pa. Then, I'a sed, sumthlng- was sed about Mister Minister, the fine lyun flnancrer wlch has got chased out of f'ersha right In the mlddel of a lot of valuable work, A the man with the whlskera on his face sed What business has he got thareT Then I tnald him, sed I'a, that a man wlch Is a American cltlsen has business any ware he wants to go. Then he railed me an American pig, sed I'a, & sumthlng swooped thru the air like a falcon, I'a sed, and lit on the end of his beak. It happened to he my flat, I'a sed. Look at them knukels, he sed, they are all swollen. ' Peerest luv, sed Ma, I wish you wud- dent flte. Fltclnir brings out all the brutal Instincts of man, sed Ma. Muscovite. 1 will tell them. Ma sed, hot on mussed up the Grand Duke. Hut I dldent tell you that he was rand duke, I'a sed, I jest sed he fought grand. Hobble, sod Ma, yure father admits that he fought grand. He thinks, I guess, that we ought for to see the other fellow. I wish I cud beeleeve him at that, aed Ma. After what I have been reading In the news laitly, sed Ma, I doant think that a Grand Duke more or leas wud malk much dlfferns. & I wish them Fcrshans wud kill a lot of them Hassocks. Them what? sed Ta. Hassocks, tied Ma, them troopers, Has socks. Ha, Ha, Ha, aed Pa. Hobble, ha sed. did you hear what yure mother calls Cossacks? ' Then Ma got good A mad ft aha wud- dent talk to Pa any moar. ' Give 3 Ily KLLA WHKELEit WILCOX. -J Copyright, 1911, by Amerlesn-Journal-Exarnlner.) (Jive, and thou shall receive. Give thoughts of cheer, Of courage and success to friend and stranger, And from a thousand sources, far and near, Strength will be sent thee in thy hour of danger. (Jive words of comfort, of defense, and hope, To mortals crushed by Borrow and by error, And though thy feet through shadowy paths may grope, Thou shalt not walk In loneliness and terror. (iive of thy gold, though small thy portion be. Gold rusts and shrivels in tho hand that keeps It, U grows in one that opens wide and free, Who sows his harvest is the one who reaps It. Give of thy love, nor wait o know the worth Of what thou lovent; and ask no returning. And wheresoe'er thy pathway leads on earth Thero thou shalt nuil the lamp of love-light burning. Life is a Privilege Ily k 1,1., A WIlKKI.KK VIU.V. (Copyright, 1311, Anierican-Journal-Kxaminer.) Life Is a privilege. Its youthful days Shine with the radiance of continuous Maya. To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire. To feed with dreums the heart's perpetual fire; To thrill with virtuous passions and to glow With great ambitions in' one hour to know Tho depths and heights of feeling God! in truth How beautiful, how beautiful Is youth! Life In a privilege. Like some rare rose The mysteries of human mind unclose. What marvels lie in earth and air and sea, What stores of knowledge wait our opening key, What sunny roads of happiness lead out Ileyond the realms of Indolence and doubt, And what large pleasures smile upon and bless The busy avenues of usefulness. Lire is a privilege. Tho' noontide fades And shadows fall along the winding glades; Tho' Joy-blooms wither in the Autumn air, Yet the sweet scent of sympathy is there. Pale sorrow leads us closer to our kind, And in the serious hours of life we find Depths in the bouI of men which lend new worth And majesty to this brief span of earth. Life is a privilege. If some sad fate Sends us alone to seek the exit gate: If men forsake us as the shadows fall, Htlll does the supreme privilege- of all Come in that reaching upward of the soul To And the welcoming presence at the goal. And In the knowledge that our feet have trod Paths that lead from and must lead us lack to Cod. ( J r