rilK BEE: OMAHA, MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 1913.
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The Lookout
Advice to the Superstitious
By Nell Brinkley
Copyright, 1S13, International News Service.
By ADA PATTKUSON.
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High abovo the sand of the beach stands
what refembles a cabin on stilts. Within
this cabin open at every side for unob
structed view In every direction, a man
sits rrolegged as
a Turk during his
smoking hour.
Brown faced, stal
wart, red legged,
keened eyed In this
man. You might
think him a bather
n sting up nloft
wl.He he watches
the antics of other
bathers, unless you
happen to note the
tenseness of' his
bronie features and
the straining of his
r es far out at sea.
The anxious eyes
sweep the beach
from end ta end.
note the crow'' hundreds of bathers and
rest longest on the dark spots farthest
out at sea, bobbing as corks on the waves.
At lost a hoarse warning cry breaks
from him. "The lifeboat!" he calls, and
men slip the long white craft that has
been resting on the beach Into the water,
cine of the bronzed men lounging In bath
ing costume on the beach springs Into
the water's place, and the man you have
been watching Is down with a bound. He
leaps Into the llfo boat and Is off to the
spot whero a second before he has seen
threo spots appear whero one had been.
Two arms ha'd been flung upward and
they and the head had sunk.
It may be ten minutes. It may be a
half hour before the man comes back.
Water drips from his brown arms. There's
a gash on his powerful red leg, where
It had been brushed by the boat as ho
went down Into the mystery of the green
waves. Iut there's something rostlng In
the bottom of the boat. It leans against
his knee. It Is vory palo and Its eyes
arc closed. Ho lifts It from the boat and
carries It to the little hospital where a
nureo waits to complete the work he has
begun. Vou see the figure a llttlo later.
flushed now and frightened and ft bit'
ashamed still wearing her bathing suit,
she makes her way with a curious fol
lowing, to the figure up aloft In the little
cabin on stilts.
"I thank you," sho called up to lilm,
"for saving my llfo."
He looks down at her composedly and
answers. "That's all right. Better not go
out so far,"
Ills eyes strain out again to sea.
"The lookout," says the crowd and dis
perses again, breaking Into little groups
and quickly forgetting that It has wit
nessed a rescue, that a life has been
saved.
While we rest and doze on our deck
chairs on a transatlantic steamer a man
stands as far at the front of the boat as
he can go and he to strains his eyes to
sea. Ite Is looking for -derelicts, wreck
age that drifting, aimlessly and valueless,
can yet Injure a vessel, plowing Us de-J
termmea way mrougn mo sea. it no is
near the shore ha looks for rocks.
The trained, straining eyes, may see the
Jagged edges of thcio rocks cutting the
water, or they may neo them beneath the
surface where we see only the lapping,
laughing wnves. In a fog he may see a
far wreathltke shape that In a few min
utes will resolve Itself Into a oteamer or
an Iceberg, where he had discerned a
gray enveloping mist.
He, too, is a lookout. Ills face Is tan
ned by the wind. Ills eyes are used to
looking long distances and seeing what
others untrained and careless do not, and
the ship would not bo safe for a sixtieth
of an hour were It not for him and such
as he.
How grave are their faces, how thought
ful the eyes, how warning the hands of
the lookouts who sit at the edge of the
aea, or who cross In with us. They ore
thoso who know and who would savo us
from dangers that Impend and at which
we, being Ignorant, laugh.
There are lookouts sitting on the shore
of humanity's sea, straining their eyes
for the bobbing heads far out on the
wavea. We call them reformers and we
are liable to smile at their earnestness.
Iiut fhcre is a irreaL,dcal for them to do
and the man or Woman with a great
deal to do has little time for Jest and
ees tragedy where we, with careless
vision, see only gayety.
