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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 23, 1912)
"fhe ecg jne fafazire p)a SILK HAT HARRY'S DIVORCE SUIT . a ( nun-507m tmcA f - - ( J ' . I "rr"' V'O J J J l , Married Life the Third Year By MAUEti HEUUEKT UKNEK. "Oh, I'm sorry, but we can't we'io dining out tonight. "isn't it too bad? I should love to bo!" ' ilon't know," doubtfully, "hold the phone - I'll ask him." Warren wnn put ting his pearl studs In a dress shirt vt lien Helen ran In excitedly. "Oh. dear, the Stevens have a box for the 'Lost Il lusion' for tonight! They want us to come - even If wo ern't get there until late. Could we?" eagerly. " Certainly not, " frowning at a finger mark on his shirt front. "Nice time to Invite uif." "But the box was Just given them this evening they sooner." "Well, If we dine with the Dawsons, we'll spend the evening there. Don't tlilnlc I'm going to rush off right after dinner, do you?" "No, I suppose np," murmured Helen, reluctantly, as she went back to the phone to tell Mrs. Stephens they could not go. But Mrs. Stevens Insisted, that she would leave a couple of seats at the bos office In case they could come. "Sow hurry up there." .called Warren, s Helen went back to Jier dressing room. 'Dawson said 7 o'clock we don't want to be- lute." Mr. Dawson was a,new business friend of Warren's, and while Helen and Mrs. Dawson had exchanged calls, this was their flr.st dinner. "You're not going to wear a hot?" de manded Warren, as a few moments later Helen came out drawing on her Ions Cloves. "Why, yes, dear; It's only a dinner. We needn't go so formally, need we?" "Well, this Is one of the places we're i couldn't ask us glng tiv right. Take off that hat. I'veentlon a waiter always gives to a lavish ordered a taxi." (order seemed also soothing. "A taxi. Oh. couldn't we have gone In J Helen saw his savage frown gradually t lie subway?" ; relax under the pacifying effects of the But Warren did not deign to answer i food and wine. At length she ventured this. Helen went back, took off her hat and threw a light scarf over her hair. She also changed her shoes for a pair of evening slippers, which she had thought too dressy for the subway. But tlnce they were going In a cab, she might as well wear them. It was evident War ren wanted 'her to look as well as she r-u'.d. ' A moment later the taxlcab was an nounced. "It's too bad that everything should come In one night," murmured Helen, as they drove off. "That was the play I was so anxious to tee the 'Lost Illusion,' and this Is the last week." "Well, It's a darn sight more Impor tant to dine with Dawson than go to finy play. He's pulled off some mighty big deals lately, and f I can Interest him In our company, it'll mean a whole lot. Whtlo I think of It, he's got a fine collection of old prints Hint's his hobbv. He'll probably show them, so for heaven's take, try to seem Interested. Don't sit like you did the other night when Wilson showed us those coins. By George, you looked bored to death." "Why, dear, I didn't," Indignantly. "Only I don't know anything about coins, Hiid 1 thought ltbetter to Keep stilt than to make stupid comments." "Don't know anything cither," admitted Warren, "but I faked' It, and you can, too. If you want to." Tills did not add to Helen's prospect of u pleasant evening. It was hard enough for hor to dine with comparative stran icer, but to feel that she must try to talk and pretend a knowledge of some thing about which she knew nothing al ways terrified her. The cab drew up before the Imposing entrance of the "Kensington Arms." A i-niformed hallman opened the door, "Mr. and Mrs. Curtis to see Mr. Daw son." Warren unnounced briefly to the boy at the switchboard. "Mr. Dawson is not in. sir," the boy Informed them a moment later. "Announce us to Mrs, Dawson, then," FHld Warren