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V THE BEE: OMAHA, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 23, 1912. "Pie JJee'g fne ya$aziie SILK HAT HARRY'S DIVORCE SUIT The Story Went Great Until- "r.pyrlght. 1912. National News Asn"n. Drawn for The Bee bv Tad r 7 AMD TO D)lK THAT" fViBCMj TWC (r&ME V . , t pOT COW-0 VOO Lbl UAJC 10 CENT TO I'VE &EU -UCt- rtr A.zeBRAl 5TETPE0 . WAMD ''M Do'T OF IN0RK A 0"E MU WITH THe R.eMT iM wot a Bur I'LL S'VE 90AB.TET-- ' I LvViE OP OM Ist AVE AND lV fJAME IS ' N CijpruFTMfiILP vt maf ' V It v-t' wicieeti j v THt BB.E 0J IAMm' JTRA WW . I LIFE A Box of Old Friends J By WINIFRED BLACK. of the little brown book? Why, bless my heart, Lorna, where did you come from forgotten for to long7 I'll take you home with me. I know a pair of blue eyes that will soften and glbw at making your acquaintance. Tou and John Rldd are just about right tor her Just now. Upthe Bagworthy with you, John Rldd, cold or warm, steep or soft the climb; up you go to And Lorna, soft-eyed Lorna and bring her home safe to Exmore, all for the delight of a blue-eyed little girl I know. "My Nellie's Blue Eyes." Who's whist lh.g that at this time of the day-who but the most charming rascal of them all, Jack Hamlin? I thought you'd be some where near the top, Jack, you rapscal lion you, with your black eyes and your pale, inscrutable face, and those white hands of yours, and those slim, well shod feet, and oh! that tenor voice. Every girl of my age I knew was in love with you Jack, and small wonder. What did we care if you were a gambler didn't you wear a marlposa lily in, your . n t a. 1 ,1 ...... 1 111.. ) tvfti, iuu vuumji i ;uu B1115 nnc u ailK1 ; And what a dead shot you were! WTiat was that to the fellow who thought to joke you about a certain encounter? 'Dealing with your' left hand, Jack?" said the , rash stranger. J'Ye-es," you drawled; "I shoot with it ;too." Or red, red dust of the California road! rSfi: a.tl wIM' frtlMi' inr!nlr whnrevnr basement and began to hear Alan tell his j jj'llsa and' her - friends of the Sierras adventures by flood and. field. Over the ; .tapped. Oh, moon of California, shining water Alan and I went together and back j over Dog or Lone Qulch as moon to the heather again, and the day grew!never hown anywhere else on earth! to evening and the autumn sunshine faded ! What a silver-starred veil you threw I met him this morning down in the basement as bright, as swaggering, as conceited, as full of irrepressible life as ever, my old friend. Alan Breck, and how glad I was to i , ; see him, too! It happened this way: It's time to settle down for fall, and the old books 'must go on a long journey to the new home in a far away city, and I went to see how they had fared all the time they've been packed. I peered down into a dusty box and there he was right on top of the pile, Brave Alan, with his friend Davy back of him, and cheek by jowl was the gay St. Ives and his Scotch sweetheart. Dear friends, dear old friends, every one of them how good they did look to me! I've been making new friends this sum mernew acquaintances, I mean and some were in covers and some were out of them, and the bookish fellows I thought pretty fine some of them but whore's the equal of the 'old Ifrlends, after all! '' ...' "' . I sat right down on -ther floor the and still we walked together, my old friend,' Alan Breck, and I. Are there any left anywhere so gay as you, Alan, with the bit of song you hummed In the very teeth of the enemy, "Charlie is ma darlin', ma darlln' "T What lilt there Is to it! No wonder the waiter girl leaned across the table and whispered secrets to you when you hummed the dangerous old song. And that blithering cousin of yours who could pipe so bravely when lie had wine enough, and the smell of the gorse under foot, and the white line of the breakers on the shore, where you just made the boat In time. That was a narrow squeeie. Alan, you know It, you rogue, for all you laughed so boisterously In the teeth of the gale. And that French cousin of yours, St Ives, was there ever such an other adventurer born, with his sldewayt love-making to tht dour auld wife, who was the guardian of his true love? How true they were, all the lovers in the book. Do they make them like that nowadays in books or out of them? - What's that making the clatter there in the Scotch plaid book behind you? "Pieces of eight, pieces of eight," why,, we're on Treasure island with the "Boy( of Courage," and there's Long John Sil ver sneaking through the woods right at the boys' back. I spoke of Long John Silver to a man the. other day, and he said he didn't know the gentleman. "Your loss," said I to him, and I never did tell him what I meant. What's the use? He wouldn't have understood, anyhow. Dead. The man who called all these beings into life by the magic of his won drous brain. No, not dead, nor even will be while human hearts beat true and human eyes can see to read Robert Louis Stevenson, the very name spells mystery and adventure to such as love