TUB WVX: OMAHA. FIMIUY. .TNT. 4, 111 e fje es Mo mm e Ma ... r M f V Why By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. "The leg of the stork are. Ion, the logs of the duck are short:' you rannnt make the legs of the stork short, neither an you make the leas of the duck lon Why worry?" s,ys the Chinese philoso pher. The world is not at all aa moat of us would have It. In suinmrr we who work In groat cities must face long stretches of hot days when we drag through our toll in sweltering discomfort. But what do we accomplish If when the first hot day of July arrives we begin to worry lest this be the beginning of a "hot pell?" Neither heat nor cold is any the easier to bear because we worry about our ability to bear it. Do you know why an aching tooth troubles you most at night? During the day your tooth has ached a bit, but you have been busy about your tasks and have bad little time to spend in consider In the pain, or If you did consider it at all It was to dismiss It with the Idea that If It got unbearable you could run In at your dentist's office for a minute and seek relief. At flight how different the case of your tooth versus you! You lie down in fear lest It begin to ache and thus cause you Buffering. Tou worry yourself Into a state of weak rerepttveness, where pain and Jangled nerves may have full sway. Tou Imagine how dreadful the pain will be when it comes. All worry has aa poisonous an effect aa ,thisl Never was there wiser motto than thla one. popular a few yean ago: "I have had many troubles in my life and moat Of them never happened." Troubles are always worse In ant1dpa tion thin in fact. Sorrow, suffering, pov erty, ahame any evil that befalls you can be endured when the time cornea for faclnr It. Strength is found for facing reality or else one goes under and la finished! But for the waste and wear and leaf and silly foolishness of tilting at shadows, there la no remedy except Just to atop. Worry brings trouble nearer, makes It happen sooner, clouds hours that might wel) have been aun filled, weakens the power of enduring when real trouble ar rives. Worry nets you no gain, gets you no power! There Js never an' antidote for worry in action of a useless sort. It never sanely works out methods of avoid ing evil". It Is Just flustered fright that cannot take proper precautions to prevent harmful happening. " ' Why worry? There are many things In life that cannot be changed and 'that must be endured. Winter la bound to have Bead It Here See nmovutiuit EARLE WILLIAMS aa Tommy Barclay ANITA STEWART ' m The (toddse ' Written by Gouverneur Mom's (Oae ef toe Koit JToteble rig. ' area ta American Ultra tort) Dramatised Into a Photo-Play by OBJLMXOm W. OOOSAB9. Author of The Perils of Pauline" Til Bxplolia of Elaine" , (Cepyright, 1915, Dy Btar Company.) Copyright, 1915. by The Star Co. All ITor eiga Kiihts lleserved. g mops is f FroTloaa Chapter. After the traglo death of John Ames bury his prostrated wife, one of Ameri cas greatest beauties, dies. At her dVath J'rof. Stilllter, an agent of the intercuts, kidnapa the beautiful t-year-old baby girl and brings her up in a paradise where ahe aeea no man, but thinks aha ia taught by angela, who instruct her for her mis sion to reform the world. At -the age of It ahe ia auddenly thrust Into the world where asenta of the Interesla are ready to pretend to find her. The one to feel the lose of the little Ameabury girl most after she had been spirited away by the interests aa Tommy. In a few days, however, he found himself living amid luxurious sur roundings aa the adopted eon of Mr. Bar clay. Time In Ita flight bringa manhood to Tommy and great expectations to Bar clay, who has planned to have T jmmy marry into wealth. But Tommy'a lack of interest In Barclay's businesa affairs change matters. Barclay meets with success In breaking up the match he had really planned. Turned down by the girl Tommy goea to the Adlrondacks to forget the affair. While there he meeta by acci dent Celeatia. i TWKD ETISODE. He returned in ten minutes, paddling quietly', and' found Celeslta playing with the aand aa if she had been a little child. Her eyea were bright with animation, and she had rotten sand on her forehead and In her hair. Perceiving Tommy, she tossed a double handful of sand into the air, and aa the sunlight caught the myriads of bright surfaces, she said: "What ia it? Oh. what ia It?" "Sand," said Tommy. "Sand," cried Celeatia. ' ' .