curtly. Another moment's wait and then th boy said stolidly; "Mr. and Mrs. Dawspn have both gone ut " "(que out?" murmured Helen In amaze inent Of course not." scoffed Warren "That's n mistake. Now you get this thing right," beverely to the boy. "I want you to an-no-'nre Mr. and Mrs. Curtis to Mr Daw son's apartment ' Well. I had their maid on the wire," dinner. I'll ring her back, you can talk to her yourself." ' Warren turned to a desk phone near by and the, boy connected him. "Hello! Is this Mr. Dawson's npnrt ment? Will you say that Mr. and Mrs. Curtis are here. What's that?" sharply. ' What message did they leavo7" Helen was standing by listening breath lessly. The maid's shrill voice carried beyond the phone, but she could not make out the words. With a muttered exclamation 'Wlarren slammed up the receiver and strodo to ward the door. Helen followed, her heart In her throat- What could it mean? Outside Warren stalked along, his fa.ee crimson with rage. Helen had almost to run to keep beside him. A dozen breath less questions were whirling through her mind, but she dared not ask tttem. She waa afraid to question him when he was In a mood like this. They had gone 'almost two blocks be fore ho spoke. Then he snarled savagely: "Dawson will pay for this all right! I'll get square Just wait and see." "But what did the maid say, dear?" breathed Helen. "Say? What could she say, but that they'd gone out." "And hadn't left any message?" "Not a word." "But maybe some orie. was 111 and sunt for them," suggested Helen soothingly, "an accident or something." "Then why didn't they leave a mes sage? Not nothing can excuso this." "But dear, where are we going?" Heln was hobbling along painfully In Tier thin high-heeled slippers. "We're not going home nothing to eut there. Where are we now?" for in his l age he-had walked blindly on, not notic ing where they went. "We'll take a taxi and go to some reslanrunt." Another taxlcab! But Helen did not daro protest. And finally they were seated on an expensive uptown restaur ant, she could only look on unhappily, while Warran ordered an extravagant dinner. It seemed as though ho wns trying tb- sootho his wounded vanity by n-ckless expenditure. The obseouious at- timidly Dear, couldn't we ko to the theater. after all? Mrs. Steves said she'd leave the tickets at tho box office In case we could come." Warren glanced at his watch. "Suppose we might as well go there as anywhere." Warren called another taxlcab. but by this time Helen was resigned a sort of desperate resignation. They had already spent so much Miionpy this evening' a little more would not matter. The tickets, marked with their name, were at the bGx office. The curtain waa up itnd the usher led them through the back of a darkened house to a box at the right of the stage. As they entered Mr. and Mrs. Stevens rose with whispered greetings. Then to Helen's horror she realized that the two people In the box were Mr. "and Mrs. Dawson. Fortunately the theater was so dark that her Involuntary start and tho expression of Warren's face were notn3. tlced. "No no, we'll sit back here," whis pered Helen, refusing to let Mr. Stevens place their' chairs In the front of the bar. I Happily It was a long scene, and Helen had time to regain her poise. "Act as though nothing had hap pened," she whispered pleadingly to War ren behind her program. Out ho only growled a curt "Hush." "I'm so glad you could come," smiled Mrs. Dawson, turning cordially to Helen. "We hadn't hoped to see you before to morrow evening." "Tomorrow evening!" gasped Helen. "Why, yes; you haven't forgotten you're to dine 'with us?" "Oh, no," broke in Warren heartily. "We're looking forward to that. And, by the way, Dawson; we drove by your place this evening. We were on our way uptown to a Dohemlan club dinner and thought you and Mrs. Dawson might like to join us." Helen bit her lips, and bent lower over her progiam. Warren had always said he stuck to the truth when he could as It was not such a tax on tho memorjT but that when it was necossary he could "He magnifi cently," And this was a sample of his art. Whose mistake had It been his or Mr, Dawson's? Holen knew If it had been AVarren's he would probably not admit It. Hut, at least, the fault was not hers, for Mr. Dawron had phoned the Invitation to Warren himself. Kor ence something' had haiipen?!l fr which te couid jiQt fcf blamed. Tim BEE: OMATTA, SATURDAY, NOVTftriTET? 