his fancy Who is this stepping so demurely out Letters of a Slim-Mais Woman to Her Fat Sister fourth Letter: On th Housekeeping ' Burdens of tbs Overftt Woman Dear Sis: In solving the fat problem I've also solved the servant problem so far as. I'm concerned. My last mald-of-all-work donned her hat and departed two weeks ago. And when I say "the last" I mean "never again." I'm drng my own work now and enjoying it all be cause that terrible burden of fleh I car ried has gone never toi return. How plainly, the mirror of memory re flects the past. I see myself as I was a mountain of palpitating flesh, catering to servants whose lightest duties' I could not perform because I could not carry the burden of mi1 weight and of my , household. , . Now, sis dear, t know you haven't seen the suppleness of my slim-made self know that many formulas, diet systems and exercise methods have robbed you of faith In all reducing methods, but "take a little tip from sister" and use a few boxes of tho.se harmless little Marmola Prescription Tablets I told you about. Any druggist will furnish them at 75c the case or you can send the price to the Marmola Co., Funwr Blog., , Detroit, M:ch. They contain exactly the same In gredients as the Marmoia Prescription that left me slim, firm and smooth and they won't nauseate you either. It mas- take a little time, but be patient and you'll solve all your problems social and domestic. Let me know results. I'm sure they'll be amazing. Lovingly, Advertisement 1 BfiTTT. across the world, Bret Harte, and how we Who read your words of silver and pearl look through it and are full of mysterious joy! Fall time, home time, book time hur rah! let's get the old books out one 'after another, even if only to glance through the well-beloved pages. THe re you are David, poor, lonely David, and Murdstone, your enemy, bad luck go with him! And there's Pegotty why, what would the world be without Pegotty after all? And little Emily! My heart is softened to all who love and suffer since I knew her story. Lonely, with a room full of such people as these and a hundred more I could men tion! Why, I'd bid defiance to the long est day that ever rolled between morning and night with such a box full of old friends to keetf me company. I am- so sorry for the folk who have never learned to read. Oh, yes, there are many such. They know the alphabet and can put letters together and can find names In the telephone book with any. one, but they don't care for books. Poor things, poor things, what a nar row world they live in, wit Just one window to look through the narrow little window of self. There's the open window, the wise road, the fair view, the broad sweep of country that Comes to the eyes of such as have learned to look through the great,' broad windows of the world of books. Fall time, home time, v book time, hur rah! Welcome home, old friends. Let's get acquainted all over again. The Come Back. The cautious politician wrote at the end of his letter: "Burn this!" The recipient didn't like the caution. He considered it a reflection on hia honesty. The more he thought about It the more disgruntled he felt. So he sat down and wrote this In reply: "Received your 'burn it' letter. No fire about the house. We burn gas and It hasn't been turned on. So I gave your letter to a friend of mine, a nice young fellow who works on the Morning Bugle. I'm sure he will take good care of it and I know he must be an ad mirer of yours because he seemed de lighted whenf he saw your signature." Shop Talk. The Inventor was talking to himself. "What with my heatless light, my leakless fixture, my invisible ashcan and my disappearing bed, I have made the life of the urbanlte well worth the living. "Wrong," corrested the downwelghted bendict "Tou have yet to perfect the footless meter and the vanishing gas bill."-Judge. . . No Oprain. A man had been absent from home for some time, and during hit absence had raised a luxuriant beard and mustache. Shortly after his return he paid a visit to his sister, '-'o had n little daughter of whom he wai especially fond. The little Riri made no effort to em brace him or offer him a kiss, but bung back, reluctantly. "Why, Eleanor," said the mother, "why don't you give your Tcle Ed a kiss?" "Well, mother." replied the child, with the most perfect simplicity, "I don't see any place. Harper's Baiar. ( Professional Definition. "So you sell only soft drinks?" we say to the fountain clerk in the local option town. "That's alii sir," he says confirms-, tlvely. , "And what Is a soft drink?" we pur sue. "Pomcthlng you can put your fin re" n?" "No. sir. Something you can put a stick in," he an&wers iilumlnatively. HfilF THE WORJLD RRC &GUIRELS ANDTHr OTHffR HU? ARC UT5 TWC ICYBLB6T WAS WORKING OVERTM 'MUic AND WIS PAL'SftNDY" WffJ?e rOLLONin& THCT? FAVOSJTE VOCflTON TAH HA NDU N 6-QUOTH WlLUe TO SANDY "LEI US HlC TO fl MORff HiTERED SPOT TM5 MUST BE TWC COLDEST STREET N NEW YORK 1HEH SANDY UOLlcHCD BACie.'Bc THAT AS IT MAY I KNOW A5TJ?cET TUST NORTH OF HOUSTON THEY CFLL BL5CKER