They tee bathers cresting the little small
waves, laughing carefree, heedless, but
the lookout sees what the bather does not,
a great engulfing wave rearing Its black
hud. towering mountainous above the
swimmer. Tho little waves havo been
casual Interests, passing faults, but that
great towering, engulfing wave Is a su
preme emotion, a aominant passion, a
purpose that wilt sweep us from our foet,
Villi carry us far out to sea, will perhaps
drown us In Its black embrace. That Is
what the lookout sees. Tliat la why his
hearse cry rings out The lifeboat! the
lifeboat!"
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Ladies! Secret to
Darken Gray Hair
Bring hark color, gloss and thickness
With Grandma's recipe of Sago
uud Sulphur.
VJJ " " :
"Always look at tho moon over your right shoulder."
Billy, whispering into Botty's oar undor tho Soptembor moon (and
It's tho last moon they'll boo out of doors): - "There are a few things
that you really ought to watch llttlo superstitions, you know. Such
as boo now there's a now, thin moon, silvtry as your hair was when
you wero a llttlo fellow. Always look a it over your right shoulder.
Turn your head a llttlo moro . 1 don't need to look at It; I've
"Always make a wish at a shooting star.
seen It already. Tip your chin up and you'll have good luck! Can
you seo tho moon?(
"Always make a wish at a shooting star! You've got to be quick
there, llttlo chap! A shooting star falls like a bright hope. You
never have time to mako a nolso, Just watch Its flight like a match
flipped from tho hand of a man with a cigarette. Watch it hard with
your blue oyos, and wish if you can . Is that what you wished for?
"See a pin and pick it up, all day you'll have good luck."
" 'See a pin pick it up all the day you'll havo good luck.' Even
If it's on the steps of a trolley and we hold up tho whole Bystem, stop
to pick up a pin, small person! Drop on your knees so your hand
and mlno gropo for tho pin. It's a pretty small pin, Isn't it? Look
at mo all the time that's the right way to plajTlt. Your eyes are
close, little fellow, and they're awfully blue! Your Hps aro close, and
they're red as a pomegranate blossom oh, leave the pin, cheret
"Oh, I say none of those things aro any good unless I'm around!"
Men Who Borrow From Women
HI
Warn
By WINIFRED BLACK.
A young doctor killed himself out west
the other day. He was a bright young
man, and he wanted to graduate at the
medical school, so he could CO right to
practlclnf. 80 he
borrowed money to
pay tor his educa
tion,
He borrowed the
money from two
Clrls and each girl
he promised to
marry when he
was a full-fledged.
Ho Graduated.
with medium
honors, found both
girls waiting for
him, and hadn't
the courage to face
the consequences of
his own folly and
died Ppr, foolish,
young iuiiowi
How long It took him to learn that
the man who had to borrow money from
a woman to pay for his education wasn't
realty so very mucn worm eaucaung
after all!
They so seldom seem to be these men
who borrow money to go through col
lege, especially when they can't find
any one to have faith enough in then)
to lend them the money but some woman
who Is In love with them.
I've watched several such cases. There's
the well-known writer, he- was 111, ragged
hungry.
A woman who loved htm married hlro
and stnt him to school ho was worth
moro than the most of them, 'this par
ticular borrower he did turn out to be
a genius after a fashion, but when he
did, he forgot the woman who gave htm
his chance and he didn't give her a
ohance at all.
He left her as coldly as If rho were
some unworthy beggar at tits tfates-and
they sty she cried and uew! him to
remember.
There was the man I know the ne'er
do well, of good family lie married a
little stenographer. She was proud of his
name aud his mother's carriage, and she
sent him to school to be a doctor.