23, THE BUlLDIriq WflS q-IWNr A VEfY CjOOO IMITATION OF A TMDER BO. FOURTEEN FI0E COMPANIES IV AO BEEN CALLED TO PAW PEN THE ENJUOSASM Mitt WHICH IT eUNED, THE EtrrEtqENT was intense1, suddenly, woman'S head was seen to appfaR, at TrF top STOfly WIAOOVA AND SHE WAS HAHD TO SHOUT- "IF A WOMAN TOCvV APLY IN WALL. STREET WOULD THE STREET CLEANER?" LET IN Up J H S A L C 17 S-S-Sleep! I COMMAND VOH! HA t VOU ARE NOW AN ANT-EATER. 4 . . W -vr' v. Says Divorce is Wife's Fault! Happy in Wedlock, ShevLedtures Sisters ADA I'ATTKILSOX. "Seventy-five per cent of all unhappy marriages are unhappy through the wife's fault." Mrs. Kdwnnl W. Hooke. by twenty four years of uninterrupted marriage, has established her right to ono of the proudest degrees of womanhood 11. W (happy wife). Meeting her at clubs, at teoa, at matinees. In thn gymnasium, in ' any of the fcore of places where Hmait women congregate, one hears first tnat alio la a young woman of active num. with marked executive ability, shown lj her capable performance of the duties of president of the International Pure Muu league. But while one woman Is aduir- ! Ing her trig tailored suit aid another ob serves that she has truVeled so much k and lived tn so many of the large cities I of this country that she Is what the ol ltldniiH call "a good mixer," one who I knows her Is sure to say, "sho Is the bett wife I ever knew. She thhiks It Is easy to get along with one's husband." Mrs. Hooke whisked Into n teaioom for breathing fiace In a busy day. and I nuked' her tlieie if she agreed with tho trend jot modern thought that marr'.ase J Is a hard Job which the rar-signieo woman declines to undertake. "Bosh!" was Mrs. Hooke'H brisk an swer. "It Is theeasiest thing in the world to make one's marriage a happy one and a man Is the easlesr thine In tho world to manage. All one has to do Is to bring it down to the basis of a business propo sltlon." "Von are not advocating the un-American Idea of marriage for money?" I Implored. "I promise yon nut to do that, for I doif t ,bel!eye In It. But the difficulties that come up In marriage can be settled as they are In a business partnership. If two business partners disagree about something they don't think at once" of business dissolution. They argue the matter out earnestly, but not offensively, and reach a bedrock of understanding on the essential points. That Is what the reasonable wife does." "Are not most wives reasonable?" "Far from It. Seventy-five per cent of all the unhappy marriages are made un happy by the wives. Three-fourths of the separations and divorces could be pre vented If the women did their share In the business, partnership. "Tho greatest fault of women in mar ried life Is their extravagance. Yen, I know about tho women who work hard In their homes and bring up well a large brood of little ones. But with all their virtues 'of patience and loyalty many of them have that great marital fault of women. Perhaps they don't go down town and buy a dress they know they can't afford. And maybe they don't In sist upon living In an exclusive locality, or a garish apartment house, when they would 'be belter off In an old-fashioned side street- "But they do use poor Judgment, wnlch Is r form of extravagance, In buyln? food. Delicatessens flourish and their owners grow rich becaute women make he said. At tho time I thought he was ( them the mainstays of the household In-1 harsh, but I ve since learned he was stead of the emergency stations they are 1 right ivitendod u I bivu'l Lwa insula aJ. 