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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 16, 1912)
mti BEE: OMAHA, MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 1912. f e SILK MT JERRY'S DIVORCE SUIT They Couldn't Fool Bunk, He Knew CoKs4rt. 1912, National News Ass'n. Drawn for The Bee by Tad , H " 1 ' i. Ill l nil m ' ' NIB l"l . . v y - v ( vou OOlT 3EW "TO f S3) A (GET OUT ) GTAGrTH v T- .. i y ) AWAV v ' . 7- i&ueii vou poa7- oh i iHnJ Hunting a Husband The Window Apoligizes to the Physician for Her Hysteria and Concludes that He is "Nice." J! Bj VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DEWATER. , Early In the afternoon the door bell rang. Beatrice rose to answer it, then eat down again. She remembered that It was probably the doctor, and, with her lt night s behavior still mortifylngly fresh In her mind, she hesitated at greet ing him upon his arrival. Sha-heard the maid open the door, and her heart quick ened its beating as footsteps came along the hall to her room. "Letters for "you, ma'am," said Mary. Beatrice held out her hand with an, In difference that brightened into excitement I as she recognized Henry Blanchard'a handwriting upon one envelope and Helen ) Bobbins' upon the other. She opened her suitor's letter first. "Dear, dear lady," she read. "Tour !note came to me this morning, In the I heat of a business climax and made me j neglect sordid matters for a few moments in thoughts of you. I an glad that you I are thinking seriously before giving me your answer, but I am still happier In '.the hint you give me of your personal (feeling toward me. I shall await your j final decision no less patiently, if more eagerly, since you hare granted -me a ?little hopes. I could make you happy, I !thlnk-whlch would, at best, be but-poor I payment for the Joy yon would give me in becoming my wife. ' "Even more your friend because I am now your lover. L .'. i "HENRY BLANCHARD." "How dear he can be," murmured Bea i trice to herself as she opened the other envelope. This letter was truly feline. Beatrice Darling- ' ". ; "Before we came out to the coun try you spoke of leaving the city your self very soon. Have you decided on a (place to go? If not. I think there is a .cottage out here you could take, or, ir you prefer, there is a good boarding place .near us. If you are Interested, let me 'know and I will send you particulars. i-The society here is delightful and the (men are many, and young and unattached (-except for poor old, stupid Uncle Henry, who comes out here often, but he doesn't fcount. He is aging rapidly. I fear, and ihe is becoming more querellous and par Isimonious every day. j The woman he ' morrid Is lucky to have escaped jhlm! His niece speaks from knowledge of him and his ways. - I "Mr. Randolph wrote me of your klnd L to him. Did you turn his head or he yours? I have never thought him a iman adapted to platpnlc friendship, and !l know him to be singularly . unim pressed by most women. Tell me all Uout him when you write. Love to you jail. Uncle Henry speaks of you often. l think he regards you as a sort oU igranddaughter. As ever. HELEN." "Little cat!" and Beatrice viciously, (and straightway began to plan a re ply which should excel ' in seemingly (affectionate virulence that ol her cor respondent. Some men. are, of, a ca hine nature. They growl and then bite. But there are women who purr and (scratch, and then purr again. Beatrice was still occupying her (thoughts with the outline of an epis tle to "her dearest foe" when Dr. Haynes entered the room unanounced and with the air of one who was a ha Ibltue of the house. He came in aoftly-a big, grayhaired. gray-eyed mani with a strong chin and an obstinate, yet - kind mouth. The widow's manner was unruffled and her .voice steady as she bade him a polite "eood morning." "How is our patient today T' asked the iphysician. as he laid hat and medicine igrlp on the table and turned to the 'slumbering child. "She seems a little more comfortable, 'said Beatrice, "but her temperature Is fcttll high, and she complains of her head whenever she la awake although she bleeps much of the time." Then, as the man made no replyf but turned toward the bed, she added, with dignity: "I will send my maid in to wait on you in case you wish glasses, etc., to prepare kny medicine. I will be in the drawing foom. If you wish to speak to me, please bend the maid for me." She would not stay In there unless he showed that he preferred to nave her do l.o, she determined. And, summoning Mary jto wait on the physician, she' went into the drawing room across the hall. Dr. iaynes embarrassed her, for she felt that is keen glance read her too well. She was unused to meeting men upon whom the made no impression, yet here was a Iman who could look at her coolly and --rinnately., and, who. she feared, I - en rspla her a little. And yet n roused ,h--r VH" If, . ; v-..Tested her. .: was standing in the shaded draw int room, looking from the window Into the glaring hot street below, when Dr. Haynea sought her. ' "Mrs. Minor," he began abruptly, "I am worried about your little girl. No, it's nothing alarming!" he reassured her, as