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8 Tim BEE. OMAHA, MONDAY, JULY 6, 1914. 3 "A Thief in the Night" By Nell Brinkley Copyright, 1914, Intern'! News Service. is.- i flgM Opportunity By Elbert Hubbard t By KLBKRT HUBBARD The gratest sonnet ever written by an American U tho one entitled "Opportun ity," by John J. Instills- Master of human destinies am I. i Fame, love and fortune on my footsteps wait. .Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate IJeserts and teas remote. And passing by lipvel and mart and palace, soon or late. X knock unbidden, onca at every gate. If sleeping, wake; If feasting, rise before I turn away; It ta the hour of Kate, And they who follow me reach every atate Mortals dealre, and conquer every foe Save Death, but those who doubt or heat tate. Condemned to failure, penury and woe, Seek me In vain and uselessly Implore; I answer not. and I return no more. Poetry must not be dissected, analyzed and put under the elide In the hope of finding In It exact and concreto truth. The value of poetry Ilea In Its suggestion, Inspiration, not In what It says, but In wheat It makes you think. The truth la, opportunity does not knock once on each man'a door It plays a regular tattoo continually, and because you miss one opportunity Is no reason you will not catch the next. One of the great est things Herbert Spencer ever wrote was an essay en titled "The Law of Pivotal Points." Down through the ages there are events that have changed the his tory of tho world. For instance, something happened on April , 1775, when the British marched out of Concord and not 11 of them marched back again. In the lives of Individuals there are pivouu points. We grow by leaps and bounds, by throes and throbs. There may be long stretches of fallow ume wnen seemingly nothing...! ac compusned. Suddenly, UhoMjwe take a Journey, we meet a pirsotTread a book, we hear a lecture. Loss comes to u in ir.e way of fire, disaster, death ad forever after we are different per Paul, going down to Damascus to Per secute the Christians, was stricken with blindness, and when he recovered sight ho saw- things ho had never seen before. It waa a pivotal point in the career of Paulalso a pivotal volnt In tho history of the' world. A few months ago the papers were full of. news from Portugal. Revolution was rife, and the leader of this revolution, feeling positive that the tide had turned against him, committed suicide, when, lot Instead of disaster, -victory was pound ing on the gates, and his colleagues and comrades swept on over his dead body to the success which their leader had not foreseen, Cato committed suicide on the eve of victory. Over and over again we find men ready to give up at the pivotal point when, If they had Just kept on one day longer, op portunity would have burst In the door. On June IK, 1815, across the battlefield of Waterloo strode at leost two big men. One was an Irishman and the other a Jew. Indeed, whenever anything special Is happening you will always find an Irishman and a Jew around somewhere. The Irish aro psychic, but this time Arthur Wellesley, duke of Wellington, did not know whether he was beaten or not Nathan Ilothschlld heard the army of the allies singing as they built their camp fires. No French were In sight Young Itothschlld made a guess that the Irish man had won. lie pulled his saddle girth two holes tighter, mounted his horse and rode to tidewater, eighty mllesr before the .sun rose. lie gave a note to a man In a fast sailing sloop, who carried this note across the channel and gave It to a messenger waiting on the other side. This man sprang upon his horse, gal loped away and carried tho note to Lon don, Blxty mites. In four hours. The note was to the brothers of Roth schtld and contained three words, "'Buy English securities." They bought with all the money they had and all the money they could borrow. They stretched their credit until iC wan ready to explode. They bought at 40. The official post followed twenty-four hour latsr with the news thatf the Corslcan was In flight English securities doubled. This was the pivotal point for the career of tho wonderful Rothschild family. It was also a pivotal point for the human race. It was also a pivotal point In the career of Arthur Wellesley, the Irishman. It fixed his name In history for nil time. Somo years ago In San Francisco lived two clerks who had a talking match with their employer. One of these clerks was un Irishman, the other was a Jew. They gave ,the old man advice unasked for, ana ne very promptly and properly fired mciu uotn. It was a pivotal point for these two men. They went down I started a store, employing only Chinese memo. nemer they evolved pigtails I cannot say, out Doth of them learntd to talk In Chinese and had the epigrams of Confucius at their tongues' ends. They began to Import Chinese goods and sell them to American stores. Later thsy moved over to China, and they now practically control all Chinese importa tions. It was a pivotal point that made the fortunes of these young men a pivotal Point Idealized, realized and seized upon. Are .things going bad with you? Well, site them up, look them In the eye, and then right about face. It may be a Pivotal point in your career. Everybody Is "down" at times. The desirable thing Is not to let the mood become chronic. Then, when opportunity arrives, seize It, and slide, glide and dtp successward. Two Charming Paris Styles Fully Described by Olivette White net over white pongee makes this charming early summer model for the young girl's wear on tho left Tho blouse 1b a kimono with short sleeves that finish above tho elbow. Two shaped flounces are used to ornament tho bIoovo. The V-shaped detolletago Is outlined by a soft frill of Valenciennes lace. Wide ribbons of sailor blue and tango shades form a simulated bolero, which Is In truth nothing but a girdle. This has a huge finishing bow at tho back of the walat, and a small basque of tango chiffon cloth falls over the waist lino. A second basque of Valenciennes Is roundod at tho back. From the bolero line of tho girdle In front falls a bunch of grapes In bowls of whlto Irish lace. Tho.net skirt Is gatherod simply at the waist and Is puffod at the bottom by a small