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By KLLA WHEELER WILCOX.
(Copyright, 1915, Star Company )
To build a house, with lova for architect,
Ranks first and foremost in the joys of life.
And in a tiny cabin, ahaped for two,
The space for happiness Is Just as great
As in a palace. What a world were this
If each Botfl born received a plot of (round:
A little plot, whereon a home night rise,
And beauteous green things grow!
We give the dead,
The idle vagrant dead, the Potter's Field;
Yet to. the living not one Inch of soil.
Nay. we take from them soil, and sun, and air
To fashion slums and hell-holes for the race.
And to our poor we say, "Go starve and die
As beggars die: so gain your heritage."
That was a most uncanny dream; I thought the wraiths of thope
Long burled in the Potter's Field, in shredded shrouds arose;
They said, "Against the will of God
We have usurped the fertile sod,
Now will we make it yield."
Oh: but it was a gruesome sight, to see those phantoms toil:
Each to his own small garden bent; each spaded up the soil;
(I never knew Ghosts labored so.)
Each scattered seed, and watched, till lo!
The Graves were opulent.
Then all among the fragrant greens, the silent, spectral train
Walked, as If breathing in the breath of plant, and flower, and grain.'
I ' fl never ktiew Ghosts loved such things; ,
I, Perchance it brought back early springs
Before they thought of death.)
"The mothers' milk for living babes; the earth for living hosts;
The clean flame for the un-souled dead." (Oh, strange the word
"If we had owned this little spot
In life, we need not He and rot
Here in a pauper's bed."
Wearing Mourning for the Dead
By DOROTHY DIX.
It Is reported that the women of the
foreign nations now at war with each
other have been requested by their
respective arwvernmeiiu ' not , to , put on
mourning tor the . ,
members of their
family whom Jhey
have loct-tft battle
because of the
that the eight of
would have upon
the public mind.
It Is recognized
that the spectacle
of a country full
of women dressed
in mourning, each
proclamlng by her
irarb the horrors
and the dangers
sorrow of war.,
would kill hope
and courage In the beholder and still
:hut 1 dark enough as It Is.
Let us hope that out of the hideous
wreck and ruin that la going on In
lCuropo at leaat this am all good shall be
accomplished that the wearing of
mourning for the dead will be forever
abolished. It Is a euetom that Is In-'
defensible from every point of view. It
is a gloomy superstition handed down
from the past, by which we are hag-
I ridden and that is at war with modern
faith and sentiment and taste and from
L which wa should have the courage to rid
To begin with, the wearing of mourning
Is either an unnecessary formality or a
Khastly mockery. Those who are really
bereaved by the death of some loved
one, for whom th. breaking of sume tie
jf affection has been the tragedy of
tragedies, need no black uniform to ad
vertise their sorrow.
Their grief Is written In the dullness
of the ces whoa brightness has been
washed away by unavailing- tears, in the
lines that Buttering has etched Indelibly
on their faces. No floating crepe veil
makes such an atmosphere of sorrow
about a' woman as does the presence of a
living sorrow In her heart.
I have heard people say that when a
woman lost her husband it was a pro
tection to her to dress In black, but the
wnman who Is really widowed In soul
has no need to put on the livery of sor
iow to set her apart from the gay, the
foolish and the flirtatious. The sanctity
of a great grief Is about her, and that
is something before which the dullest
and the stupidest and the most brutal
If the wearing of mourning" by those
wno really are heart-broken is meaning
Iocs, how sardonic the mockery of its as
sumption by those who do not grieve,
who. wear a crepe veil not to hide their
teers but their laughter. Why should
a woman clothe her body in mourning
when ' her soul Is rejoicing? How often
see women dressed in crepe at the
theater, at Jolly restaurant parties, at
teas and receptions, even dancing the fox
Understand me. ' I make no cult of
mourning. I see no virtue In unavailing
tears. I perceive nothing- but morbidneas
in nursing grief, and in shutting oneeelf
away from the sunshine, and the bright
ness of the world, because a shadow,
however dark, has come across one's
pathway. It ts cowardice to alt dowa
and whine forever ever a loss, no matter
How bitter it has bees.