she made a gesture of dismay. "But as you yourself observed, her fever has not gone down as I hoped It would and I do not think she has much surplus vitality. She should be taken out of the city. New York is ho place for children in the summer." "I intended to go before this," said Beatrice, regretfully, "but I put it off flushing confusedly as she remembered the reason for the postponement of her departure. "You should go as soon aa possible," urged Dr. Haynes. "The little girl can't get really well in' this atmosphere. I have not given, her any new medicines. Keep right on . with those I left last night, and feed her lightly on liquid food." He picked up his hat, but, moved by a sudden impulse. Beatrice checked him. "Dr. Haynes," she began, pleadingly, "I'm very much ashamed of my perform ance of last' night. I suppose I was ex cited and shaken by the illness of my little girl, and cried 'more easily than I had any idea I ever would. Iji.fact.I fear yes, I know I behaved) like a fool." "Your nerves, not you were to blame," said the physician gently. You have pos- slblly had lately a shock of come kind which has been' a strain on your nerves, and . the anxiety about your child was only the climax. : Am I right?" "Yes," said Beatrice faintly. "I think I owe you an apology my self," went on the man. "Please don't misunderstand the' very brusque manner in which I spoke to you last night. I am not an unsympathetic person, really, but there is only one way to deal with a hysterical patient, and that is to speak firmly, harshly, even brutally, and so bring her to her senses. But I beg that you will not think unkindly of me on that account. And I hope you will let me help you when I can. You have shown confidence In m in summoning me when your own physician Is away, and I would like to prove myself worthy of your trust, Godd morning. Should the little one be worse, call xne up. I shall, of course, come again tomorrow." He turned quickly, and with a short nod left the room. Beatrice looke'd' after him with shining eyes. "Yes, he is nice!" she said to herself. & f' Isfi I VM h 2J . 1 , . 3"WM.$ 3HJL NO 3k2 NV .nec?ut.u Till OG pi 3aX swHiAta'Viw HiaLia3H?i32Jd , aawwwi w ' f '..')' I Mm -no oimMnl -ifwaw 30t mqh 1091 aimonaH 3AVH fiQh HtM I1N30NIM ViarU A A3H1 X1000 V 1V)J. iflff 3 Hi. 5lHi.ClV? ANNIES' v ai9niM.aNVH stn ait tvi Ntf93H0039 AMMU9 VHVNU TOM3l slO 9NIH01I3? 9H1 kfl saxntfiw awos km ciwaH KcVA 9MIH10M XOO XI 3OM ONV W3HV 05'Si.N3a01S WOH .Mtfly moH .ivn ou i mi. :OMU. 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And by that I mean an effort to do ones best, and when that best falls, to recognise the failure as the very best that could have happened. I want them to know that, everything Is for the best. I want them, when they desire sunshine, to , know that rain was more needed or it wouldn't have rained. I want them to realise, when all thel little plans go awry. It means their plans were not for tha best. I want them to feel, When today's hopes are shattered, that It Is better It happened today than If It happened tomorrow. . I want them to know that it means a valuable expenlence, that will go far to. ward making tomorrow's efforts success tul. When the young woman who read this were little girls they sobbed wildly ovet a broken doll. A few years later they shed tears because It rained on a picnic. Thi tears only made the depression and satur f , V The Cure of the Century I! With Charles W. Morse back at his desk in Wall street his restoration to health must be regarded as complete. The conditions under which the dying convict banker was literally snatched from the grave, set on his feet and transformed anew into an alert man of affairs, all wtthln eight months, make timely a brief review of his cure. Morse s sentence was commuted by the president cn January 11! last, after exami nations by army ' surgeons and on the representation that his death was a mat ter of a few months. On January 28 lie left the Atlanta prison hospital, still presumably suffering from Bright's disease, hardening of the arteries and an affection of the heart He arrived 'in New York on February 8, sailed for Europe soon after, returned on May 22, and a day or two later showed himself In Wall street. His appearance there in dicated that his convalescence was pro gressing as satisfactorily as any mori bund invalid could desire. On June & he was the guest of old friends In Bath, who burned red fire in ' his honor, and on July 23, following a trip to Canada. It was announced that be had effected- a traffic arrangement between the Grand Trunk railroad and coastwian shipping lines in which he is supposed to have an interest. Now comes his formal re-entry Into Wall street. ' , For a dying man this Is mirely doing pretty well. New York World. Unhorsing an Emperor cloud, ' MVJ yPT it; U pjm a '!( w: ) "til Jf Iff " "If ' !l&t - ir. Yu " I III -w.-'f- : rrt;- , .' I K ff,' vi - i. i'- ff " it V-'Vv ' " u M f ijirfVx iff f 1 , y ; f- iS Iff k'JtJ ,iX-- f ff . yj .