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    THE BEE: OMAHA, FRIDAY, JULY 19, 1912.
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By WINIFRED; BLACK. . . ., .
Well, well! I always thought nobody. and you'll1 have to get that primal fact
ever had hysterica but a woman. I've
changed my mind.
I've been reading a magasine for wo
men edited by men, a!nd the most morbid.
the most hysterical,
the moat absolutely
unhinged piece of
writing that Ihav.
ever aeen or heard
ot is in that maga
zine, written by one
of the brightest
men in America
a man so clever
that you wonder
what on earth was
the matter with
him' When he even
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: dreamed out that
1 story.
'Have you read
lt?-"The Night Be
fore I Kill Myself' or some such name
' as that. '
It is about a man who Is so Jealous of
his wife that he kills himself, and the
wife was as good as gold and true as
steel,, and never even thought of any
mart on earth but her queer, morbid,
distressful husband. ," , ' ':
"Jealous of what In the name of common
Wtt? Jealous because his poor,asged
tO:death wife had once been engaged to
another man. She was only a girl when
she was engaged and the man wasn't a
man at all-he was Just a boy-and the
'whole affair didn't mean a thing to
either the boy of the girt after it had
1 been over a week.
But husband was so "sensitive.1' Every
time, his wife smiled at him he thought,
"That'a the way she smiled at the other
man." Every time she wore her. hair a
different way, husband thought, "That's
the way he liked it, maybe."
The poor woman couldn't, cry a com
fortable tear or two without husband
leaning to the conclusion that she was
crylngr to think she hadn't married the
other man. I should think she would
have cried every time she had a chance
to- think of that, shouldn't youT
And at last the poor morbid, half-
erased creature killed himself. 'What's
that Che children used' to say about "good
i riddance to bad rubbish?"
And the night before he committed
' suicide this lovely creature took it upon
himself to write a letter to the glrls-
i all the girls, everywhere, but especially
, to American girls telling them how ter
rible it 'is for them to even dream of
, falling in love with one till they are
i quite sure that they'are going to marry
! that special one.
"Just think." says the man. "how your
husband will suffer. Oh. the agony of
it, the horrible agony how can you
cheat your husband , so? How can he
ever live when he discovers that the
i kiss you give him Is not the first kiss
you ever bad! What balm can you pour
upon his wounded heart to make him
! forget that he la not the only man who
ever held your little hand?" - - -And
o on, and so on, for pages and
pages an agonised and apparently sin
cere appeal for girls to stop, look, listen,
before the run the risk of driving the
man they marry to suicide.
Why, Mr. B. W. Howe-yes, it is the
man of genius who writes this nonsense
however could you go for to do it. any
how?"' Talk about the agony of vicarious
Jealousy, how, dare you ot any man wen
mention such- a subject ,a,t all?
Wfcy, there isn't j a woman,. allve.who j
darea even think for one Instant of what
happened' in her husband's life before j
she knew him. If she did, she'd be as S
crazy as the hero of Mr. Howe's hideous
story. .".' i
Imagine a woman committing suicide !
because husband had once held the hand
of little freckle-faced Mary Johnson at
the Sunday school picnic. . Picture to
yourself the woman who , couldn't live
another minute after she discovered that
husband' once stepped on the toes xif a
fascinating widow with red hair under
the table at a church social. r v. ,
Fudge and fiddlesticks, Mr. Howe. Tou
can't . mean a word, of jt; yon really can't
and be. E.. W. Howe.
Never had sweetheart,' the girl you
loveli Wetl, she Isn't much of a girl then;
that's all I have to say about that.:
It s as natural for a girt to fall in' love,
and to fall in love innocently, as it U to
breathe. . Never in love? Don't you be
lieve her. young man: she's fooling you. !
