THE BEE: OMAHA, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 11, 191:
11
fl The rftee$ Pfeme MaS
azirp p)a
f e
SILK HAT HARRY'S DIVORCE SUIT AFeUowsid4Ueib Drawn for The Bee by Tad
V
IVOO-EM-VOUe TkE Blc? 6O03 I OOSHT-ro 3UMp tovWW AoS , I nir i A.-n-A I
wr Hir r4AT poor uttt 3memi vow ow the. e-Aki- T f niff im wor ' . .T.ffj!. I DuTXH ( T7 A ;i;
AS A DfclrfK OF 6EET V rvCUJ ? 7 CALLED VCW I v0O OO lP HS . k J i
j Y I 'jT dutch J-ofty lyV I i;
VI jTWfckV I .a V II
CCVsWtn ' "c "nI- ,UTCt SirTumbleweedtheBover I
A I BSV I ft If
Married Life the Third Year
Pussy Purrmew Has to Be Brought Home in a Suitcase
- -r.- and Warren is Furious.
"Oh, that's lovely and Just what I
pneeded!" Mrs. Stevens held up adfnlr-
llngly the liberty scarf Helen had brought
tier from London. "But you shouldn't
have bothered to get
m anything. I
know you had many
to think of"
"Here' a something
rfor Uzzle," and
Helen unwrapped a
tfaucy beaded bag.
I... wanted to bring
flier something for
taking care of Pussy
kPurrmew."
"She'll be delighted
Hwith that, but she's
grown so fond of
the kitten she'll
hate to give her up.
Oh'. I forgot, you
haven't seen her yet.
Wait I'll have Llz
lie bring her 'In she
stays out In the kitchen most of th
time."
Mrs. Stevens had kept Pussy Purrmew
while Helen and -Warren were abroad,
and' although they, had been back almost
two weeks now, they had waited until
this evening tp come after her.
"Oh, how she's grown!" Helen started
up eagerly as Liasle, the maid, appeared
with, Pussy Purrmew in her arms. But
when -Helen went to take her she wrig
gled away -and ran under the sofa.
"Huh!" grunted Warren, who had been
talking to Mr. Stevens. , "Thought you
taaid she'd know you? Knew she wouldn't
All cats are alike haven't an ounce of
Affectloa. .' I
"She d know rhe if we were alone," In
sisted Henel indignantly, "but so many
of us frighten her."
"Yes, she's ' nervous," '' declared Mrs
Stevens. "All of those highly-bred Per
sian cats are. Whenever we've had
cotnpany and wanted to show her off we
could never coax her in."
"I do hope she hasn't been any trouble.
Warren thought It was an Imposition for
me to leave her with, you. He said. 1
should have boarded her at some cattery."
By MABEL HERBERT URYER.
"Oh, no! she hasn't been a
bit of
stayed
trouble. Most of the time she'
lout with Lizzie' in the kitchen."
"Near the . base of supplies," grinned
Warren. "Well, If we're going to take,
(her back,, we'd better be getting her
fa that tor."-., . . .
"Oh, must you go so early V protested
Mri. Stevens. "Why, we haven't heard
anything about, your trip."
"No, and you won't," . la ighed War-
Ten. "Were not going to Inflict our.
friends by spouting about 'When we were
abroad,' or 'While we were In London,'
or 'As we came . back on the Mauri
tania,' " Then turning to Helen, "Where'd
you put that box?"
Helen brought In the bandbox which
ehe had left in the hall.
"Will that be strong enough?" asked
iMr. Stevens.
"That's what I thought," said War
ren. "I don't bellve that'll hold her."
"Oh, yes; I'm sure It will," Insisted
(Helen.' "That dog basket we brought
jher ltt I borrowed from Mrs. Barclay,
jehe's out of town now, so I couldn't
get It But 1 took her In bandbox to
the cat show.".;.. . ,f
"Tee, but she was a kitten then," ar
gued Warren. "She's a big, strong eat
tiow. But bring her on, maybe we can
make this do."
