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The Widow Decides to Accept Maynard, but a Cruel Reve
lation Halts Her.
By Virginia Terhune Van De Water.
The following morning Beatrice lay
abed late. Jack had been-restless with
the pain in his hand and had called his
mother often during the night. But, al
though she did not get up at her usual
rising hour, Beatrice did not sleep after
the first rays of the sun struggled
through- her drawn window curtains. She
lay quiet, thinking of Maynard, of his
goodness and gentleness last evening to
Jack and of what he had said, but chiefly
of what , her Instinct told -her 'he would
say. In the Interview she had promised to
grant him. She was sure that he would
propose . to her and she. was almost
equally certain of her own favorable
reply.-. ; ,
She did not love him, perhaps, she
mused as she lay In her shaded room, her
arms crossed above, her head, her fair
hair lying in a shining mass about her
face. But he was clever, and kind, and
a gentleman, and abundantly able to sup
port her and her children. Moreover,
she, bad. married once for love, she re
minded herself with a bitter smile. Yes,
she would accept Maynard. Her hour of
calm thought had brought her to this de
cision. She would be calmly contented
with him as a husband. The episode at
tendant upon their trip to Claremont she
had banished from her mind. He had
practioally denied to her that he was a
hard drinker, and she could certainly ac
cept his word as truth. He could not
i have been well the afternoon of their
drive, or it was all something that she
could not understand and would not try
to understand. She would trust him,
that -.was . all. To this point , had Robert
Maynard' s tact . and good manners
i brought his erstwhile critic.
The matter, satisfactorily settled In
her own mind, Beatrice arose, bathed
and dressed herself, eating her late break -'
fast with a good appetite. She was
busying herself with a bit of sewing.
when the telephone rang. Thinking to
herself that no other phone In the city
ever rang as often as hers, she took
down the receiver. When she remem
bered that the call might "be from May
nard she was conscious of a feeling of
glad anticipation, and It was with genu
ine disappointment that she recognized
Henry Blanchard's now familiar wheeze.
"It's 'Uncle Henry,' Mrs. Minor," said
the old man with a chuckle. "Were
you espeptlng some one else? You said
'Hello' as though you thought you were
going to hear something pleasant"
"And' I think I am," answered
Beatrice..
"Child. ' child, don't try to turn the
head .of an old codger like me!" re-
proved Blanchard, although well pleased.
"I only called you up, my dear, to ask !f
you would make me happy by letting me
come to see you this evening if you are
to be alone. Helen Is going out of town
today" with another chuckle-and I want
to make the most of my opportunities."
"A friend Is always welcome at mv
house, whether Helen is in town or
not," said Beatrice a trifle coldly. She
disliked the air of Intrigue the sexa
genaribn seemed anxious to Impart to
his visits.
But Henry Blanchard, with bland un
consciousness, accepted Beatrice's frigid
statement as an invitation.
"At what time then?" he asked.
A refusal arose to Beatrice's Hps, but
she was not so much infatuated with her
, potential finance as to overlook the ad
vantage of an anchor to windward, nor
had she-, quite forgiven Helen Bobbins,
her subtle attempt at Interference In
Uncle 'Henry's relations with herself.
"At 8:13 I shall be disengaged and
happy to tee you," she answered.'
"Mrs. Minor," said the elderly man hes
itatingly, "you don't care for flowers do
you-"
"Indeed I do !" ' exclaimed Beatrice.
"What made you think I did not?"
"I was going to bring you some flowers
the other night, but Helen happenened
to mention' that you did not like rosea
so I left those I had bought, with Jher
Instead,", he stated, naively.
"Helen Is mistaken," remarked Beat
rice," with nlore charity In her tone than
In her 'heart' "I love all flowers."