-mM 7 1 K J"" s fn r LOWERING THE BiiOXZK FTGURB OF THE EMPKKOR MAR;t'!S At nriu FPM HIS HORSE. It Looked that War When Thomas P. Gore, the blind United States senator from Oklahoma, was in In dianapolis to attend the Marshall notifica tion ceremonies he told a story to Illus trate a political point he had made. "Old Aba was a negro, in Arkansas who had never seen an autcaciiile until he went to the city one day and was nearly struck by the machine aa it went speeding down the street at about thirty miles an hour. The old man jumped to the side walk and gzed open-mouthed after the rar. " 'Fob de good Lawd! ejaculated Uncle Abe. "dat man's bosses mus' a been goin' som when de bruk 'way frum dat ker ridge.' "Indianapolis Newt. By GARRETT P. 8ERVISS. Every visitor V) Rome will remember the huge bronze rtatue of Emperor Marcus AuivHus, seated on his bronze horse, in front of the old capitol. The pedestal .was designed by the great Michael Angelo, but the statue is a far older workt This summer they have taken the old emperor down from his horse, which he had bestrode tor centuries,-and removed him to the Capitoline museum, where ar tists are going to "restore" him for the ravages of time have made sad . work upon him. In the long run, an emperor In bronze is no more immortal than one In flesh and blood. ' It was a considerable undertaking to unhorse Marcus Aurellus, as the photo graph shows, but the operation was suc cessfully conducted, and for some time to come tourist In the Eternal City will see only a big wooden shed .wverir.u it-.o ,.,e the Venetians, when the tower of pedestal, from which he siitti w- l' fru ;h tr. Campanile of St. Mark fell, with a his Imperial hand wltli a sti:f of'ureat crash a few years ago, lmmedl coramand. With what some persons v. ai i a-10' tct to work to restore it, after ihe regard as a fine sense of propriety, they ! 0,d model. It Ib also akin to the spirit hooded the emperor's face while taking : 'hlch has produced the enormous monUf him down, as If to prevent him from looking upon hta own abasement. But The Glories of Ancient Rome Serer enced by Its Aimating Spirit Today. smoking chimneys towering above the poplars, the flower gardens, and the cathedral, and proclaiming ihe reign of modern Industry. Nowhere has electric liower been further developed than , In northern Italy. Nowhere are the latest results of practical science more promptly 'Utilised. ttaly 1b awake wider awaks than It has been since the days of Caesar. In deeed, one Is tempted to think, some how, the spirit of that wonderful genius now Inspires the descendants of his le gionaries, , so long apparently submerged by the Influx of foreign blood which came pouring in from every side after the fall of the Imperial power. That some, at leant, of the Italians r.ow dream of Caesar, as many French men do of Napoleon, Is curiously shown by an Incident connected with the un horsing of the statue of Marcus Aurellus. Now that the statue Is down, the "young nationalists" have demsded that. Instead of replacing it on its pedestal, after It has been "restored," It be sent to some less conspicuous place, while a statue of Caesar be set up In Its stead, on the plasa of the Capitol. Marcus Aurellus was a philosopher. He could fight and he did fight, when he had to-and he fought well-but his was not the spirit of a conqueror. He was mild and gentle In his thoughts and manner?. He put conscience bove every thlnc else, and his true glory, for cen turies, has consisted In his book of "Thoughts," one .of the greatest moral treat isrs in existence. This type of man does not fit In very well with the ambition of those who want to restore the military glory of Italy, to make her a great European power, with formidable fleets of battleships and armies that must be taken into account when the nations go to war. But Caenf was a man after their own heart, geatftd on his bronxe war horse, in front of the cap'tol, he would, they think, better represent the Italy that they. dream of ah Italy to be fesred aa well as admired. Bo, there are three aspects of the ne v Italy that are revealed by these recent events; first, the aspiration toward art and the cultivation of history; second, the determination to keep abreast of the modern world in practical scientific ad vance, and third, the desire to make Rome once more a name of power because of the weight of her mailed hand. Evidently war, the charmer, has not yet lost Its potency over the human spirit. The gospel of peace wilt have to be preached still for many centuries be fore It has altogether banished it pan oplied foe atlon worse, and dldn t scatter a but they shed them, nevertheless. If you have not learned that It is as futule to complain of the more serloui troubles of later years they have spent all their time with their eyes off the hook . - ' If they were still In school and had been as slow in learning how to do a sum. they would be sent to the foot of -the class in disgrace. Pride Is what keeps, many a pupil at the head of her class. The same kind of pride should bf applied to learning the lessons of later years. ' "I have learned," a girl should be abli to say, "that complaining does no good Whatever, and therefore I never com plain." Complaints of circumstances, envtron menta, unkind friends and cooled-c-ff lovers never