Common garden sice brewed Into learnec-arter a rasmon-just enough
heavy tea. with sulphur and ftlcohol to put a sign upon his door, and that was
added, will turn gray, streaked and faded
hair beautlfutty dark and luxuriant, re
move every bit of dandruff, stop scalp
Itching and falling hair. Mixing the Sage
Tea and Sulphur recipe at home, though,
Is troublesome. An easier way Is to get
the ready-to-use topic, costing about CO
cents a large bottle, at drug stores,
known as Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur
Hair HemHy," thus avoiding a lot of
mux
While wispy, gray, faded hair is not
sinful, we all desire to retain our youth
ful appearance and attractiveness. By
darkening your hair with Wyeth's Sage
and Sulphur, no one can tell, because It
does U so naturally and evenly. You Just
dampen a sponge or soft brush with It
and draw this through your hair, taking
one small strand at a time; by morning
all gray hairs have disappeared. After
another application or two your hair be
come beautifully Urk, glossy, soft and ! (ars and sent him to "study.
all, and he ran away with his office as
sistant before he'd had that sign up a
year. He never turned out much of a
doctor. I saw him keeping the sur
geon's place warm for him In a coast
steamer not long ago. He wanted to aslc
after his wife that used to be, but he
didn't quite dare.
His assistant was stewardess on the
same boat They say she made It rather
unpleasant for him at times, first with
her savage Jealousy, and then with her
almost equally savage flirtations. Some
how I couldn't feel so very sorry for him.
Trier was the wan who wanted to
study in Paris, "symbolic art." he fan
cied; but his father's just a grocer and
not so very rich, and oh, so very unsym
pathetic, so he went to visit a school
friend and married the school frlend'n
slsttTr-a klndfy, elderly person, who was
so grateful to him for making love to her
that she lent him her allowance for five
fool, and the lessons that life taught him
were not pleasant ones. 80 he shot him
self like the young doctor out west and
when his elderly wife came to got his
body, she said the reason his pictures
were never hung at tho academy was be
cause there was a clique against him,
Jealous they were, all of the clique, and
the symbolist's queer friends had so much
that was decent about them that they
agreed with her and hid the ploturss of
the girl he had gone mad about, and
helped her get tier husband's body home
in decent peace.
Never much of a success these men
who borrow from women, are they? At
least not for the women from whom they
borrow.
What Is It about a man that makes
hUn dislike the woman who does too much
for him? Have you ever, seen a man
really in love with his rich wife If ho
himself Is poor? Did you ever know a
man to be grateful to a woman who be
littled him by helping him too much?
Self-respect, courage, pride take these
things away from a man, though you do
It with a kiss and ho'll hate you, for It,
as if you offered him cold poison.
"Who In the child the mother loves-the
bestl The one most dependent upon her.
Who Is tho woman a man loves most
faithfully? Tho woman who demands
the most from him and what a glorious
thing for humanity It Is that It Is bo.
Poor, foolish young ma'n you who died
out west tho other day because you had
borrowed money and faith and confidence
and love and could not repay It when
the time came you are Just one of a
type, I am afraid. Isn't it fortunate there
are so few of you after all? '
Women of the Future
By CLARICE YAINK.
Tho question.- "Where are you going
to?" which a popular novelist recently
asked In the title of her new book. Is
being asked now of the female sex, not
only by men "quiet" or otherwlse-but
by a large proportion of women them
selves. What are we tending to become,
and what. Is the goal to which all this
developing of their capabilities a de
velopment which has been, perhaps, tho
most extraordinary feature of the last
decade Is helping women to attain? The
question' Is eminently perplexing, and
there are perhaps aa many different an
swers to it as there are different people.
In the world.
On one point, howevor, there seems tp
be comparative unanimity. Women un
questionably get a "better time" now
than their mothers or grandmothers did;
they have more opportunities of educa
tion; fewer restrictions;- the possibility
of leading healthier lives and widely In
creased opportunities of earning their
own living. One result of this Increase
of liberty Is an astonishing alteration In
physique. While the men of the race
tend' to grow smaller and weaker, the
women are growing taller and more pow
erful. This Is a phenomenon which the
most ardent feminist must view with
some dismay, or at all events with mixed
feelings. One practical result of It may
been retrogression In dlsgdtse, au 1 old
fashioned people might be led to suppose.