But surely this la the aorme of bad
taste for those wbo have gone beok to
the geyetiee ef society to etlll wear the
Insignia of grief upon their baoks when
they have decked their faces out In
smiles Of enjoyment.
dimple human kindness, the brother
hood and sisterhood at sorrow, aleo for
bid the wearing ef mourning. There
are very few people in the world so for
' tunate as not to have lost some dear one.
They must go on with their own Uvea
even after life has ceased to seem worth
living, and to do this they have put out
of their minds, as soon as powitble, the
thought of their bereavement.
But every woman dreseed In mournlruy
is a living reminder to each of us of our
loss. She opens afresh the grave of
husband, or wife, child or parent, friend
or lover. At every atcp of her way he
Is a missionary jot sorrow,, and for this
mo ,n7 4 f ffr nn AtKr K'MMn hAiilfl 1
oeaae wearing mourning
The practical aspecte of the case are
equally convincing. Doctors will tell you
that the wearing of mourning' Is most
unhygienic, and Is the cause of the ner
voua breakdown of many women. They
are grief-stricken by the death of their
dear one, and they visualise their loss
and keep It perpetually before them In
the somber garments they put on, and
this add to their depression until the
Physical reaction often ends In serious
illness of mind or body.
Nor Is the financial aspect of the mat
ter to be ignored. To the poor, and to
people In moderate circumstances, it la a
serious matter to have to throw awsy an
entire wardrobe and buy a new outfit
of black clothes. I have known many
families plunsred Into debt by going into
mourning, and who struggled for years
under the handicap It placed. upon them.
Why should we put on black to adver
tise to a cold and carelese world that one
we loved has died? Why should we re
mind others of their loss? Nobody wants
to do It. Every woman shudders at the
thought of donning the funereal garb.
It can do no good to those who have
passed Into the great majesty of eter
nity, and who. If they can see us, muBt
smilo at our mummery.
We wear mourning- Just because we
are slaves to a convention that we have
lacked th. bravery to break away from.
J May the war give us courage to do ao.
and do away with the mourning garb. --
Advice to Lovelorn
BSATaUOa VAXUAZ f
Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young girl
and expect to be married in three months.
My future husband wants me to make
my home with his father, as he la the
last one to be married, and havina- no
mother his father wilt be absolutely
alone, but he la not dependent en hla son.
Do vou think it la fair to me to have
to so to a home other than one fur
nished for mveelf?
I love thla man dearly and do not want
to give him up. Do you think I could be
happy living with his father? His father
seems to think a great deal of me and
Is very anxious for, us to be married.
M. Q. C.
Generally a young couple adjust them
selves better if they live In a home of
their own. But since your father-in-law
to be is so fond of you and Is anxious to
see you married, he would probably add
his sum of happiness to vour home. Be
sides thla, do you think you would be
happy if you were thinking of a kind
father wbo had been forced to live In
loneliness because you were too selfish
to Include him In your household?
laslst On Respect.
Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a stenog
rapher, 1M years of age. My employer
conducts most of his business outside the
offire and I am alone all day, but for the
salesmen who call on me for various
lir.es. One of these attempted to kiss me
today, and after a strugKle I freed my
self and absolutely refused to say
another word to him, but he pleaded and
betcged m. to forgive him and said he
would never have done anything ungen
tlemanly, but I absolutely refused to for
give him. As he comes to the office quite
often, would you kindly adviae m how to
act toward him. HURMOINK.
Be cool and dignified and discuss with
thla man what business demands. If he
ahowa a alnoere regret for what he did
and convinces you that he has the proper
respect for you, you may show him a
certain guarded friendship. Make sure
that you never give him the slightest
encouragement that would lead to a
repetition of this most unpleasant Incident
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(Copyright. 1915. by the Star Co. All For
'i elgn Rights Reserved.)
Synopsis of Previous Chapter.
After the tragic death of John Ames
bury, hie prostrated wife, -one of Amer
ica's greatest beautlAs.'.dles. Xther death
Prof. Stililter, an agent of the interests
kidnaps the beautiful 3-year-old baby
girl and brings her up In a paradise
where she sees no man. but thinks she
la taught by angels who Instruct her for
her mission to reform the world. At the
age of U she Is suddenly thrunt Into the
World where agents of the lutereats are
ready to pretend to find her.