- -m,.,.,.v ... t -.,-- - r "Didn't you ever play In the aand when hi, heels, f med and lighted hla pipe, and ' you were littler' closed his eyes sS if In deep thought. I used to play with diamonds and Stilllter began to show signs of lmpa rubiea." aald Celestla. "Oh, but thla is tlence. but one of the guides aald: wonderful. See, you csn write In it and -Better leave him alone; he's got a: draw pictures. Look. I am making the hunch, likely as not " ' 1 man Stllliter. j Sot until he had finished hie pipe did I And. Indeed, with her fore-finger for old Wan m-lk-go xl give any algns of pencil, ahe made an excellent caricature a hat had been rolng on In hla head, of hl"- j W hen he rose to his feet, he said simply. "Who taught you to do that, Celestla?" , "Ve find tint joon," and started off In "An angel," she said, aitnply. ! the dlie. ticn of the lake. "Well," bald Tommy, "I've heard of I Fifteen rrlnutes later he knelt aud people who could oris like angels but denlv and appeared to bury his long, oh. Celestla, aren't you a little tired of hooked noso in tha ground- He roe Playing this heavenly oilfc-lti business on sfu- a moment's snlfllng and said: "Me me? I don't take any sum k in It." i got um, sure." Then he ordered one of She looked at him with a sudden grave the guides to remain behind with the wonder. 'idogs.1 ' "When I tell you that I come front! And then he went forward, pretending heaven, you don't believe me?" I to follow a txaij. pointing to marks which "Why, Celestla." he said, meeting herth other couldn't see, for the simple gase with ecUal gravity, "you're Just a fact that they didn't 'exist, listening, pre regular girl. Why there's blood on your lending to hear sounds that couldn't be cheek, where a deer fly has bitten heard, sniffling, kneeling, and poking hla ou" long nose into the ground. Onie bo "Vou've got to believe ine," she said, poked it into a ground hornet's nest. Worry billiards; summer Is sure to have scorching sunshine, but against facta ef climate and natural phenomena, against strong physical reactions and fatigue1 and pain and hunger and thirst, worry will not avail you. ' ' ' Suppose you have not been sleeping well; suppose you have an" tincom'fort- able habit of bluahlng, suppose you are tongue-tied in company: none of (hese things (or others even more annoying) will -work on you any great harm. fen have lived to be. 80 and have been sound and urtlve in spite of not sleeping four houre a rilght on an 'average for thirty years. 1 People who blush or are tongue-tied and awkward in company often win friends through their Very simplicity and shy sweetness. ' " 1 I know a man who for ten years was "merchant prince." 'During all that time ha made himself miserable' worry Ing about the possibility that he "might starve In a garret" some day. Recently he met with financial ruin. His worry ing had net Impelled him to take pre cautions or save for "a rainy day." But his worrying had clouded the ten years that might have been happy. ' 1 ' W Why worry! There la no force for good in worry; no Impulse to ward off evil; no strength to .combat danger. Worry makes nerves and wrinkjee; It is the traitor who opens the citadel of your personality to avtl; it weara you out an ticipating suffering, so that you are not strong to combat it If come it should; it creates an atmosphere In which calamity flourishes. . When you have trouble that . can be met by action or warded off by ' fore- atght, by alt means act and plan. When you suspect or ' Imagine . an unpleasant possibility why-breed over It untWyou have manufactured you own little "old man of tha sea'" to carry a e a burden? When you face facts of 'nature,' of society, of your .own personality, ' why worry about the way they art going tu work but? .:,. If you coma ever to some swift current over which there la no bridge perhaps you can' turn and go some other way. If not there may be a ferry to carry you over or perhaps you will find you can swim or even ford the waters. The evil you -can Imagine the way out you may not bo clever enough to conceive. Why worry? . i - '""The legs of the atork are long; the legs of the duck are short. Tou Cannot make the legs of the atork ahort; neither can you make the legs of the duck long. Why worry? 