GRANDPA.' UEPLzS YOUR StiUFF 'MAKE IT A STOP OCNTLBMeN BE SEATED TA-RA-RA-RA BONES -MSTAH JOHNSON Olt yOU EVAH SEE DE MEN WHCauN' MONEY INTO DC SOS TREflftURY , INTE RL OCUTOR - YES BONt(MYC E0NE5- DEV MUS' E ENORMOUS LY WEA1THY. INTERLOCUTOR- NO, tiO THOSC MEN OHLi WORK BY THE OftV THE MONEY BEJ.0N6S TO UNCI E SAM. NOT TO THErA BONES- I KNOW DAT BUT A'N" DEY 9IMP1Y ROLLlN' IN WEALTH 7 of von cop LL WAS BuSUe fMDCCNH&OM AT THE FIER- fRENDS WERE IDPN6 EACH OTHER &O0D 9 YE, STEAMER HANDS WERE PUTTING ON TUB LATE BAGGAGE THERE WERE SOUNDS OF Hl6Bm in &teanj and the vessel's siren. then the sans-plank was drawn in and the steamer for bukope got out in the stream-Suddenly a man cane tearno wldly down the pier waving his hands excitedly. it was whispered his was a case of life or death "ship ahoy" he yelled. wm ats wanted answered the cap . -cooL-D'ioo say vouDtun THE CATS KILLS IP YOU FOUH D Q MICE IN THE BACK- VAEP?" flU GIVE IT ft SHOOT t IF YOU. DON! ! CtET WSU j nc R'LL GlVf YOU fl I SHOULD WORRY WHO ARE TOUtfff, JYT A (IM THE BOOB A TWflT PUT TUP FtTRP m VURPLE J r "Dancing is My Secret of Beauty," Declares Rita Stanwood if f-, tat MISS RITA STANWOOD, LEADING LADY IN By MARGARET HUBBARD AVER. Miss Rita Stanwood had not come in from rehearsal when I called to see her. "My Best Girl" was up at the Park thea ter, though It was early on Monday morning, when you think at least that actresses are getting a real well earned rest. i "MY BEST GIRL. "Rita works so hard," raid the "Best Girl's" proud mamma, who looks very young to have so famous a little daughter. "I suppose it's you who takes -care of her health," said I, endeavoring to get started on this "How to be beautiful" interview. "Of course, you're very particular as to what she eats, and all that," I went on, when just then I espied the largest, fat est, the deepest, the widest and alto gether the most monstrous box of candy I had ever seen, sitting placidly In the middle of the table. It was full of those great, big, lovely, luscious, ' fattening, rich chocolates. Mrs. Stanwood offered some to me and helped herself with that beautiful unconcern of the person who knows that she has beauty enough in the family not to have to bother with chocolate creams, and rules for dieting. "Do you let the 'Best Girl' eat choco lates?" I asked In a horrified tone. "Why, yes, I, thing they're nourishing, don't you?" asked the mother placidly. "Rita has had so many chocolates sent to her and I like them so much myself that really I hardly eat anything else." This was against all precedent, and I was Just going to remonstrate when Rita Stanwood herself blew in, looking as fresh and sweet as a rose, and simply exuding Health and vitality. The first thing she did after greeting me was to take one of those chocolates, and she hadn't had her lunch yet, either. As I felt that somebody ought to live up to the principles of a hygienic diet, I played martyr to the cause, and would let neither of them tempt me to touch one of the candles. ' "I Just love chocolates," said Miss Stan wood, us she bit into a particularly good one, and then eyed the other half with a kind of affectionate regard. She was dressed la, a pretty, sensible little suit, with a severely plain white silk shirt waist, and her bright young eyes and clear compnlxlon and plnK cheeks prove that one can eat 'chocolates without the dire results that physicians croak about. Still I do protest "Donvt say that chocolates are bad for one," said pretty Miss Rita, with an in gratiating charm of manner which 1b natural to her. "If I sat around and ate candy all the time, talked the one thing, but I really work very hard, and I don't think an occasional chocolate does any harm. They give it to soldiers after a long march," she went on mischiev ously, "and if you want to succeed In this profflHslon, you have to work, work, all the time. "I love my regular stage work, and the performances of 'My Best Girl' are a real recreation to tne. But, bosldes that, I work every day at dancing, and there that Is something that I can recom mend. Every woman ought to loam how to dance, and girls especially should) make a real study of it. Dancing is the best exercise for girls. It's interesting, which regular physical culture la not; Dancing stimulates the Imagination, it makes one graceful, and for that rea son, it's a tremendous factor in social as well as xtage success. "You see If you are quite graceful," Miss Rita went on, "you aren't, likely to become self-conscious and embarassed. People who don't know how to move prop erly, who-havon't been taught the grace ful deposition of their body through danc ing, ure always self-conncious and subse quently awkward and oftpn ridiculous the minute they are placed in an cmbaras slng or difficult situation. "The mind has so much to do with the body, hasn't It?" continued this very young actress, who already knows so much. "Sometimes 1 think It's all a question of mind. I urn sure that suc cess Is a matter of determination and will power. At least. It has been