'Md women, li.ve " -1'" -..rinf.l The Judge Takes a Slant at the Horses Copyright lPli. National News AsVn. ? ROUBLES SEl-OOMCOME- SlNCfLl (C . , , ' THEy 'Rr a-l. married. A Cowboy's Soilg T TWE LITTLE DAHLiNGtS WEUE OUT SD- NESTING. )HZJ HAD ALREAOY COLLECTED UHPTY SPfWH OF THEM, AND NECOfO fiyr ONE MORE TO oWNCf WE NUMBER VP TO AN EVEN TWIHTy-THROO. SODPENLV. AL.Ge.RS0N SPIED A NEST. AiMfrVq- HIS S.W-SrVq HE LET 'EK GrO. VOUJN CANJF THF NEQT, PLUS A LITTLE fiAD4QoV OF HIS LAST JlTNEY- TVffE THB LITTLE BIRD, T QHIQPED " IF THE COD FISH WAS KING- OP THE DEEP WOULn THE COD LIVE A F?0YAL LFC?" o - don't you know N07WN?" ha', now fCt-L rie who you ARE D - M K8. KDWAItD delicatessen once In two years, becausa the household machinery hasn't broken down but once. That Is what dellcates. sens were started for, but careless house keepers have made tlifin the family sup ply stations. "I know a professional man who showed me his books to let me ten what a profit able month ho had. But he closed the books with a banc and asked me not to tell his wife how much he iiad made, if you did she would go down to tho shops and spend every cent of It before night.' J WW NIMBLE FNfEfS, THE DEALER STACKED THE CARDSJ AtfD DEALT HIS OPPONC7VY ' FOUR KIMQ5, G-IVWG- HIMSELF FOUH BULLETS. THE oproticm TOOK A HKLP-NELSON ON THE CArD3AND BET HIS PILE, THE" DEALFf SAID IT WA-5nrn ENOUGH, SO HE RAISED THE POT. CCfANIN-Tfe OTntfX THE SUCKER SANK BACK Mf HIS CHAIR AMD MUTTHEO.- P THUNDER CREATES A VAcooiva, DOES ATMOSPHERE ANM. JUST ONE. rAORET, BO VS. DON'T N-NO- I'M THE BOOB THAT POT THE W-WHO ARE vMHT y P N0TISTJ W. HOOKK. often offered for them that they don't know how much their husband earns. They do know It. but they havo not enough self-control to live within his earnings. They sec a gown they like, think they must have It, order it, 'and when tholr husbands say they can't nf ford It there is a quarrel. Tho maifvmay need a pair of shoes, but that makes no difference to tho woman, who must linvo tho dres. Women seem to chloroform their consciences In theso matters. No wonder men say that Nve havo no senst of Justice. "The other twtiUy-flve per cent of marriage failures are due to women's tll""gtltl'1'""ir"' h.- , f di-grg of Drawn for r x Ten thouimml eattle UrayhiK." What U It that Hiii Kiift little voice Is trylnif to Mnic so lirnvbty 'Thej'vo left my nwny." What n voice It Is, to be sure. A voice mado. up of pi pi n K winds and tho soft whisper of the crcat dahlias that stand so lull and brave against the Harden wnll pretcndlnc . that there Is no such thine ns frot Ami wint a bravo little flaiirc II Is which stands there In thcMtnuK November sunshine Ileitis iilul wandered mm iIiirIiik his manual tong of herds and livokV the heuvt of the mother who trny. ' I .worked her fliiKers to tho bono for him, "They've KCflt'.c:ed my herd, my herds ; brouBht sluinie tin' nil honest name What uwuy." Dear little boy. How fur, howlis there iilcturesqllo In that? far. shall you wander beforo you llo down j ii-uuic mQro than wns Rtmd for him to lest, and who shall lead your liffrta und rode hl pony over somo ioor brtdo'n for you Into what sliaiiRe lands, I wun-1 mt0 flower. Harden that she wns trylnK ili ? . 