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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 10, 1914)
13 rr- if-- Tie New Year SI The Engagement Ring By Nell Brinkley f ' ' 'Ccpyrlght. 1914, International Ne Service: -.J THE BEE: OMAHA, SATURDAY, JANUARY 10, 1914, A- By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. (Heprlntcd by permission 'rem Good Houaekeeplng Magazine for January. Copyright. 191J, by Good Housekeeping Magazine.) Across wldo seas or space, from .God's own bay, Straight to tho shores of earth it plowed its way, And came, full-rigged, to anchor In tho night Its sails lie clenn against tho morning light; And on tho bridge- old Captain Time is standing, 5 Proud of the brave now craft he. Is commanding. My heart runs docUward.- crying, "Ship ahoy! What cargo do you carry :pain or Joy? Before tho crow of Days shall come ashore, ' , Bearing each ono .his portion' of your etore4- Tell mo what things are hidden in your hold?" ' " There is no answor. Yet I do make bold To prophesy some things' Timo keeps for me In that great New Year 6hlp. First there will be Keen Winter mornings, when the sun and frost ' Wage bloodless battle, with tholr daggors crossed. The. wind will act as second for tho sun, Whllo trees stand steadfast for tho other one. Ah! such rare sport! There will be Spring's return, When in old. hearts young blood again will burn, And young buds deck old trees; whllo. in tho skies Vast dawns and sunsets startle and surprise A waking world to wonder. There will come Roses so beauteous they strike one. dumb, , (A perfect rose Is beauty's final word! ) While In their scent old memories are stirred Of other scenes and times. Then Autumn's brush Shall paint the earth before the final hush That means a dying year. Ah! Captain Time, You cannot cheat me of these gifts sublme (And countless others that I havo not told), Whatever else you bring me or withhold. Ella Wheeler Wilcox :on: The Henpecked (airl A Scolding, and Nagging Mother is the Greatest Han(dliap Her Daughter Can.. Have Eycry' Girl Should' Bel Given Some Liberty of Personal Action : : : Copyright, 10H, by Star Company. By ELLA WHEELEK WILCOX. "Why not write about tho henpecked bachelor girl?. "The girl w'hp Is trying to make a homo for her mother, who Is alone Jn the world. "Tho girl who cannot go home without expecting to be nagged and scold ed about something. "Tho girl who cannot have a beau -mother'objects. "Tho girl who cannot have com panymother ob jects to most of her acquaintances. -The girl who cannot be out ono night a week, but what Bhe I out every night.' The girl who Is not bad and It Is a wonder that sho Isn't-but on account of her home surroundings she stuys away from homo at night as long as she can; she prefers home to being forced out into company for which she cares rule. "The girl who would much rather have her mother her 'pal' than have to choose ono from among her girl friends. "The girl who works hard all day, hav ing worries a mother knows nothing of, nor could understand If she did know, save as a man; but who. when she gets home, is nagged and tagged, found fault with, scolded, in fact made miserable the minute she gets inside the door. "Talk about a henpecked husband the condition of the henpecked bachelor girl any better? v "Through it all she Is trylns to kenp herself clean and wholesome. Dut will aho succeed? "She can't go to the club the same as man; If she goes out she lays horaeir Nable to criticism. She can't get a d.vorce nor leave home, run away; she Is too honorable for that. Isn't the condl flnn awful? What will the end bo? Think It over, .my friend, and see If the subject not deserve an article from your which mav nosslblv como Under observation of some of these girls. Mothers who do not realize what they are doing and In what danger they are placing their daughters, for a mother would not deliberately send her girl to the bad she. just does not think that is alt, and possibly you can help her to think. There ar doubtless many, girls in the same plight us myself, and a word from an outfl disinterested person m'ght help out matters a'whole lot." T!vt iX.UlSTItESS. The young woman who wrote the,' above letter was not conscious that she had written the very article she desired should . uluinn. fir o- ' e n It Is, and realiy .needs no" comments. does hand. the Dut much moro can be sa'.d on tho sub ject of unwise mothers. The really wise, the really unselfish, tho reajly tender and .blgbralned and hearted mother Is an unusual being to encounter. There are mothers who love to slave for their children. . , They love to yalt upon, them, to deny themselves nccet allies, to suffer