"I'm glad of that," said Blanchard, and
rang off.' ' t'
He arrived at Beatrice's apartment' at
8:15 with the puctuality of a business
man who prided himself on being prompt
for every engagement. With him came
also a -gorgeous bouquet of roses, deep
red aad fragrant
VTc- make tip for those' you did not
, get," he said, as Beatrice exclaimed at
their beauty. - But she, with a woman's
tact, refrained from enlarging upon what
ehe pretended to consider Helen's mis
take,
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That evening was warm and muggy,
and even in the soft-lighted drawing
room the temperature was " oppressive.
Uncle Henry mopped his face constantly
with a large silk handkerchief, while
Beatrice fanned herself languidly, too
warm to be comfortable.
"I declare," aald the man finally,
"this is the kind of a night on which one
feels that he would like to go to some
quiet roof garden where there Is a breeze
and listen to the orchestra."
"It is, Indeed," assented Beatrice.
Blanchard hesitated a moment 'I
don't suppos you would care to go, would
you?" he queried timidly.
"Why?" asked Beatrice, suspiciously".
"From what Helen told me I suppose
you have good reasons for the stand you
take, Mrs. Minor," said Blanchard.
"But," bringing the handkerchief again
into play, "It's mighty hot!"
"What did Helen tell you?" demanded
Beatrice
"Well," said the old bachelor, "she in
timated pretty strongly that you "didn't
approve of going out in the evening with
any man In fact, that you had scruples
against it." s
With an effort Beatrice repressed the
Indignant denial that she longed to utter
and forced herself to speak calmly.
"I'm afraid . that ". Helen is growing
strangely forgetful," she remarked. "I
was out with her and Mr. Bobbins and
we had a very pleasant time one evening
only a few weeks ago," she asserted.
"Humpf!" grunted the man reflectively.
"Then will, you go out with me this even
ing? It won't be far. We'll Just go
around to "The Arcadian." It's cool there
and the music is good."
"I would be very glad to go," replied
Beatrice, with decision.
A half hour later they were seated In a
cool roof garden where white-covered
tables shimmered in the soft lights that
gleamed among the palms, and the
strains of a string orchestra mingled with
the chatter of the guests. At Beatrice'
request, Uncle Henry had lighted a
cigar, and she appeared to be listening to
his prosy talk while she sipped Iced tea
and enjoyed the coolness of the music.
At, another table, half-observed by a
large palm, a gay party of men were
drinking, not wisely but unrestrainedly.
Several times their laughter, rang out
loudly, and Beatrice glanced in annoy
ance in their direction. A sudden roar
of merriment made her turn her" head
again toward the ill-mannered group.
One of the men was standing up with the
evident intention of making a speech.
His face was red, his mouth loose and
flaccid, and he clung to the edge of the
table as his eyes glanced restlessly about
the room. It was Robert Maynard.
The manager hurried up and spoke in a
low tone to the three meh' who remained
seated. Two of them grasped Maynard
and pulled him back Into his chair.
"What's the matter? You look ill!"
exclaimed Henry Blanchard who had
been talking on and had missed the in
cident. "I don't feel quite well." murmured
Beatrice.. "Let us go home!"
"Mother," asked Jack the next morn
ing, "When's Mr. Maynard coming
again?" '
"He's not coming, laddie," was the
grave reply.
"Never, mother?" questioned the child.
"Nq. never!" said Beatrice in a firm
voice.'
A Deep One.
Another Artemus Ward story comes to
the front.
It appears that Artemus had been as
signed to a local concert. It was an
amateur affair and an aristocratic affair,
and a nice notice was confidently ex
pected. Usually the humorist's copy was in
spected before going into print, but some
how this got by without detection.
It was a nice notice for the most part.
The soprano was highly praised and so
was the tenor. But when- Artemus
reached the basso he stumbled.
"The young man has a fine voice," he
wrote, "a very fine voice, and it has
great depth. Frequently It went so low
that fears were expressed that it would
not come to the surface again. It is
really an unusual voice. It sounded at
times like the rumblings In the interior
of an juneasy elephant" .