1 to' iniiko homey out tUo'ro on the edRe of Hulk. Tile soliK ohatiResi "For I'm a thliiKs. What , a pltlfuiT sordid, cheap youiiR cowboy and 1 know I've ilottc'j tliliifr this "dolnR wiOiik" I" they lnK wiotiK." What, n swIiik to the shoulders j linout 0 s,.MimiMitally.' of the boy who almost died yepterdoy', ( ron.ftmber once 1 sailed a tropic sou when the flippy" scrutclied him. wim Hie water tho color of a purpto pc- I'm a yo'uhk cowboy and 1 know We done wrong." Have you Indeed, yotiiiK sir. nihl what, pray tell, was. yoVir man ner of wroi)K doing and whom did y'ou harm by It? A friend who. trusted you? Oh. never Hint, I hope. Then a wotiiuti who be lieved you. Not thai, not Hint, little hoy. And how bravely you trhll ItViit, "I know I've don rung " What did you do to right the wrong, young cowboy? And are you really ashamed of what you did, or do you glory lir It niter tile 'witless fashion of Koine foolish men? I l'ftie he.nd them often buusl: "I was it gay dot In iny young days. Ah, In deed, do you think you luivo to tell us that, you with the' shaking IuiiiiIn mid tho face of a shell hue, you with Hln bloated luai t'.esfneHs. Women get out ,o( bid iinv, 'llliiuly and shuffle about all morn ing in a kimutio mid IIp'H'Ih. llushuud goes downtown and meets mi attractive won ' II who (Irene dalutllv. who sucm to nilinlri' l.lui and who mnkcH an otfuil ' and he to be i lit' t'tiiliilii. 'lie rememberers the klnmiu gin k homo and finds n wife who Inter rupls what he thinks n good story by saying- "Dear, I i-hw u lovely hat marked down to JHi.M that I ially must hay.' Ho thinks. How did I ever happen to rinrn thU woman?" JIimi are only kids. We are nil only grow u- ip cliliditii. When Hie mini's day s wotli Is dune In' comes home in the mood of a boy, expecting to - bo i annum!, lie wants a wife who will talk . ntcilalnlnKly to 1.1m ami will pass along annhlin; woith while she has heard dur- Ing the day. If hu has a wife who Is ... ....I t i t i... so llabV It.ruu ,, u I iiyiiif ill) iin i uf ru IIUH I in ki ""i in cuius. . . "A niun'fc flay innst hn stalled right, find tiw way to start It light h to glvi. him n gooO bieakfiiMt ami share It' with him, Many a iinii'vlio gots downtown and does good wuik, begins. the day with mudd' loffi'i'.hc mikes himself. You've no Idea how many men In. this town git. tholr own breakfasts. And thero Is v, vast number of wives- who are still, lounging In liejl when their husbands begin the dily's work. "Men are fickle creatures, and If the, day begins badly iind'ends budly at bourn they are likely, to turn for comfort to some w nn'iU who' Is more thou;jlitful or' pietuudn to hu. "The per cent 6f niairluge failures, that llo ut women's doors, proy.e that the upsolfihlinefH oi our sex lids been over rated, It Is tho selflshnesg of wonn tfVt Is to blame for (hree-'four.s of the" mar riages that fa'l. . "Most men nrft s selfliili than wo'ure. Take tho show window, gazing- habit. You know yomVclf how hard If Is ,to7gt pint a show window full of pretty things. even though you don't Intend to buy, Men will stop and look Into the show windows with us. thouth they nro not Interested, Hut there are show windows that Inter - est men-tobaccdlsts' and' haberdashers' windows. Wliei) do you seo a woman standing beside her husband and looking Into such windows? If a man edges toward tho window his' wlfo Is sura to hang biiclc and scowl. ' "Twenty-five per cent or, one-fourth of the marrlnsp failures are due to the'"0"1' wrong;, stop uoin? h mis jnitant. selfishness of. men. Hut I will say this i ' H1p rjumi'' you. or all the romance, for them, thoy go Into the marriage -tlwt !. real rpmance-wlll fade from partnership with lm intention of romalr-. 