1 ' ' . ' It at he Movies. and. It seemed to Tommy aha waa tryiag to piaster him with, her eye. ' "What are you try Ing to do to me?" he said. ''Hypnotise me?". And then he laughed, and looked ao brown and handsome and good natured that Celestla had to smte at him. " "Now, Celestla," he saldf'-rm ftolnf to I take you for a' poa( rl)e. But you've got to alt atUI-mlghty still. Tou pretend that ! you're back in heaven Jtateniag to Israel, 'accompanied by ' Spheres." ' '. ! But she spoke wth a audden sternness ; that made him very uncomfortable. I "la there nd' reverence 'leYt 'oh earth? No fafth? It'a high time that 1 came."' He helped 'her Into" "the dugout, hla eyes on the back of her head, enamored with the way her dark, strong hair tnet; her straight, white neck, ' end aa hej paddled he kept saying, "Who the deuce la she, and what the deuce la she? ' And to these questions he could not find any answers that were altogether satis factory. Just as they were landing en the Island there came to them once more', faintly, and from far-off the baying1 of the bloodhounde. ' Celestla gave Tommy a look full ef anxloua appeal. "Don't be afraid," he aald. 'They are milea and miles from here." So the7 were. All or them. Stllliter, the guides, the hounds, and the Indian who rejoiced in the name of Old Man Smells-good, which. If It referred to any thing about him except hla ability to follow a trail waa an inappropriate name. They were all there, several f iles away; but Old Man Smells-good waa -in the head of an exceedingly tall pine, which over topped' the rest of the forest, and from which the view waa exceedingly fine an.t expansive. Old Man Bmells-good had a pair of eyes that resembled a pair of teleecopes. He could aee anything that waa In tight. ' "See anything?" Stilllter called up to the Indian. ' "No see a damn thing" answered the Indian without ' changing hla expreaaion. As a matter of fact, by miracle of optics, he had just Jiscoered Tommy helping Celestia ashore on the island. Smells-good dismounted the tree and stood shaking hla head. "No e any damn thing." he aald. "Dog no good. Smella-good he think a little. Think up where um moe likely to go." The rid fakir. lie seated himself upon "Old FlamesP v I A. IN tf.W f e H It 1 1 x s 1 - ?i -.iilt Pi 0k " ; V IS l si S I I - P f - ' . . a . 1 a .la- .. - VLaV .,'' ! . W vmams. mpr"w .... ..a.. WW WAI There In (he sliver (lame of (he candle I see, night after night tny "old flames." ' Tb man with he frosty, rap to his hair and tho Subtle Utte shadows of the years that pile up falling on his face, smiled over his pipe and named them oft for me. "Sure, enough, a chap who's lived ' as long as I Is beginning to see faces' In things." And I shall tell you No. l.w The man, with his mind gone gladly hack, traveling a familiar road with feet that gratefully trod the road called boy-lane again, drew hard on bis pipe, and I know It was to curb th ache of tears In his throat and brows. He lifted bis eyes and they glittered wet. " "It was my mother. My. little mother She was my first love. I adored ber with all my tiny boy heart. I was 3 when she died. Though I lost ber so long ago I have the deep darkness and kindness of her eyes the drifting away Jn' the toss ing boat of ber arms as she swung In a rocking chair that I possess (it Is still fed still has little ugly yellow flowers painted on It though ahe is gone) the memoir that her hair was brown aa a chestnut burr and silky and lnff long as the time from oae Christmas to the other (and any boy knows how long that Is), the golden shine of the plain band-ring on ber finger as turned and twisted It with idle hands and the songs she" used to sing! The gongs she sang . "Little Mother with the golden voice' and the arms that were my drifting sea, with the velvet cheeks and the deep eyes above which the brows sprang like little brown feath ers little mother who vanished away ao quickly and left your gay, young fare painted a picture on your boy's beart I would give all meniorieg of the loves that fol lowed all tbe realities of them the hope of them if I and hal a narrow and undlgniflel c si a pa from being badly stung . . He led them to the shores of the Iske. and pointed quietly across at the island. Even Stilllter could n a pals column ef smoke coming from among the trees. "Blmeby, swim over.' said Old Man Smellsgood, for fi. fetch dug-out- get ter wait till dark." And they Halted fill dark. Then O'd Man Smelte-tfood, having been definitely promised an extra tZ for the wetting. Stepped forth strk naked, except for a newlv filled pipe, and slipped quietly Into the lake. IT Ue Cvuinueo Tomorrow.) I 1 k k I r T No. 1His Mother Copyright, llA, lntem'1 Newa Service. NiA', . .f k jsa . - anaasaBBBBsr - e s'1 r, - u N n ri t . .7 . - v. J in Hi " . .. IS Jr tl" at if..".: 5' t Hit... n ft, ( rx.N ' .'iVi.it ' . H(m ' ;'T"1 " 7a 1 ...