There was considerable excitement
when this critique appeared, but ae far
as known no serious results ensued.
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
The great trouble with a man of might
is that very often he won't
It isn't every politician who can nail
a He without smashing his flngars.
Many a man's idea of practicing econ
omy Is to preach it to bis wife.
THE BEE: OMAHA, WEDNESDAY, JULY 3,
Japanese in Hawaii Send Home for their Wives J
"No more orientals of the laboring class
are coming to Hawaii, and a good many
of our white citizens who cultivate sugar
estates are sorry that the faithful Chinese
are barred under the law," said W. P.
Harcourt, a sugar planter of the Island of
Kauai, one of the Hawaiian group. "They
are our best workers, , and before the
exclusion policy was applied we ' could
count on a certain regular Influx of
Mongolians to toil In the cane fields.
"The Chinese now In Hawaii have been
there for many years, and most of them
are getting to be old men. Not many of
the Chinese have wives, but in former
days not a few of them became the hus
bands of the native Kanaka women. It
was a good cross was this half-breed
progeny, and so also the offspring of the
Japanese and native women. In recent
Cooking
By EMJLE BAILLY.
People sometimes criticize our French
cooking and say that it is too elaborate
and over-decorated.
A good cook knows enough about the
chemistry of the body to realize the need
of appealing to the eye as well as to the
taste. ;
You who cook for a small family re
member this: Men who sit all day long
in stuffy offices, and women who spend
much time in badly ventilated rooms both
need an artificial stimulus for a good
appetite, and sufficient gastric Juice.
This stimulus can often be found in
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times, however, the Japs have been In
the habit of tending back to their own
land for wives. In most cases I think the
self-eleoted bridegrooms get their parents
back In the Flowery Kingdom to pick out
wivea for them. .
"The matter Is finally arranged through
the Japanese consul, the man in the case
putting up money for the passage of his
intended spouse. The hour that she lands
must also be the wedding hour, for the
authorities will not allow the fair ones to
remain unless claimed and formally mated
according to some civil or religious cere
mony that both parties consider binding.
"Every now and then a wjreless mes
sage comes to my plantation which tells
one of my young Japanese hired men that
he may expect on the arrival of the next
ship at Honolulu the girl who has been
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THE SOUTH AMERICAN WAT.
s:RVfN ORAJiIGRO.
1912.
News Assn.
picked out as his wife. I do not think that
In many cases the principals have ever
laid eyes on each other. On the receipt
of the message, the man gets permission
to go to claim his wife, and pretty soon
the pair are domesticated on the estate.
"Not long ago a ship from Yokohama
arrived with forty or fifty so-called pic
ture brides. Every one of them had been
chosen through photographs forwarded to
Hawaii some time In advance of the ar
rival of the originals. Occasionally there
Is a pathetic case, as when not long ago
a very pretty young Japanese maid was
forced to take the next ship returning to
her old home. Inspection showed that
she had trachoma, arid the rigid rule that
ordered her deportation could not be
waived. "Baltimore American.
THE LARGE PICTURE ABOVE SHOWS
THE CUBAN METHOD OF IMPALING
A PEELED ORANGE ON A FORK.
THE SMALL PICTURE ON THE SIDE
SHOWS AN "ORANGE BASKET."
viewing spotless napery, flowers and
shining silver, and one or two well
cooked and daintily served dishes.
- A delicate bouillon also stimulates the
appetite and two fruit Juices are used
with particularly good effect, especially
here in America. These fruits are the
I orange and the grape fruit
The later contains a proportion of
quinine and Is a tonic, while the prop
erties of the orange as a promoter of
appetite are well known.
The best part, In fact the only part, of
the orange, which should be eaten, Is the
juice. Consequently that method of pre
paring It which gives one the pure Juice
without pulp Is the best Many people
object to drinking this out of a rfass
and want to see the teel and smell the
delicate aroma of the oil In the orange
peel. That Is another appeal to the gas
trie juices, which the also stimulated by
the sense of smell.