In connection with this "progress," It
must be added that there Is certainly one
point on which old-fashioned people will
be Inclined to stick to their Runs, and
that is on the power wielded by the sex
today compared with yesterday and the
day before. In these days when women
are active on boards of guardians and
havo brought about a state of things
which sdoner or later sooner, If wise
counsels prevail will necessitate - their
being enfranchised, there are many -who
feel that the influence of the gentler sex
has never at any period In modern his
tory been so negligible. This Is a hard
saying, and I merely quote It for what It
may bo worth, a a belief which s
widely held today. , Those who hold this'
view affirm that It is impossible to get
round the facL-that nature has ordained
that In tho human partnership man must
bo the executive. Consequently when
women exercise a paramount Influence
over their men-folk they in the true
sense of the word ruled the roost. Tu
ue the trite phrase, "the hand that
rocked the cradle ruled the world." All
this haa certainly disappeared. It Is the
aim of the woman of today to attain, her
ends by crude force, by warfareand by
an exercise of right rather than per
suasion. The result of this (so many
people hold) Is that even though women
Whatever Is Is Best
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By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
(Copprlght, 191S, by Amerlcan-Journal-Kxamlner.i
I know as my life grows older,
And mine eyes havo clearer sight
That under each rank wrong, somewhere
There lies the root of Right;
That each sorrow has Its purpose,
By the sorrowing oft unguessed,
Bu as sure as tho sun brings morning,
Whatever is is best.
I know that 'each sinful action,
As sure as the night brings shade,
Is somewhore, sometime, punished,
Tho', the hour be long delayed.
I know that the soul is aided
1 Sometimes by tho heart's unrest,
And to grow means ofton to suffer 1 "
But whatever Is is best.
I know there are no errors
In the great eternal plan, .
And all things work together
For the final good of man.
And I know when my soul speeds onward, .
In Its grand eternal quest, ' .
I shall say, as I look back earthward,
Whatever is Is best.
The Head Waitress
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Freedom of the Press
ny REV, THOMAS B. GRKGORV.
be found In the fact that marriages are R ne voie nnu every umer political
on the decrease. The stalwart, self-re- I Privilege, their Influence In the world will
ii.nt......mlnr vounir women of the i decrease because their moral Influence
moment Is at a disadvantage when ap
plying for protective affection of a di
minutive male. The male thinks he is
better out of It. In any case. it. Is an
over the opinions and conduct, of men will
have vanished altogether the nemesis of
that law of compensations which says
that one cannot have a thing both ways.
outstanding fact which cannot be Ignored 1 For myself, I cannot say that I am
In any estlmfcte tt the woman of today
or any forecast of the woman of tomor
row, that marrlags-as an institution has
decreased in popularity proportionately
With the. Increase pf female "aggressive
ness" and self-reliance. On national
grounds this must be deplored: but no
much alarmed by the horrified warnings
of tha conservative, nor greatly im
pressed by the Klowlng promises of the
pformero. I believe that the times we
live In will eventually produce the type
best sultod to them, and that the partic
ular virtues and qualities which have
doubt there are many arguments which I distinguished women throughout the ages
would be brought forward to show that I will continue, whitever happens, to be
luxuriant and you appear years youngcoj He studied-very hard from life poor j progress"' In this respect has not rtally ibelr glory and treasure.
Milton's "AreopagUlca" was given to
the world two hundred and sixty-nine
year ago, August 28, ISM.
Not one In a thousand of the readers
of this newspaper or of any other news
paper, haa read the
Arcopaglta, or even
seen It any more
than he has seen
the force of grav
ity, or the elec
trical energy that la
working such mir
acles In this age
of ours. Ilut, like
the tnvlsable pow
ers of nature, the
work of the great
Latin secreta:y of
the Old Protector
has been serving
the purpose for which it was written.