But Pussy Purrmew was n6t easy to
ring on. When Heien stooped down
jto get her from under the couch, she
'fled under the bookcase tnd from there
back under the couch again. Helen fol
lowed her arouf i in a vain attempt to
catch her, while Warren looked on scof
flngly.,
' "Looks like she knows you, doesn't it?"
Walt, I'll have Lizzie . come catch
er" suggested Mrs. Stevens. "She like
.her better than any of us."
I "Because Llisle feeds her," was Wr
rsn's cynical comment. "CsU harent
Vny affection except through their stom
achs." .
' eHlen was trying to pursuade the kit
tea to come to her, when Lizzie entered
la response to Mrs. Steven's belt, .
"Now put her In here," ordered War
ren, as Lizzie drew the protesting kitten
from under the couch. , She placed her in
the box and Warren put on the ltd, Mr.
Stevens had brought out a ball of string,
and they wound it around and around.
"Poor little thing, she's so frightened,"
.murmured Helen plttingly, as a plaintive
"meow" came from the box. "Oh, look!"
.a pink nose now appeared Rt the tiny hole
they had cut for air.
"She'll be all right," declared Warren
i
Indifferently.' "Go get your things on."
Mrs. Stevens went with Helen to get
her wraps. When they came back War
frti and Mr. Stevens were talking about
their having dinner downtown next
Thursday.
A sudden scratching sound from the
direction of the bandbox. They turned
quickly to see Pussy Purrmew's head
thrust through the lid! For a second she
gased at them wild-eyed, then as they
started toward her, wriggled her body
through and dashed past them out the
room.
Dumfounded they started at the empty
box with the large Jagged hole In the
lid. Then they all broke into a roar of
laughter. Warren and Mr. Stevens fairly
howled. '
' "Well, you're mighty lucky it didn't
happen in the subway," gasped Mr.
Stevens. "I'd like to have seen Curtis
holding that bandbox with the cat burst
ing through !" '
"But how did she-do It?" asked Helen
blankly. , , .
"Told you that box wasn't strong
enough," scolded Warren. . "See ' hdw
flimsy that pasteboard W. Simply pushed
up against It and broke, thrpugh, that's
all. If we had any sense, we'd have
known It." -
"Well, how shall we get her home?"
Helen asked, helplessly. "Do you sup'
pose I could carry her In my arme?"
"Carry her in your arms!", ridiculed
Warren. "Tou'd hold her Just about two
seconds after you ; got on . the street
Remember O.e time you tried to take her
upstair on the elevator?"
"I've got it!" exclaimed Mr., Stevens,
"Walt I'lf fix you up." He hurried into
his bedroom and returned with an old
straw suitcase. . "Thls'U hold her . all
right." , , . . ; .
But this time Pussy Purrmew was de
termined not to be caught Even Lizzie
could not get near her. They bhased her
from one .room to another until, they
finally got her in a small bedroom and
closed the door. ,
"Oh, do he careful-don't hurt her!'
pleaded Helen as Warren at last cor
pared the kitten. Just as they thought
he had her she slipped through his hands
and darted under the bed , once more.
Again they shooed her out with en una
brella and again cornered her. -
"tm, flear, she's so frightened!" as
Pussy Purrmew how squirmed frantic
ally In Warren's firm grasp. "Oh, I'm
so afraid you'll hurt her!" . . t
"Now, who's doing this?", grimly,
"Where's that suitcase?" With Mr.
Stevens' help he got her in, and they
strapped up the case.
They got off at last with many laugh
Ing cautions from Stevens. " ;
The subway was crowded.' A man
gave Helen his seat, and Warren stood
before her holding to a strap with the
suitcase on the floor, between . them.
Suddenly above the roar of the train
came the unmistakable "meows" of a
cat. They were not, the low, refined
"meows" of a delicate Persian kitten,
but the loud and rasping back-yard-
fence variety. The passengers looked
around in startled bewilderment. Then
they located the sound. Plainly It was
from the suitcase., Everybody began to
smile and -nudge each other. Warren
pretended not to notice, but Helen saw
his face redden furiously.
Now the "meows" became even louder,
accompanied , by a vigorous scratching.