shapod flounce. Tho underskirt of white pongee opens In a deep V at the foot, whero the fullness of the net frilling shades the lino of the slit petticoat. This charming tea gown on tho right 1b evi dently Inspired by tho quaint costumeB of tho . Regency periods. It Is developed in blue and light green moire taffeta. Tho bodice is a kimono trimmed in a fichu of Valines lace, which falls In a deep point at tho hack, crosses in front and passes again to the buck, where It fastens. A huge tassel of green Bilk finishes a passementerie ornament and fallB from the shoulder. A circular flounce finishes tho elbow sleeve. Above the skirt there is a draped belt of taf feta. The skirt Itself ia drawn in at the back with a decided tightness about the knees, above which the material falls in a lengthened bustle effect. Two circular flounces trim the bottom of tho skirt with a decided upward slope at the back. Passementerie forms simulated pockets at tho back. OLIVETTE. The Bell Buoy By LILIAN LAUFERTV. . Oh many a maid as her boat skims by Clings close to her lover's side; "Aa the bell buoy peals to the far blue sky. .'Does ho chant for thbso who died?'. And every lad as he shortens sail ". Smiles if he love her well; '. "Tho buoy is bidding our -love AU.Hailj. To the tune of a wedding bell." .But still I chant and peal alone, . There on tho waters grim; I cannot laugh I dare not moan Tho the sea tear her from him. s Porhaps as for hor my voice a prayer Perhaps as a wedding bell; And he, who thought my message fair, . May find It ocean's knell. ( . i - And still I clang and call o nlghta: "Sailor, shoal is nigh!" .'" l' For I must sound to nesting lights ' Where hidden dangers lie. .i,'" ' Restless never ond ne'er at peace, - - My voice must ever swell With peal on peal that may not cease . IV dirge or woddlng The Thief of Love Good advice to a girl who that a married man loves her By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. "I am 22, and am very much in love wth a married man of 40. He does not love his wife, and says If I will marry him, he will divorce. his wife, I cannot live without him. What shall I doT BUR. This is one of many letters, all of the same purport, that lie before me. They are the saddest letters I am asked to read. The one hope ' In connection with many of them is this promise at the end of "Bessie's" letter: "Tell me what to do. I want to do right I promise to do Just as you say," Oh, all you little girls who love a man who has sworn at the altar "to love, honor and cherish" 'another woman "un til death us do part," won't you htop and promise your struggling little souls right now to do "Just as I say"? And I say: Root this thing out of your life absolutely and utterly now and for ever. There are three people concerned In this sad triangle of wandering love. Let us consider them one at & time. First tho wife. Ten or fifteen years ago she was young and pretty and caught the fickle fancy of the "light of love" man who now turns his attention to you. She gave him her youth, her energy, t.er love and made htm the focussing point of her hope and dreams. Do you dare walk to happiness If hap piness It would prove for more than a. fleeting moment over the corpse of her love? , Taking your happiness over a dead body Isn't a pretty picture, is It? The thing y6u are planning to do is uglier and more hideous" than that It Is the murder of love and hope In another, woman's heart. If you ore selfish enough to be willing to do that you surely will consider vour own happiness carefully. Would you start across the ocean In a leaky boat that had once sunk In a little harbor voyage? Especially If It had an Incompetent captain? You laugh at the absurdity of this but It Is exactly what you are planning to do. The man who is letting his own "Ship of Matrimony sink Isn't a safe captain for your voyage. , Tho man who turns from the wife who has given him body, soul and spirit will turn from the girl who has only ono of these to give. Even If you are sure you have'the highest and best love to give, why risk It on a man who shows how little he appreciates such gift? If the wife who won him honorably can't hold him, how can you, who took him when he was In honor bound to another woman, hope to keep him loyal to you? Some day he will see a face that Is younger and fresher than yours and that has the mystery and charm of the un attainable. Then you will lose him ex actly as you gained him. And you will not have the consolation of the world's sympathy and comfort as had the wife from whom you stole him. Sneers and Jibes and cruel taunts will wait for the thief of love who was not a clever enough trickster to hold her stolen property. Not that he Is worth holding this man who managed somehow to falsely win the love of. two good women. For I' know that you are good women. All you little Sues and Bessles and Graces, who have been so grossly cheated Into thinking that base desire is love. And good women you must remain. Stop and consider the man for whom you are ready to risk so much. Even if he did marry you (and I sadly doubt If he means to) could you ever trust htm? Wouldn't you feel that his weakness and disloyalty were part of him -and a con stant menace to your happiness. Of course, you would, for your common sense must tell you that there is a quality of shame and falseness and deceit In the nature of a man who had made love to you when bound to another woman. You would be wearily and warily waiting for the inevitable day when he would tiro or you and go off on another dishonorable wooing. You would awake to the fact that this man didn't want, wasn't worth and couldn't understand a good woman's best: and all women want the man they love to call out the best In them. Save your best for the right prince who is surely coming. Don't behold him with burnt out fires of a dishonorable love In your heart and with the dlBgrace of that love shackling you to a "past" You want your future, little girl. In being a married man's sweetheart there Is a shameful present and a future of regret. Send your counterfeit lover back to his duty and watt for lasting happiness. For as surely as you sow in another woman's tears you shall reap a harvest of sorrow In your own bitter tsars. ' . ' Y