- AM cou)d be back below the bending light of your face and bear you singing again, 'Sail on, Silver-Moon!' And I cannotf "" ' "That was my first Love tbe first of my 'Old Flames' Mother o' mine. "i NELL BRINKLEY. ' "' ' . - is not a vacation if she has meals in a Summer home.'' A a kitchen whether m the mountains, on the sea-shore, or in the city. Star II 111 By Nell Brinkley 1 -'inn. "Ijt i. - 3r W ) . 7 A V Ar w Our kitchen is your when you loiow , i ecta We do the baking for you in our two million dollar kitchen and its real whole wheat breadr-al! tha rich, body building, muscle? making elements in the whole wheat grain, eteam-cooked, shredded and baked in crisp, brown tasty little loaves. THere is " Sunimer strength and satisfaction in every shred. Eat them for brealcfast with milk or cream. Eat them for lunch with berries or other fruits. Tbe Shredded Wheat Company, Niagara Falls, N. Y. T A Story of Imperfect Hospitality By XCYUX CAIN I He all have arqualntancea ho pras j us to go and ass them, any time Just , when we like. But we rarely dd like, be I cause we fe-l that people who really ! wanted ta know us better would fl a meeting In the Immediate future. These vague Invltatlona, however kindly meant at tha time thrr are made, are not meant seriously two mlnuts after, wards. , At least, that la the Impression thev leave with ua. and we wonder whether these furious folks who dear lo aually with the possibility of Intimacy' with our selves treat all their acquaintances In a like .r.snner. 'If so, their hold upon'eoeel Intsrc.turse must be a feeble ens.' a Apparently they 'do r.ot consider eny on worth a moment's concentration. I't m It Is a mstter not of ceilcer.tra.tlrn but" of cake? "Cake"' requires explana tion, and v" thcrt muet be tranalated liberally. I remember, as a erffoef glif. , going with some gin friends in their linm. at the end of an afternoon walk. hmehow I took It for granted I ahouM be asked to tea; their mother ' had ear telnly given ma to understand that waa always welcome. "Come n when' you like, dear." ehe hedsalfl. " " ''' r that It waa with uneasiness, as wsll as disappointment, thst 1 perclve4 Vrafl ualfy ' that' no refreehmenta wee to 'be efferwd me. ' After1 few mlrtutee ot strained conversation, and trying- fit r lor.R aa if. the handa ef the tloek rare l "lea ttme." I ma nada tny departure," '"tu k laJck- ot hopflalt in a aleJ both bv the kindly' woman, and the JreuhletJ "faeee ol my rrjends. Tre younger ' one m me Into th t ""Oh, we i're sorry yeu didn't atop t tea." she aald Impulsively. '"And U'V so' silly 'of mother; 1 Just bseause th'er assn't any eake:rt"' " '"' '"'' "or the moment I could hardly believe my "'ears. It ecemed 'aovrldeuloua"that anyone should heve minded offerlne,,"i hungry glrj tf year bread ahd butter j i. i.i' .. : .. w- ..Y and 1" ' Here la a woeful leek of atpnerity and with pleasure to the thought of a eertaln dear tH Jady, who fives' In two ronms. ) decidedly poof, an$ neither ehteftiln nor' la ontertalnad In the- eoriaf eense of er Ihe word. She usually is t hornV'-hnd I always feel JieTfectly free o run bp the flight of atalre leading to her pretty fitting room, knock "at her' oorJ and aay jn - the most 1 bare-feoed fa'ehK;-8"My dear Miiej ' Brown," I've ceme' ittf- for tup ortei."-"- . .'i.-J.x And riisw gladly she give It me, and what a good eup of 'tea tf (tjwaya la! v"eke? '70 there la not gny oake,' unlesa you have sent a 'link to say yeu were eeml ng. ' But here dalntfljr cut trKad'and huttef gntf'Treiflle- chlnr there Hm 'a "oemfy' chair" to 'alt Wr. and1. 'byc4 everything, there le a wetedtne. a 'eotei sincere, " unostnntatloua ' wle. Of touree, I wight have gene' Inte a tea shop. But ' any woman who ayenda a treat deal of her time as J do In "fettinf boul'f and Vnows the uneesinees reul- tnt upon constant ooiit act rlth "srai'rTS, ill understand why I prefer Joaopt Aear ' nrown'" standing, but not fdle," invitation, V drdp In' Inst whe'r like. ' " 1 ' l- ' vv" ' to cook kitchen kitchen