By this time the whole car was looking
in , their direction and grinning broadly.
"Why, dear; this Isn't our station," as
Warren grasped the suitcase and started
out at the next station. :
But unheeding he pushed his way
through. Helen followed hastily 'and
caught his arm.
"Why, Warren, we don't get oti here?"
"Yes, we do!" grimly.
.' In scowling silence he stalked up the
subway stairs and across the street to
where a couple of taxlcabs stood before
a hotel.
"Oh, you're not going to take a taxi?"
protested Helen.
"Dear, It's so far down It'll be so ex
pensive!' "Get In!" .' '.. . '
"But can't we go Some other".
."Get in!", he roared. '
.Helen meekly obeyed. He called up
the address to the driver and Jumped in,
putting the suitcase down none too gently.
Pussy Purrmew was still scratching and
crying in loud and angry protest
"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry," faltered Helen.
"I didn't know she could cry like that!"
"Cry? That's a yowl! I'd tike to pitch
the whole, darn thfng out the window.
The next time you get me to take m eat
anywhere" wtth an unpleasant laugh
"well, you'll know iu"
me
MADS
K WT MAC
his was nr as hn
EJTB&TtWfER ftoD THE NOISE
(J eWVNtlN tAS5C& HE
AJ30SC TO TEA Of P HIS
PeCrtwiori.-THr NoiewA
iWtlH6.TWCRe WAS A
UJLk AND WC HEAfeD-JVST
THEN THe WAR BROKE OUT
HOl&E AftAiN. THCMTHt
TOASTMASTEA-SU lETPa TWC
MOB AN4 A&Kffn
6H1VCBS 10C8 A MlUt SHAKCn
EASY WITH THE WMIP
WJIMHIJ?ED HORSE
THff TURKS AND ITALIANS WSri
OTOST tfOJAtt INTO ACTIONS,
THtt pKTUe MACmff? WAS
tPLCC A NO THffirNeRt.5
WCfifi LOOKING eVPITrlf
pin,D aw Polling at two
CRISPY CARDS. SUPDE NtV
THE ITAUAN ecMffRAt PcT
UP A OPTRUCC AND
N1riN& SOMETHING OH A
Piece or pa Pee sent
A MESSENSCB OVCI? TO THC
TURKISH GCNffCAi. WITH IT
7HcTfRk'6 OPCNED IT
ANDCEAXi
WOUtO TBDDY ROOSEVCi-T
CAPRV MASSACHUSETTS
IF HE WENT TO THE HUB
THC TPAVeil-EP WAiTlRCn
HE HAD DEEH TRAM PlHd ML
PAY AND NEEDED R?$T. SO
WHEN HE TURNED- IN M
THC HOTEL HE DWN7 WANT
TO BE DISTURBED HE &OT
TO SLEEP Ail RI6HT Blf
ABOUT 2.fW. THCPf CAMf
ATHUMPlWO hTTHBPOOR
AND THf7 BEU BOY AN
NOONCCD THC ftRPlVALOP
A TELEGRAM THE1 TJJJVf LtfiJP
COULDNT TUPN DOWN A
TriEfJR AN hO HE Pflip tH
COLLECT CHAPOe AND
OPENED IT TO READ:
yOU Vff SEEN Pi GRCflT
MANY VOUNSS7tESUTDlDW
evieft see ftn automobile smn
Suffrage Will Bring Millennium
By ADA PATTERSOX.
Miss Harriet Ford is back from Colo
rado, where she has been studying
women fh politics. Attending the con
ventlon In Chicago Waen William li
Taft was' nominated, f she "witnessed' the
birth of a new party and the part women
played in It The lessons she learned in
these schools of politics and her impre
slons of women as active figures In the
art of government I learned yesterday
before she had time to crystal! e them In
book or lecture.
"I've seen enough of women Who vote
to convince me that when they have
general, suffrage we will have the mil-
lenlum In politics." Miss Fprd's black
eyes flashed their unmlstakeable signal
of enthusiasm. A smile punctuated the
large sentence.