How many times have you been In love
yourself?. Well, Just multiply ' that by
about six times and you'll strike a pretty
good general average for your little Sun
shine. v. V'- w;' - '
Falling in' love means one thing with
you and it means something quije differ
ent to Little Sunshine.' It's ail sentiment
with Little - Sunshine all sentiment and
moonshine, and . forget-me-nots. and ro
mance, ' a Ad roses, and. pink note paper
fining else, nothing slsa in the wSXdS ' , .
Husband
Into that masculine head of yours if you
are ever going to see women aa they are
not and persons who writ novels like
'Three Weeks" like to pretend they aire.
Tou woke up, and then you fell in love.
Little Sunshine fell in love, really, at
last, and then she woke up. That's the
difference between you two and between
most men and most women.
Never In love before? Tell that to the
bluebirds. Why, she was in love when
she was 3 years old with the little boy
next door, and then it was the boy in
the seat across the aisle In school, and
then it was the high' school fellow, and
then, yes, the young teaoher, and then
her best friend's brother. And whose
portrait, did she keep on her bureau for
months an actor's, too. How shocking!
And now the real man, you, and all
the rest were suddenly nothing but
shadows, forgotten before she'd worn
your engagements ring' five minutes. ; :
What? Would you dare reproach ' her
fir 'her innocent, foolish day dreams, you
or any other man? What if Tom did bold
her hand? What if she did tell Jlmmle
she'd never live without him? Who are
you to pass Judgment upon her or any
like her? ' '
Love is the very life pf a woman. Little
brother, plays engine, little sister plays
house, i Which of them Is going to fall
in. love. ArsttuMj . ' -,
What, were your dream a -innocent
as hers, or wai there not now and then?
-ah we must not even speak of itj that
way lies tragedy unspeakable. Coma, let
us look into the clear eyes of an innocent
little child and forget everything except
their story that is Written there.
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Lincoln's Great Memory.
i .
Judge Landls of the northern district
court of Illinois is fond of telling this
anecdote of Lincoln:
In 1834, when Lincoln was a candidate
for the legislature, he called on a cer
tain farmer to ask for his support. He
found him in the hay field, and was
urging his cause when the dinner , bell
sounded. The farmer invited him to din
ner, but he declined politely, and added:
"If you will let me have the scythe
while you are gone, I will mow around
the field a .couple of times."
When the farmer returned he found
three rows neatly mowed. The scythe' lay
against the gatepost, but Lincoln had
disappeared. .
Nearly thirty years afterward the
farmer and his wife, now grown old,
were at a White House reception, and
stood waiting in line to shake hands
with the president. ; v t
"When they got near him in the line,"
says Judge Landls, "Lincoln saw them,
and calling an aid. told him to take
them to one of the small parlors, where
he would sea them as soon as hs got
through the handshaking. Much sur
prised, the old couple were led away.
Presently v Mr. Lincoln came In, and
greeting them with an outstretched hand
and. a warm smile, called them by name.
v 'Do you mean to say,' exclaimed the
farmer, that you remember me after all
these years?'
" 'I certainly do,' said the president,
and he went on to recall the day he had
mowed round the farmer's timothy field.
Tes, that's so,' said the old man,
still in astonishment 'I found the field
mowed and the scythe leaning up against
the gatepost But I always wanted to ak
you one thing.
" 'What is. that?" asked Mri Lincoln..
" 4I always wanted to ask you, Mr.
President, what you did with the whet-
stone?'
"Lincoln smoothed his hair baelc from
his brow a moment in deep thought;
then his face lighted up.
Tes, I remember now,' he said. 'I
put the whetstone on top of the high
gatepost.'
'And when h got back to Illinois
again the farmer found the whetstone on
top of the gatepost, where it had lain
for almost thirty years. Touth's Com
panion. Roof Garden Atop Chsreh. :
The first church in America to have
roof garden, to be used as a playground
for children during the day and for open
air services in tits evening, will be In
Boston.