The Parliament of 1MJ, under the
dominance of the champions of tyranny,
had passed an ordinance against the lib
erty of printing, and with a sublime
fearlessness Milton challenged them to
battle. His challenge was this same
Arcopagltlca, which made them sit up
and think, and which convinced them
that there was at least one man in
Bngland who loved Intellectual liberty
and understood perfectly well how to
defet.d it
In sentences that are like the hlnstt
of a. trumpet Milton protested against
the Infamous attempt to throttle the free
doTtfof the press. He would have no op
prerslon of the printers, no gag put upon
their desire to spread abroad among men
the thoughts of the mind.
Foreseeing the future, and exulting In
Its happy deliverance from every form ol
mental tyranny tho era In which every
one should be perfectly free to think
and perfectly free, also, to put hit
thoughts Into print Milton did what lit
could to belp the good time along.
Likening truth unto the eagle, which
In its royal might scatters the "timorous
birds that lovo the twilight," he excori
atoJ the unrighteous attempt at shackling
the press and predicted the time when
a free and enlightened press would be
the salvation and glory of humanity.
All England was forced to listen to hit
glorious plea for free printing, and for
two and a half centuries the echoes of
his, noble appeal have sounded and re
sounded In British care and In the ear
of all men.
Wherever floats the British flag today
there, under its protecting folds Is to be
found the mental hospltallty-rthe largt
freedom of thought and expression wntch
dates back to Milton's great plea which
was given to the word on that 2Sth day
of August, 1644.
Advice tq the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
Crrtnluty Not.
Dear Miss Fa'rfax: I am a young man
K years old and am deeply In love with
a young girl IT years old. and I know my
love Is returned. I am earning a good
salary and have no bad habits. I have
usked this girl to marry me and sh has
accepted, but do you think the dlfft,enct.
In our age la too greaiT a. w. n.
Vou are not a day too old for her.
There Is Just enough difference to make
you more eons derate of her and to give
her a greater respect for you.
By HANK.
"Where's Mr. Flakes?" asked The
Steady Customer of tho Head. Waitress
In the Cafe d'Knfant as he noticed the
absence of tho genial manager.
"He's on his vacation," she replied.
"Pretty soft for somo guys. 'Ton Just
come back from yours, didn't you?"
'Yes, Louise," said The Steady Cus
tomer. "For ono beautiful week I trav-
eled on the water In a motor boat with)
my friend Jimmy."
i'Dld It always mote?" asked the Head
Waitress.
"Most always," replied The Steady
Customer. "Vou see. we had a good en
gineer on board. Tou needn't ask who
he was. Modesty -would prevent my re
plying." "Sure, you always did hate yours,"
said the Head Waitress. "I was in a
motor boat once myself. The engine be
haved as if It had chronic presumption,
and hesitated every now and then like
you do when you're figuring on whether
you can afford creamed chicken on toast
or browned hash. But say, all Joking
aside, you want to stop writing about
Mr, Flakes in the paper. Ono of the
bosses was speaking to him about it the
other day, and said it looked as If ho
was getting too familiar with the cus
tomers." "That's too bad said The Steady Cus
tomer, "If they had more managers like
Mr, Flakes they'd have to turn away
tho crowds. There's nothing that cheers
anyone up like walking Into a place like
I his and seeing somebody wearing a
genial expression. Why I often take an
extra piece of pie Just to be able to
exchange a few more cheerful words with
him. Who's the new manager?"
"That's Mr. Governor," said the Head
Waitress, "no's a very nice man, too.
That's one thing I like about Mrs. d'Kn
fant, she always picks out real gents for
managers. That's what I call havlns
persplcattlty."
"That's too much for mc." groaned
The Steady Customer. "I suppose you
mean perspicacity, but give me my
check, I feel faint."
"Louise Is getting too high brow for
me," said The Steady Customer to Marie,
the cashier. "She tried to say perspi
cacity Just now and even the beans
turned cold."
"Perspicacity in Indiana, where I come
from, is a very ordinary word," renlled
Marie loftily. "Very ordinary, I'm sur
prised at you. This way out."
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