1 your poor disappointed life, and you'll bo Ing with tho flrtn for life. Many women ' an old cowboy with a very bad taste In ilon't They become engaged to mam our mouth and not a real friend In tho with a nlenUl reservation. They auy to whole round world themielvns,- 'If this doesn't turn out well! Come, let s be good, lets bo honest lets 1 can get a dlvorro and ry aguln,' a be fair let s be open-hearted let s be point of view that Is positively wIcKcd, 'j frank, und so let us find the real ronunca. J5 The Bee bv Tad i rheehs iintl tlie loose mouth? .Nature has put her 'IRH upon you. You need not bawl your sins so loud In the market place. Who do you stippofR first baiik that Mrunse I'hatitliiK sour you whoop so Joy nuxl.v. little boy? -Homo limn tltlinu at k camp fire In the far west, I suppose, and nil the other wanderers urntind the flro listened ami found their checks wet with tenis that were no credit to them per haps. How lomantle It n)iinds-"I Know Wo dune wroUK" and yet what the younp cowboy did wns iloubtlers prosaic cnouRli If you knew thn truth. Stole somebody old bny niai'r. HKist like; ran away with the prenrhcr'H ilaimhter, lied to her and left her alone and-friendless In soino frou- I tier town to die fornotteli except ill tho . X'litlmental moment of hour around tho camp live. , inula, with silver KleumH in It Hint spar- kled like limglP Jewels. And on the ship that carried us were three yotms women and an older one. The young women were not pretty, ex cept ns nil .voupk things are pretty. Thoy were not clever either, npd they worn tho most aiftonlshlng clothes. In the most uitotilHhliiK way. The old woman was ii hmror. I could not look upon her cruel f.U'i and cold eyes and 1'iitio and greedy month without a shudder. She took the young women with her to fnr lands to make money to pour Into her vulturc-llkn talons, and she sat Jn the strong sunshine and blinked at them and fairly counted their poor younB bones, one by one. and smacked her Hps at the thought 'f "'hat fine eating they would he for her and her kind. And all thi' way down the purple sea thece three young women sat on deck and held one an-ntiei's hands and sang a song wonderfully popular In that day. There's if lililili' that nuVer's spoken, Theie'H a promise that U broken, There's Just one more Hint's mlfslng from ..1.1 lm...n. flint iM till. j Oh, whAt a ilylntr full they gave that '' I'athetle It was niriint to be, but somehow I "There's a father unfoi'Slvlnir, iThcio'a a mother tired of llvltnr. There's u, picture that li tur-n-e-d toward I the w-u-iiwi-M-l-l." i How It catnr wauled out Into tho soft ! night, mid drowned even tho cry of th,fl hungiy KulM'tlnt wheeled and oirciea above and aVound all the while! How romaiitlo tiey felt, tho poor yoUnjr fools "Pictures that were turned toward "" wal' ' ' I "nnderlng I rndlgals In petticoats, pool thlnus! -Ono ' ,WUH 11 butcher's daughter who wns loo lacy to worK. ana one was a wdltloss In a -cheap boarding house who "wouldn't take noHiln', ' from' the cooir. end one was a selfish, vain creature who wanted, mora flue clothes than her honest, hardwo'rklng mother could buy for her. so shu took the "easiest way." Heaven pity thine who think It so. and there was not a tltliiB the least romantic about on pf them. Poor 'Hilda, sitting on hor wash tubs, waiting for pie to come and take her to (he fiwae't -llPpe! mask ball. Is more a figure of romaijtii than they The good llttlo Bjsh til'r! who works all day to ave a few- dollars a month' to send across tlitj blacjO water3 to those who plnp nV home by Hie pent fire Is a thou sand HiueViiiore romantic; but Just think, hov picture will never be "turned toward the wall." Poor, things! Poor, feeble, fpollsh, kvlflfcl). wicked things. When will they learn' thut the .oijly ral romance cornel with sacrifice npd devotlbp and honor and purity? .You can't oven bo Tcally beauti ful unless uu are." good. And you aren't even clover unions you' do the decent j thing, i' ".Ton thousand cattle straying. Come j honio. lttle bov, ,como home. Wear thu 1 red banda'ia knotted at your brown I throat; tip that canvas hat of yours at a racklsh angle over your funny, chubby little face; frown desperately at the puppy If you like; but you shall not coxon mo with your tales of romantic wickedness. If you are. as you so brazenly chant, a young cowlioy," and you know you"v