It will be at Clarendon and Montgomery
streets on the site of the Clarendon Bap
tist church. This church was badly
burned last winter, and the trustees will
build a Church UD to date In evarv dtJl
to take its place.
The roof of the ohureh will be flat and
the conventional steeple will be omitted.
The roof will have crenellated borders
and steel girders, making it a safe place
for the children to play. Service will be
held there in the summer time when the
weather permits. '
Moving pictures will be utilised to in
crease the Interest in Bible study, as Dr.
Fntnols, the pastor, favors any method
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The Gossip
A rose in my garden, the sweetest and
f airiest,
.Was hanging her bead through the long
golden hours; '
And early one morning I saw her tears
falling,
And heard a low, gossiping talk in the
bowers.
The yellow . Nasturtium, a spinster all
faded,
Was telling's Lily what ailed the poor
Rose: .
"That wild reving Bee, who was hanging
about her
Has Jilted her squarely, as everyone
knows.
"I knew when he "came, with his ting
ing and sighing.
His airs and his speeches, so fine and
so sweet
Just how it would end; but none would
believe me,
For all were quite ready to fall at Us
feet"
"Indeed, you are wrong," said the Llly
belle, proudly, ;, , -
"I cared nothing for hlffl. He called
on me once.
And would have come often, no doubt
If I'd asked him;
But, . though he was handsome, I
thought him a dunce."
Now, now. that's not true," cried the
tall Oleander,
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"He has traveled and seen every flower
that grows;
And one who has supped in the garden
of princes, ,
We all might have known, would not
wed With the Rose."
"But wasn't she proud when ha showed
her attention?
And she let him caress her," said sly
Mignonette.
"And I used to see it and Mush for her
, folly.
The silly thing thinks he will corns
to her yet."
"I thought hs was splendid," said pretty,
pert Larkspur,
"So dark and so grand, with that ggy
' cloak of gold;
But he tried, once, to Idas me, the im
pudent fellow.
And I got offended; I thought blm too
bold."
"Oh, fie!" laughed the Almond. "That
. does for & story.
Though I hang down my head, I see
all that goes;
And I saw you reach out, trying hard
to detain htm,
But he Just tapped your cheek and
flew by to the Bose. .
'He' cared nothing for her, die only was
, flirting ', ' '
To' while away time, as evwyone knew;
So I turned a cold shoulder to all hUj
Nell Brinkley
Hla Wheeler Wilcox.
advances,
Because I was certain his heart was
untrue."
"The Koss is served right for her folly
In trusting
"An oily-tongued Strsnger," quoth proud
Columbine.
"I knew what hs was, and thought once
I Would warn her.
But, of course, the affair was no busi
ness sf mine."
"Oh, well," cried the Peony, shrugging
her shoulders,
"I saw air along that the Bee was a
flirt;
But the Rose has been always so praised
and so petted,
I thought a good lesson would do her
no hurt."
Just then came a sound of a love song
sung sweetly;
I saw my proud Rose lifting up her
bowed head;
And the talk of the gossips was hushed
in a moment, .
And the flowers all listened to hear
whet was said. '
And the dark, handsome Bee, with., his
cloak o'er his shoulder,
Came swift, through tha sunlight and
kissed the sad Rose,
-4 whispered: "My darling, I've roved
Jie world over, '
, And yon are the loveliest blossom that
grows."
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A Woman
Br ELBERT
It will be remembered that Mrs. Marl 11a
rl.l. . a v . . . ..l.li.J
mufttir cm. louver, j, nia m puue
campaign for the governorship In that
state a few year ago.
For a time it
looked as' if Mrs.
Ricker stood a good
chance of being
elected. , The matter,
however, was " re
(erred to the at
torney general ot the
state for a legal
opinion aa to
whether Mrs. Ricker
would be allowed
to serve If she were
the people's choice,
After due delibera
tion, the attorney
general gave It as
hla opinion that a
woman could not
legally be Inaugur
ated governor of fh
state of New Hampshire, sven If a ma
jority of tbs citizens voted for her.