accomplish any changes. The thing to do Is to go sight ahead, doing what one knows Is right, and then let it rain of shine. What matters? If sunshine, all the better. If rain, "theft rain's my choice." and the spirit of meet Ing It bravely gets one through It quicker and with less damage. ' For there Is damage, just as material and lasting at If one left a fine garment out In the rain. , ' The damage in complaining (In walking through the rain with a grumble) Is thai It grows more and more difficult to laugh. The corners of the mouth droop as if one were alwr.ys on the point of taking a bitter pill. , The spirit are sffected and the health suffers, and when the health suffers there s a lack of lustre In the eyes and Xh cheeks grow pale, and I have known girU to eomplnln so mJch that this pallor became ft saffron hue. S Every one Hhuns girls Ilka these, for through . so much complaining they not only forget how to laugh, but they checle the laughter of others. And finally they become friendless. Anj there never was a worse fate than to be com frlandless. , And all of this tragedy originated in a failure to learn the greatest lesson to be learned In life, and that lesson, my dear, Is just this: : ' : The futility of the whine. the real reason was to aave his finely moulded features from damage addi tional t that which time had already in flicted upon them. This undertaking, had it occurred in any other ojty, with any 'other old statue, would have been a matter of local Importance only, but it really had a world-wide Interest, partly because all nations have a certain pride in the an tiquities of Rome, yet mainly .because it, reveals, In a very striking form, the growth of the new spirit of nationality ment of Victor Kmmanucl in Home, work mo vast and splendid that, but for the prestige which covers them, the other monuments of the ancient capital of the world would seem diminished In its presence. This spirit Is aow at work everywhere in Italy. It Is pushing on the excava tions at Pompeii, as well as In the Forum, and in many other places where r the glories of old Rome Ue burled. But It la not altogether a revival of the cultivation of art and history. It has produced a marvelous transformation in the plains and cities of Piedmont and Lombard y, in Italy. It Is akin to the Impulse which where the traveler now sees long rows of r Manly Beauty as an Asset Hp to Tama Jim. A New Jersey farmer, rhyming tt phrases of "Tama Jim" Wilson, secre tary of agriculture, and incidentally mak ing a ploa for more farmers' bulletins, takes to the mure In this fashion: Jim Wilson Is the fellow with the knowl edge up his sleeve, Because he tells us many things we sim ply must believe; Of how to bud a bank roll on a peach tree that has died, And polllnlslng' butter as a nurse crop on the side. He Issuer books and pamphlet telllnj just how it is done, But when 1 write for fiv or six. by guui I Just get n. ' , -SJew York k aid. Dermatologist and other beauty sp' clallsts have not reported any marked" Increase In masculine patronage sine Prof, Michel of the University of Pari told th International Congress of Eugenic that manly pulchritude tu an Important factor in success. Men who have arrived. In epite of all sorts of physical Imperfections, ranging from hairllp to early baldness, read the story With an indulgent smile. Politicians and statesmen, who were said to derive a special advantage from a handsome countenance, seemed as cheerful as uaual when they turned from the matutinal shaving mirror.- ', In the first place, the Italian professor Is confronted with the difficulty which the exponents of all philosophies expe rience In establishing satisfactory defini tions. Beauty is in the eye of the be holder, and every effort to llx Its sfand ards, even in the case of the fairer half of mankind, has reached shifting and un certain conclusions. Are Ganymede and Adonis and the curled darlings of tha stage the most attractive types of manly physiognomy, or is it found in tha rug ged outlines of a Roman senator, stamped with strength and vlrtlllty? John Wilkes gloried In the reputation of being the ugliest man In England, and boasted that with fifteen minutes', start he could "talk away his face" and win his point over any Lovelace of his day. The record goes far toward proving It. Governor yoodrow- Wilson made no special effort to suppress an all too faith ful likeness in the Baltimore convention, and later he caroled this limerick of hla homeliness: ' My face, I don't mind It; You see, I'm behind It; Tha people In front get the jar. The fact of the matter is that thi Turin doctrinaire has the proposition very nearly upside down. If ha recarda soft ness and regularity of features aa tha -acme of manly beauty, and believes that, ' statesmen who he" specially mentlns- find it an asset. The publlo Inclines) to the teachings of the Esoplan fable that the gods do not give to any one favorite; the voice of the nightingale and the plumage of the peacock- Washington Star, - .. . STe the StrU. , Wind wrapping twine into balls when taken from parcels. It ia aa easy way to dispose of it and it will be fouod 'uatful In many ways. J