"Then you have no fear of the vote of
the women who are classed as 'beyond
the pale?' "
"No, I made an investigation of that
phase of suffrage while In Denver, and
I found that so small a number of these
Women voted that their vote was not at
any tlm a factor worthy consideration.
Besides, I believe that even these women
vote for the best interests of the home.
No one knows better than they that its
sanctity should be protected.. Their own
mistakes and sorrows have taught them
this. I don't believe any woman will ever
vote against the Interests of the home.
"Nor do I believe-that we need fear
the office-seeking woman as an evil.
Some women will seek office, as some
women are dominant everywhere. By na
ture they are leaders and .that leader
ship becomes evident even In their homes,
certainly at their clubs. That is not an
evil. It Is only a natural working out of
human not woman nature." ,
, "And what of the attitude of men to
ward women where women have the
vote?"
"That Is one of the most gratifying re
sults of suffrage. Men and women meet
on the same plane and discuss questions
of government as equals. There Is none
of the patronizing 'You poor thing. You
didn't know much, but I will try to en
lighten you' attitude, in fact, men con
suit Women about questions growing out
of the political situation. Women of the
leisure class have more time to ascertain
the facts than' a man who is busy all
day at hie desk- It is by no means un
common for a man to ask a woman for
enlightenment about a current topic of
politics." .
"Does he get Itr.
"Always. I was'de'.lgbted to find how
thoroughly well Informed women are. It
Is a marvel, considering the short time
In which there has been occasion for
them to know anything along those lines.
I was proud of my sex when t saw how
Intelligently women talked politics in Col
orado and In Chicago."
"Could they talk without the Personal
element?", v '
"I found their discussions as free from
personalities as those of the average men.
The education away from personal con
siderations and toward the plane of ab
stract principles Is progressing, and poli
tics, after dubs, has brought this about.
It was, I admit, one of our sex fallings
to view matters from a personal stand
point, and I feared we might Inject a
fierce partisanship Into the practice of
politics.. My long visit to Colorado proved
that I was mistaken."
What did you think of the demonstra
tion for Roosevelt started by a Chicago
woman?"
Miss Ford hesitated. "It seemed to me,"
she said finally, "that It was a bit theat
ric. It seemed te be wasted effort"
'Was It rehearsed or a natural out
break?" -
MISS. HARRIET FORD.
gatton. The same thing was started two'
days later for 1m Follette, but It failed."
"What Impressed me most in the con.
ventlon was that women were more en
thusiastic than men.. I cheered for a lid..
hour for Roosevelt. When I stopped 1
realised that a young man in front of m
hadn't uttered a sound, even though he
was a supporter of Teddy. The tw&
women delegates from California wert
pervaded with enthusiasm, and the women
who sat on the platform , were fll!e1
with It. , i,
"I think the most encouraging signs
I read on the horizon were that wom
en's Interest in politics will be chiefly
In the direction of protecting the home
and Improving the condition . of the
city In which they live. If women had
a vote In New Tork I am sure we
would have no more dirty streets.
"A point on which I venture to reas
sure the antls is that women will be
safe and sens politicians. They will not
try to hold offices for which they are
unfitted. Few of them will want to be
policewomen, and when they do It will
be merely to guard the safety of women
I believe It was ium up by en dele Jand children. They will not want to
go to war except as nurses, in which
capacity they will be needed and wel
come. They will want to serve on Boards
of Health, as fire commissioners, and
as school trustees, for which they are
well qualified. , We will not have to
stifle any foolish ambitions of women.
The Colorado experiment has proven that
beyond question. . ,
"Is a woman president of the United
States a probability?
"No, because the office Is one which
Is physically exhausting. I think women
may be well enough equipped mentally
to" fill. I do not regard the office of
president of the United States as a su
preme nor wonderfully exacting one in
a mental sense. His power Is too much
curtailed. But there Is a limit of phy
sical endurance which no woman can
pass, and that limit, in my opinion, is
the presidential chair. . .
"Two feminine traits we will have to
put the soft pedal on when we vote.
One Is our credulity. The other Is our
tendency to hero worship. We are likely
to think a man all white or black, when
the truth la he Is gray, often with dark
polka dots."