for them. This mother Is iiatlally ca'.lcd a good, devoted mother, but she rears a brood of self sh. Inconsiderate children, who make bad wives and husbands. And, of course, they aro ungrateful and unsatis factory sons and daughters, because only their most selfish Instincts have been catered to. There Is tho mother who loves her chil dren so devotedly that she Is jealous of all their friends, and later Is jealous of their wives and husbands, and destroys their happiness by being the proverbial mother-in-law. There is the disorderly mother, who neglects to teach her children the foiinda t'pn of all tho other virtues, order, heav en's first law. Confusion and disorder reign in the home of such a mother and In the minds of those she brings up. The time spent in hunting for lost objects in such a home would mske one conversant with all lang guages, If spent in study.' There Is the other type of mother, so orderly that no comfort la found In her presence. "When sho Is not picking up after her family or corrtrtlng the members of her household for their disorder, she Is lying In a darkened room with a nervous head ache, which she says Is caused by her In considerate family. Then there is tho nagging mother, so well described by the letter given above. A type, not a mere individual case. A numerous type. Mothers of small children are frequently tender, devoted, unselfish and Ideal, but tho mother of children who grow up and develop a distinct individuality, and who know how to deal with these distinct In dividualities, are rare Indeed. The mother who sees her own features reflected In a small daughter Is oftlmes amazed when she sees that daughter growing Into a type of woman wholly un like herself; a woman w.th different tastes, Ideas and temperament. She does not know what to do with her; how to adapt herself to the situa tion. it is seldom she !s bread enough to real's that her ch Id must bo dealt with according to her own nature and tenden cies and not according to the mother's. Just as a fern In a garden requires dif ferent treatment and a different location frbm a, carnation or' rose. Mothers should study their children as thd horticulturist studies plants, and help (each, child to grow according to Its own tendencies. It may be repeated as a Onal clause what has been said many, many times be fore In this column: The greatest need in ti e world today s a school for good, ' ae parentage. And inside was engraved, Interlinked with one anothor as the lovers wero them selves, -the names of. tho man and hismald. And; too, thero was tho day of tho 'year .that all this raarrol happened, when he put In the old,, old plea,- "I love you doi .1. vu ? '- ' '-, ... .- r..M' you lovo me?'1 and Bhe put up her faco tq' his and whlspored back; "I'do'ldve'you." And' with th At, all tho little Dannys and their sweethearts oponod their mouths and sang like, everything.- , , , i -"" if Photographing a Shell A Wonderful Experiment Con ; ducted atF6rtresa Monroe '; ff" Hunting a Husband 1. As the hi (ell wn leaving the muzzle of the mor tar; Uits deadly "amoko ring," completely ob scuring tho projectile. 8. Akin to that which stripped the feathers from a luckless se-glill; a "smoko riiiR" as usually seen, by the eye. A phase of one of the deadly "hniolio rings,' I 4. Talicn lit one-flvc-thousnnrith of a second; a which guuuerti claim aro ns hard cs steel, a projectile traveling at the rate of 800 miles an "esiclie rLns" mushroomlnc hour. . , My CONSTANCK CLARKE, l.nst Saturday Hess Olds asked me to spend a week end In the country. She was going' to entertain a club that sho belonged to, and sho vowed eternal hatrod If I didn't put In an appearance. To tell the truth, I didn't know whether to go or not. Jack hud Just come home for tho holidays, and I was planning on having lots of fun with him. And then, besides,- I-had been invited to a New Year's ball given by a certain medical association, and I was longing to see Dr. Hammond In a dress suit. So no wonder I weighed pros and cons before starting, but I finally doclded to go. Jack took me to the station and put mo on tho tra!n, and when he got out lie told me I looked like a picture out of a fashion magazine, I looked appre ciatively In the glass at myself an the train started, and then blushed furiously as I met the amused eyes of a very good looking man opposite. Then I rosted the tips of my patent leather shoes on my new traveling bag, bought a magazine ntid promptly becamo engrossed In a thrilllnz story, "Campbell Hall, change for the Wall kill Valley railroad," shouted the con ductor opening the door and letting In a draft of cold nlr. I looked up ab sently, nestled a little