with me. I've never h-t anything or anybody down me; I'm like the little boy who won't be licked. "I've boen determined to succeed, and I work and work to that end. There was a song which I didn't use to sing satis factorily. That is, there was one place where I always got off the pitch. .Lots of singers do that, but I'm not going to. I determined to get the better of that faul, and I would do it all right. I made my singing teacher coach me on that song hour after our. I worked and studied and thought, and I cpnqucred It It goes all right, now doesn't It? "That why I know that if you Just stick at a thing and work and work, you're bound to accomplish it. I've made up my mind to be able to sing regular prima donna parts in two years' time, and, I know that I will do it." Bread Crambn for Frying. Use bread crumbs Instead of cracker ! crumbs for frying or for covering the j tops of entrees as they do not absorb the moisture and become soggy. Our Personal Taxes The girls to whom the words "Personal taxes" brings a vague memory of some thing that troubles father several times a year, and to whom all tax questions seems mysterious problems beyond all un derstanding, have taxes of their own which they must pay. Father loses his temper over the tax on mortgages, the tax on horses, bonds, automobiles and furniture. Daughter furrows her pretty brow and sheds a few tears, and scolds and pays taxes Just as serious and often more try inc than those he pays. For hers are the taxes she pays on friendship! There Is nothlnj in his busi ness life fiat lsMmore fretting and more annoying than tha little taxes she, pays, though hors are not paid over a countor ,o a county official. A friend borrows a book and returns It with the back half off. A friend makes an engagement nd then presumes on the rights of friendship to break It on a mo ment's notice, and sometimes thero is no notice at all. 1 A friend claims the right of criticism and exercises it beyond the bounds of clticlsm. the line between that gentle art of fault finding and the more vulgar one of nagging being delicately drawn. A friend violates every law of con fidence. A friend has been known count less times to come between a girl and the man she loves. A friend 1s at the same time the most worrying and the most comforting of all the companions life brings. . Father knows he must pay his taxes to keep the business credit good. Daughter must learn, if she has not already taken this painful lesson to heart, that she must pay all the little taxes on friendship with philosophic cheerfulness or be friendless. It Is better to lose an umbrella, to have one's") most preolous books returned look ing as If spoiled children had played with them, and to spend hour after hour wait ing for an appointment that has been disregarded than to go through life with out friends. There could be no fate thut Is worsa, Tli friendless girl Is homeless. She Is By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. morbid. She is selfish. She is self- centered. She misses all the little pin pricks of friendsliip, and she misses, also,' its greater Joys. She misses the Joy of self-sacrlflco. Sho never learns the lesson every one should learn, and that Is, self-effacement. .' Every llttlo tax she pays on friendship Is good for her soul if she accepts the lesson it brings in the- payment. If a friend Is negligent In the lit'Jo niceties and tries her almost beyond endurance, she profits by even such a friendship If, In paying her tax, she re members the friend's many other good qualities. The friend hurts her feelings. It Is good for her to pay this tax on friendship, If, while remembering that the friend had no Intention of hurting her, she must in future be less sensitive. J "The fault is half her own," is a good thing to say while paying a friendship Inst. "I must not place umbrellas, boo',;s, ribbons, a few waiting hours, a few hasty words, above the value of human heart I need frlend& more than I need no tx on friendship to pay." ' ; , It Isn't always easy to pay these little taxes smilingly, some of which are Im posed so heedlessly and so unnecessarily but paying them cheerfully makes tha payment easier, and keeps the friend. ;t And by "friend" I mean one who like you In spite of your faults. I do not mean the- girl or boy you met yesterday, and with whom you made a compact two hours after meeting that you would ba friends for life. , I mean those who huve known you lon enough to know iyour bad qualities well as your good and who still like you. I mean those who have known you long enough to know your bad qualities as well as your good and who still like you,' No one is so wise that he can select his frtends without an occasional hert breaking tntitake of Judgment. Be Jut as wise as you can be in your selection. Then be a good friend yourself. And one of the Most Important lngred--lents In the making of what constitutes a "good friend" Is the ability to pay every little tax on friendship cheerfully. 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