By WINIFRED BLACK.
I ve watched It growing all summer
long, the tall, fussy weed that pushed
against the garden fence.,
Green It was at first and tender, and
It had little woolly
fingers stretched out mm""
so curiously, trying fi
to find out what the rTf
wnrld was like. All
around the weed grew
the wild flowers,
scattered there by,
the wild winds like
some vagrant fan
cies dropped by a
restless mind.
Tall penstamen,
purple, blush rose.
shell pink and deep
est a sure, wild peas,
purple and white;
ox-eyed mountain
daisies growing close to the ground and
stained red with the earth, Indian pinks
Indian paint brushes, some call them
sturdy, ragged fellows, like feathers
plucked from the 'headdress of some old
chief.
And then the weed, tall, branching,
fussy. I would not let them pull him, for
I have a fancy for his kind, the tumble
weeds of Colorado.
Have you ever seen one on his travels?
I mean a million, for they always get to
gether )n a kind of convention before
they, reach their wild Journey's end.
Look out of the oar window the next
time you go west, where the open spaces
are, and you will see them, tumbling
gayly across the broad plains, in groups
of two or three like good fellows, setting
out to the world together.
Look out! There's a fence some rancher
has placed across the plain, Will It stop
them? No! Whiff, over they go; , Why,
they act as if they were made of rubber;
bbunce, bound, fly, whirl away, away
flut Into the great open world they blow,
Whither? Why? Other weeds stay de
cently at home and are respectably
burned In the fall when their time comes,
but these gallus fellows will not hear of
such a fate, not they, They were not
born to stay In any one's fence corner,
not they. The world for them and the
wild winds and driving storms.
I've seen them In the dead of winter
blowing joyously through the drifting
enow. .
No care, no troubles, no bills to pay,
no old scores to settle, no new ones to
start. No hard, ambitious road to climb;
and the floating clouds up there for com
pany, V , ; ..
Away, away, brave raver, the time has
come for you to leave us; the flowers are
'all dead; poor things; how bravely- they ,
did fight to live. "v
I see the faded yellows of a spray of
golden rod there In thered road dust j' .
The trees are bare; up on the highest tops ,
the snow lies deep and white. How olean ,
the air is: how sweet and garnished ths-V -world.
Last night the moon rode in a ohariot -of
black clouds like some triumphant :;
queen, and how the winds whistled and ' V
sang. Time ta start, old fellow, time to
start; pull up those shallow roots, that a
right! hurrah! you're off, .
The Indian girl I brought up here with :
me stands in the door of the .little moun-. ,
tain cottage, watching the wild flight of
Sir Tumbler. Her black eyes are wide. ,,
and full of some kind of sorrow. Does
she, too, long to go , with you, brave
rover, out Into the world, where there"'
are no regular hours, no set times f or '
set doings, no bard and fast rules for
the cut and dried affairs we call living?
Last night I saw a young Indian from
the reservation stand an hour In the
fleeting moonshine outside there on the
edge of the cliff. Tall and straight was
he, and he wore an eagle's feather In his '.
long black hair. The beads on his shirt ;
glistened In the silver light of the waning
moon. Still ss a tree he stood, and I"'
did not watch toi see whether the Indian
girl came out to see him or not. I won-1 1
der how she could help It If she didn't
Go with him? Not she. She can read ',;
and she can write and she can add, not .
very fast, perhaps, but she can add after'1,1
a fashion; and she knows how to cook",.,
and what to eat, and when dinner should r
be ready and in what fashion to set'
breed so that it will bake brown at the '.'I
proper time. And she can, sing songs, too.-'
the white man's songs, all about "In the."'
Sweet Bye and Bye," and she has seen 'J;
white women how they Walk beside thelr-m
lords, and not after them. '
, The Indian woman up there on the
reservation they never smile; and. they,
work and they work. No, she wilt never";
go back to the reservation,' and yet,3r.
somehow, I thenk she envied the Tumbled
Weed last night. '' - ' !
