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Tim BEE. OMAHA, MONDAY, JULY 6, 1914.
"A Thief in the Night"
By Nell Brinkley
Copyright, 1914, Intern'! News Service.
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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
.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
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
One of the great
est things Herbert
Spencer ever wrote
was an essay en
titled "The Law of
the ages there are
events that have
changed the his
tory of tho world.
on April , 1775,
when the British
marched out of
Concord and not
11 of them
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
Cato committed suicide on the eve of
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
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
This was the pivotal point for the
career of tho wonderful Rothschild
It was also a pivotal point for the
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
It was a pivotal point for these two
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
Two Charming Paris Styles
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
From the bolero line of tho girdle In front
falls a bunch of grapes In bowls of whlto Irish
Tho.net skirt Is gatherod simply at the waist
and Is puffod at the bottom by a small shapod
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
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
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
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
, 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
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
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
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
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. ' . '
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