The illustrations show several waya
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Flirtatious Married Woman
She Goes a Kenning: Wrong When Good Sense Would Keep
" Her on the Straight and Honest Road.
Uy DOROTliV
A poor, bewildered, disgusted married
man asks me this question:
"Why do middle-aged married women
flirt?"
The answer Is, because they are fools.
Nobody , with a
grain of sense In
her bead would
risk so much for so
little as the mar
ried woman does
when she engages
in a flirtation. On
the one side are the
love and trust of
her husband, the
respect of the com
m u n 1 1 y, home,
children, social
position, On the
other, the pleasure
of having her van
ity tickled by the
thought that she
can still attract
the attention of
men. With the price of divorce, and the
loss of everything worth having for a
woman.
There Is no other such one-sided game
In the world, and the marvel of It Is
that any human being outside of the
home for the feeble-minded, could be
found reckless enough and silly enough
to engage In It Yet there are thousands
of women who stake their happiness on
this desperate venture.
It Is Incredible, but It Is true, that
there are womes who have all the goods
the gods provide; who have kind and
generous husband, luxurious home's,
beautiful clothes, lovely children; who
are not satisfied with all of the blessings
but are never happy unless they think
they have secured the admiration of
every man in sight
Such women carry on clandestine ac
quaintances with men their husband do
not know; they write foolish, sentimental
letters that compromise them, they run
after celebrities, and they form the follow
ing and make the fortunes of all sorts
of false prophets and exploiters of new
cults. Wltbiut them the fashionable
preacher could not go to Europe for six
months In the year nor the fashionable
doctors roll around In limousines. Nor
Is there any extent to which they will
not go in their mad desire to attract the
attention of men. If there Is nobody else
about, they will make eyes at the dis
reputable old rounders that hang about
cafes and roadhouses, or the very waiters
that serve them.
Age, that should bring intelligence and
discretion, seems to bring to those
women only an additional recklessness
and folly, so that they are less" careful
of their conduct than the flightiest girl
would be. Yet they know, If they would
only stop to think, that the faults that
the world exouses In youth It does not
excuse In sober maturity.
It Is a curious fact that the most sus
ceptible time of a woman's life Is tiot
when she Is sweet and twenty, but
when she Is fat and forty, and old enough
to know better. But she doesn't. A
young girl may suspicion a man's mo
tives and assay his compliments to see
how much of veracity Is in them, and
weigh his vows of devotion to ascertain
how heavy they are with real feelings,
but the middle-aged woman's vanity Is
so hungry and so voracious that she
of serving oranges popular In different
countries, especially in the south, where
the orange grows.
A Cuban method Impales the peeled
orange on a fork after it has been peeled
wilth a sharp knife. A round slice ts
taken off both the top and bottom of the
orange. One of these pieces Is put on
the fork making a resting place for the
orange, which comes next and the last
piece Is placed over the orange.
The r tariKi Is eaten without soiling the
fl"'er end only the pulp is left on the
fork. The ordinary way of serving an
ui...,;e la u t'.u tUe fruit in half around
the center and place it In cracked ico.
When the orange Is eaten In quarters,
too much pulp Is consumed. A South
American way shows the orange cut in
half, the skin turned back after being
separated from the orange by a spoon
drawn under it. When eaten in this
manner only the juice Is taken.
Oranges and grape fruit serve many
decorative purposes and make excellent
receptacles for salads, fruits and des
serts. The peel can be scraped free of
pulp, dried and kept as a seasoning and
perfume.
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swallows whole every honeyed speech a
man makes her.