This morning she wears a beaten brace-''
let of rough silver. I wonder who made .
It, and if she will forget the giver of It'"
when she hears the street cars running;
by the door again. , ' ii
i Good-bye, Sir Tumbler, farewell! Idle'v
ness and sweet do-nothlngness you may r
find If you like; my Indlen girl and L C
must turn to the city again and learn tor
coun minutes instead of stars, learn to.'IV
aao money instead or. sort nours; learn t,T,,
forget all that really seems worth while,
and remember so much that is really not "
worth thinking of at all. ' v i v
The Manicure Lady
m iv -
"George,' asked the Manicure , Lady,
"What Is a 'hallucination?' I had an argu
argiament about it with the old gent
last night. He said It meant where a
ment about It with the old gent lost
night. He said It meant where a fellow
had to get rats in his garret and be all
the time thinking somebody was chas
one of them things If that Is the truth,
because, goodness knows, George, there
Is more than one chasing him all cred
itors and collectors. But to get back
to the word 'hallucination.' I told the
old gent that he Was mistaken. I told
him it meant what the doctors do to all
the kids at school when there Is a small
pox scare. Was I right?"
"As near right as you ever get. kid
do," said the Head Barber sweetly.
"The old gent, as you call the father
that brought you into the world to
sharpen orangesticks, was right Tou
was wrong. 'Vaccination was the word
you was thinking about."
"You're the old original corrector, ain't
you, George?" sneered the Manicure
Lady. "If you had been living Just be
fore the first flood I wish I could have
saw you around telling Noah how to
build the Ark and how to herd aU them
animals Into the boat In pairs, so he
wouldn't get confused. Of all the sure
thing, know-lt-all guys that ever lived,
you are the cream.
"But I must tell u about the hal
lucination that I had the other night
The doctor told me so afterwards, any
how, and he called.lt a hallucination.
I hollered so loud In my sleep that I
woke myself up. There was eold sweat
all over my womanly brow., My hands
was shaking like the hands of a mur
der car chauffeur making his getaway,
Some Strang fear olutehed me, George;
one of them vagabonds Indefinite fears
that them novelists tells about, and,
whether you believe It or not, t couldn't
budge a Inch. When I was a kid I read
all that Dante's Furnace, or whatever
they call it and seen the Illustration
by a man named Gustave Gate or Gus-1
tave Dore, or something like that, but:
you can bet your life, George, that they -r
wasn't half so terrible as the dream I:
had, the hallucination I was telling you r
about"
"Well, young lady, would you mind "
telling me about the hallucination that
you had," asked the Head Barber.' . 1
"Sure I win tell you, George," was the
answer. "I dreamed that I was a bar-"- ."
beri" , .
"Tou like to kid, don't your said the"
Head Barber after a moment of silence, t
"Why don't you tell about a dream that "'
really happened, - If you want to talk '
about dreams? Instead of talking ' up j,
and telling me a lot about real night
mares, you have to be a clown to try : - '
and get my goat Now I will tell you '
a real nightmare, ona that I had the , .
other night," : -
"Oh, let's hear it, George. What was
It?". ..-'.
"Only another dream," said the Head
Barber. "I dreamed that I was a Man
icure Lady I" - t -
Tesgfed Philosophy.
One swallow doesn't make a summer,
bor quench A thirst --
There Is no time a man wants the earth
so much as when he la seasick. ' '
It is possible to be happy without
knowing it, but you can't be miserable '
that, way. . '
A man realizes bow Insignificant he Is '
when he gases at Niagara FrJls or at
tends a suffragette meeting.
It Is well not to despise the little things,
but that la no reason why you should let .
the big things get away from you.
We should all love our enemies. If we ..;
haven't any It's the easiest thing In the
world to make a few. :
Till 1 m. woman ihm i-Him - am. W.m
head and she win want to know if It Is on
Straight
Lots of things can be cured by the;
laying on of hands, especially the aoank- -lng
of bad habit; "t of small boy a "
The most useful thing la the world is
a fiend, provided you can keep htm .
from finding out he is being uaedV-Nw '
fork. Times. ... t.
1