The decision of the attorney general
rested on the dictum that no person
could servo as governor who was not a
legal voter. If It were otherwise, he
argued, we might elect a foreigner,, a
minor, an alien, a detective, a criminal
to the office. Only a legal voter could be
elected legally and allowed to Serve, and
the law did not recognise such a thing
as a qualified female voter. .
This ret of put a damper on the Marina
Ricker campaign, and the only thing thea
was to fall back on the good old fight ot
Votea for Women. : j.
Now, ' however, in tha' state of Wash
ington, Miss Anna A Malley has been
nominated on a referendum for gover.
bor on the socialist ticket.
Miss Malley is a school' . teacher, a
lecturer and a writer. She is a woman
of a good deal of ability, and withal, she
la ' a working woman a' wage earner
and has had considerable experience In
the world of business and practical af
fairs. The northwest isn't afraid ot initiative.
Rather do they pride-themselves on do
ing things that have never been done be
fore. The northwest is really the home
of the Initiative, the referendum, and
the recall. And the women df Washing,
ton have done all three. It you do not
believe It, ask ex-Mayor McGill of Be,
attle. ' ,:
Miss Malley seems to acceptable to not
Archaeology
By EDGAR
If the present rate of progress Is sus
tained, then perhaps It Is safe to say that
archaeology win become a science in tha
year 1999. The rescue of wonderful things
and records ot the remote past , from
oblivion now being made in classic lands
and in other parts of the world,; pre
figure the dawn of the science. .
If the enormous and senseless, Idotlo
waste of money in war could only end.
and the means, a portion of it at least,
could bo used in giving work to thous
ands of suffering Idle men In excavat
ing ancient splendid word capitals, mag
nificent cities and ruined temples, the
knowledge gained would be of Inestim
able value.
Mighty cities enee adorned with palaces,
religious temples end labyrinths of Infla
tion, now burled at depths of from ten to
thirty feet, await the pick and spade.
Let all known sites be explored and
others now unknown discovered by re
search and exhumed, then floods ot wis
dom of antiquity would pour iuto the
possession ot modern scholars, artlu ir
is ns, religionists and linguists... We
should then know the true origin of our
present civilisation laws, religions, lan
guages, alphabets, arts, architecture,
habits, beliefs and. dally sustoms. For
these are all prehistoric, and were In ex
istence before any history. As a ns'ter
of fact, all history now stored in the.
libraries of the world, Is quits mol"rn.
Moderns have merely expanded and
amplified these legacies of a mighty pro-
Egyptian and pre-Mesopotamtan past..
I am not now speaking of physical
science, but of religion, law, literature
language, philosophy. At last after long
burial in desert sands In solitary wastes,,
the splendid capital of Egypt in Its
glory, Memphis, is being excavated, with
scarcely more than a beginning.
The Tale university expedition is now.
on its way to Peru to exhume lta very
anolent cities. They are sure to, find
tmagea of gods exactly like ' thoso eS
cavated In Yucatan and Egypt, even i9
details of ornaments, features, headdress
and dimensions.
Under deep debris In ' Peru, at Saint
Albans, in Mexico, "at Mitla and Palerque,
at Memphis, In Clete and Echatana, and
. TllllnBi fit A 1
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Governor
HUBBARD.
I only her own party but t a great num
' V.. .at -J IWa sm.isK14
ber ot men and women In tha republic
can and democratic parties. The best'
thing, some say, that the democrats antf
republicans can do now is to put up a
woman candidate In opposition to -Miss.
Malley. . .. . v V-
If Miss Malley is elected, she will b,
the first woman governor In America"
And this time there, are no legal dis
abilities in the way. , . .