Possibly this explains the middle-aged
married woman who still tries to flirt,
but In does not excuse her. Nothing ex- -cuses
her except the assumption that
she has not enough gray matter In her
head to comprehend the danger she runs '
and the harm she does and the certainty .
that she has not enough sense of humor
to. perceive the figure of fun she makes
of herself. (
For there Is nothing under the sun
more grotesque than the spectacle of the -middle-aged
mother of a family aping
the airs and graces of a debutante, and , '
trying to act kittenish and cute when
her antics are only those of a perform
ing elephant. Yet how often do we see
this done, and how many women do;,
we know and laugh at, who believe them
selves to be fascinators because they a;
are surrounded by a horde of synoophan
tic men who flatter them for the sake of : .
eating the dinners and riding In the cars,
and sitting In the opera boxes, and spend-
tng week-ends at the country places that "'
the women's husbands pay for. "
Be sure that if any of these flirtatious
middle-aged married women could hear
what their admirers say of them behind .
their fat backs, they would be Instantly ;
and forever cured of the belief that they :v
were second edition Cleopatras with;
weather and age proof charms. " .
These married flirts consider themselves ;
good women and pillars of society be- -cause
they hold to the letter of moral
law and only transgress the spirit But '-'.
they judge themselves too leniently. The '
wife who seeks admiration of other men .
than her husband, and who lures them
on as well as Bhe Is able Into making ."
love speeches to her, Is false at heart and J"
untrue to her marriage vowr. She has
no reason to draw her skirts away from--;
her sisters , of the street Indeed they '
may be better women that she Is, fori
she, at least, has not known their temp- r
tation. ' '
It Is one thing for a woman to be driven '
Into wrong-doing by hunger and cold, and
want, or some deadly Injury that has -been
practiced upon her. It is another
thing for her to deliberately dally, with
slna the finery her husband has given
her on her back, within the shelter of
her home, and with the tenderness and
love of a good man protecting her.
Yet that ts what a frlrtatious married
woman does, and it makes her offense
a particularly Iniquitous one. It la hard
on a woman to be married to a man who 1
flirts, but it Is doubly hard on a man
to have a flirtatious wife, because so
ciety pities' and puts a halo about the
head of the wife who forgives her hus
band's armours; it sneers at the man and ,
calls him an ugly name if he shuts his
eyes to his wife's faults In this particular.
For this reason and because when a
woman married a man and he gives her
his name, she Is more bound In honor to
keep It clean than If It were her own,
no married woman with any sense of de
cency has a right to engage in a flirta
tion. Men friends she may have. Charm
ing she may be to them In her truth and
loyalty and devotion to her family, but
for her the days of . love dalliance are
over. No man may make love to her
without Insult She may not listen to it
without degradation. .
And beyond all this Is the folly of It
the supreme Idiocy of risking everything : .
In the world worth while for' the sake of
a handful of lying compliments.
Clrenlatlnsr a Pboay Dime.
Two men were strolling the street when
one of them spied a coin on the side-
walk. He plcltj it up and discovered It "
to be a dime. But It was bad. "Here." :
he said, generously, to his companion,
"you can have it'.' Replied the recipient,
"Thanks we'll get a couple of high ones r,
with it. You can pass even wooden money
In a saloon." Forthwith they sauntered .
to a bar. The glasses before, them, the
dime was handed over. The bartender
took it, looked at it and smiled. "Now,"
said the man who found It, "we'll .have.
one on me." Again the glasses . were .
set before them., He fished a quarter
from his pocket and paid for the ber.
The, bartender's smile broadened. Ha
gave the man his change a nickel and ,
the dime he had discovered and dls- ;
owned. And the worst of it was ha::,
couldn't refuse it because his friend had
Flven it over In payment A lot of"
morals are obvious. New York Tribune. '
The thick-skinned man Ts never im-. ,
pervious to the spur of the moment
The doctor will treat an imaginary ill-':
ness. but hells never satisfied with an'
imaginary fee. '
Many a man has lost hU health staking
mntiov in order to enable him in rn
Labrrrtd and regain V
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