closer In my furs, and then went bock to my story, ob lou of the fact that I was even on a train, until about five minutes later, when wo were once more on our way. mil I awoko to the fact that some one nns tapping me on tho shoulder. "Aren't you going to Forestvllle, miss?" raid the conductor, "If you are ' you should have changed cars back there, 1 thought you knew about It." "Why, why," I gasped. "I believe Bcse did say something about changing. What had I better do about It?" It was getting dark and I had wild Ideas about not being able to reach Forestvllle that night. Country hotels flashed across my mind, and I was almost desperate. "I don't know what you can do," said the conductor. "I could let you off at the next station, and you could get n train back to Campbell Hall Inside of on hour, but thero's no other train on the Wallklll Valley, so that wouldn't do any good." "Perhaps I can he of soma assistance." said tho good-looking man across th way, He had evidently been taking In th conversatlpn with much relish, and knew I was completely helpless in the matter, but t glared at ilm nevertheless. "I'm getting off at the next station and can 'rlve vou over to Forestvllle In my car. It Isn't more than fifteen miles across country, and as for credentials," he smiled, "perhans we know some of the same people In Forestvllle" The conductor looked at me espec . 1 1 . . . . . . . miuiYr nun everyone else in the car seemed to be.' aid eyes and ears. I looked around helplessly, and then ba'ck at the good looking man. , Clearly something had to be done quickly. "I don't know what else to do," I blurted out. "I won't cry." I said to my self furiously And the next minute the whistle blew and I was being uncer. monlously bundled out of tha Pullman frith tho good-looking man in possession of my coat and,bag. It was dark by this time and tehlblj , cold, but thero were lights shining forth from the friendly little station, and the warmth of tho cheery 'little stove war very comforting. "Do you mind waiting here while I go up to the garage?" asked tho stranger. "I won't be a minute." I wan beginning to consider this after all a thrilling adventure, so I smiled, up Into- a pair of wicked dark eyes, and said, "Nd." but please don't be' lonr." Ten minutes later1, muffled up In furs, I was on my way to Forestvllle In the best loklng little Stutz racer. The man be- sido, me was. not very talkative. I looked at him from under my lashes aa .we. sped along, and decided that ha was. about 35, tall, dark, and with straight, almost htem features. Suddenly as It he' knew I was taking him In, he turned and said: "Who Is expecting you in ForestvllleJ" "Dees Olds, do you know her by a"ny chance?" I said eagerly. "Yes, Indeed, I know her. Isn't she en-, tertalnlng tha Alco club tonight? I knqw nearly all tho people In that. And so you, were afraid you'd miss the party?" "Not that," I answered, "but you see I didn't know what to do. And then you came along ,and-why, I never can thank you enough." "Don't try," he said shortly. "Look there's Forestvllle right ahead of us, we'll be thero In five minutes. By the way, what was the name of that story you were reading on tho train? Must havo been interesting." t "I knew I acted like . a perfect baby,1" I said meekly. "You really needn't tell me so. I can't see why you took so mutik trouble for mo. either." He looked at me rather auspicious' with those, wicked eyes, and then aal deliberately, "I simply lived up to mj creed, which is entirely selfish. I wante ' to speak to you, you had to go to Forest llle, so I jvlllod two birds with on stone." We dashed up the main street a Foiostvllle and on around the corner ) tc the Olds' big place, and then stopped I remember how the motor throbbed, an( I remember that I said. "Thank you, anyway. I hope you are not dtaap. .toltited about the second bird.1' "I Just missed the second bird," ht said curtly, "so I can't tll about btlnl disappointed." "Better luck next time," I said dan Ingly, although I really didn't understand what he meont and then I fled. "I don't see who It could possibly be1 said Bess a little later, for the hundredth time, more or less, while I demolished crab salad with a sublime disregard foj my digestive apparatus. "I don't know anyone answerjng the description and I don't even recognize the car. I don't believe you'll ever seo him again any. way, but I nover know of such luck, as you had through the whole thing." . - "But I know Ml seo him again! I dotfl know why I'm so sure about It, bU I am. I wonder what he meant aboUl the second bird, I wonder, Peggy, lfyoi" could ever go anywhere without havlng an adveuture?" . 6 . " t - tf- iT"