Abraham Lincoln said that the object
of government was to do for the peoples
what the people cqutd not do sq welt foJtf
themselves. . :r.i
In degree, government Is a ssrt of cors
poratlon-a body without death, a mind 4
without decline. It is a matter of busiH
ness, and relates to matters of the editor
cation ot the young, the care of the oldii
decrepit and 'Infirm; the keeping .of
public records, the question of good roads,
public parka, pure water and fresh alr.J
Government gives opportupnlty and pro
tects the individual in his rights. . Th,.
hand of the government, should touch the
people very lightly. For the most parjfj
we know enough to do f'ff0. becauae'
right conduct brings good results, and la"
a part of, the law of self-preservation..
Woman is a natural conservator. I nevej:
In all my life heard of a woman who
played the part of a Coal .Oil Johnny.
and. flung money to, the English spa?-
rows. If women, were allowed to pay
the bills, there. ' would . be . no lobste
palaces; the after-theater supper would',
be cut out: we would get three square"
meals a day, with Just what we needed.
and ho more. ' . 'd
Women who have their own money In
their own pockets, and know where their
pockets are. never say "Keep thr
change." with a lofty flourish. If tbera"
Is any money coming back to them they
sweep it Into their reticule,' be It I cents
or IS. Tips are taboo. It is only mat
man who Is intent on Impressing the'
head waiter or the floor walker. (
My opinion Is that women are batter5'
financiers than men. They1 are not s
much given to bounding and exploitation.''
A woman is a safer cashier than a men.
Taking It all In all, I do not see why?
women should not occupy high positions
In the state. And apart from party lines,
I am inclined to thtnk the people of the
state of Washington might do well to
elect Miss Malley governor provided It
was fixed by special enactment that no.
one should ever refer to her as "gov4
ernes.". ' -V;
LUCIEN LAKKIN.
below the site of Fersspolls, and tr
stupendous burled cities of Slam, pre,'
olsely similar sculptures, especially of,
religious objects, exist. -.
Let many millions be expended in tha
foundation of a great museum of anti
quities. Let sculptures exactly alike fror :
a hundred burled cities be placed s'da by;
side, where all could see and comiare
these objects wrought by many dtfturent
races, and keep up comparison, say until
ItaO, then perhaps one observer would;
be animated by an Idea, namely, the mak
ers of these ancient things. In wldaty
separated parts ot the world, had a co'.ur
mon origin. , .
Peru. Arlsona, Oregon, Michigan, Tu
catan, Catalina Island, Alaaka, Borneo;'
Sunda Island, Slam, . Burmah... Ceylon.,
Egypt, Ethiopia, Arabia, Iran, India. :
Mayapan, Necropan. . Sociopar. Japan, :
Copan, Ceylon. Minnesota, these and
more, furnishing like symbols, might in.'
spire the idea of origin derived from one
root race. And the Pandects ot Justiar
lan give a clue. " j
Root words, basic in human speech''
more enduring than granite, and prinrv
ordlal roots of the world's religions, more"
rigid than adamant If really stduled by
Competent linguists, will be found to
converge to the mighty central worid-1
race, now sleeping in the huge submerged
continent under the waters of the Paclfli'
ocean.
Who were the titled shepherd kings.,,
the Obscure Hlttites, the lauded Burner-.,,
iana? And Pbenlcians, with the Egypt!
lans. the "mighty sphinx and pyramid
builders? All were descendants of th?'
Pacific continent race, the greatest thai;'
ever Inhabited the earth. ' -
AB real wisdom of all antiquity during
thousands of years was carefully guarded:
In Esoteric mysteries. The mod am mys'
teries, lodges, societies,' rites ot iriitf-i ;
atlons, and such, are mere echoes, debris
and remnants of the mighty wisdom ot
races that ''brought Asiatic and Egyp-j!
tian knowledge from the sunken conti
nent of which the Hawaiian and Fhili- '
pine groups, and all other Pacific islands
are, the high places. By the end of De
cember, 1999, archaeologists will begin to?
hear of this, and a science of real arch-
aeology will begin,
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