The one to feel the loss of the little
Amesbury girl most, after she had been
spirited away by the . Interests, was
Fifteen years later Tommy goes to the
Adirondack. The Interests are responsi
ble for the trip. By accident be Is the first
to meet the little Ameabury girl, as she
comes forth from her paradise as Celestia
the girl from heaven. Neither Tommy nor
Celestia recosnlies each other. Tommy
finds It an easy matter to rescue Celestia
from Prof. Stililter and they hide In
the mountains; later they are pursued
by Stililter and escape to an island where
they spend the night.
That night, Ktililter, following bis In
dian guide, reaches the Island, found
Celestia and Tummy, hut did not disturb
them In the morning Tommy goes for a
swim'. During his absence Stililter at
tempts to steal Celestia, who runs to
Tommy for help, followed by Btilllter.
The latter t once realises Tommy's pre
dicament He takes advantage of It by
taking not only Cele"tta's. but Tommy's
clothes. Ktililter reaches Four Corners
with Celestia lust In time to catch an
express for New York, there he places
Celestia in Bellevue hospital, where her
sanity U proven bv the authorities.
Tommy reaches Bollevue Just before SUN
'.ltera dojarture. .
Tominy'B first eim waa to get Celeetla
away from Btilllter. After they leave
Bellevue Tommy Is unable to get any
hotel to tnke Celestia in owing to her
costume. But Inter he persuades his
father to keen her. When he roes out
to the taxi he finds her gone. She, falls
Into the hands of white slavers, but
escapes and e-oes to live with a poor fam
ily by the name of Doualas. When their
son Freddie returns home he finds right
; In his own house, i elestia. the girl for
' which the underworld has offered a re
I ward that he hoped to get.
"Hold on. Freddie; I was klddin you."
"You musn't kid me. It drives me
orasy. I shouldn't wonder If I could find
her for (his lips trembled at their own
Sweetxer's face did nut even show sur
prise. '"You take me to where she U," he
said, "and I'll go you the fifty."
A dull spot on Freddie's brain tried to
make Mm say, "all right, come along,"
but a bright spot suddenly Intervened
and make him say, Instead: "Alright,
I'll find bar sure."
"If you'd asked me that first I could
have told you. But now I have forgotten.
But It'll all come back to me."
Next Freddie went to Mrs. Baxter's
home. A taxlcab was drawn up at the
curb and the front door was ajar. Freddie
simply walked Into the house. There were
voices In the front parlor Freddie simply
stepped to the heavy portieres, which
served the front parlor as a door, and
"So help me God, I have told the
truth!" Mrs. Baxter was aaylng, and
Freddie Judged ahe waa crying.
"So help me Gawd Mutter Mister
what did you say your name was?"
"You see," said Tommy. "I got bold of
the eab that you brought her hens in,
That's how I found that she was with
you. I don't know it women like you ever
tell the truth, but I am inclined to be
lieve you this tune, Mrs. Baiter. Now,
where in thunder can that poor child
have strayed to?"
' "Mr." Barclay, I wouldn't worry If I
as you. She came to no harm with ma,
ai-d rm as bad as they make 'em."
Tou don't know men'" exclaimed
Celestia refuses Tommy's
"I don't know what What 1 know
r.hout men that you don't know, Mr.
Barclay, would fill the latest encyclopedia
from cover to cover. Me not knuw men!
I like that."
"Look here," aald Tommy. "I believe
you do know men and lota of other things.
What would you do In my place?'
"I'd offer big money for news of her.
Money acts quicker than lightning."
"Why," said Tommy, "I'd give $l,ono
Just to know that ahe was safe."
Freddie, the ferret, stepped Into the
room from between the prueres.
'She's safe:" he said, with fine Jrematlo
'Safe I" cried Tommy. "Where la she?
You've seen her? Who la the young
'He's called Freddie the Ferret." said
Mrs. Baxter, "because he often finds
things that other people can't. But."
she lowered voice a little, "he ain't to be
always relied on; he's sort of half-witted."
But Freddie's bright spots were all on
qui vlve for onoe.
"I seen her." he said; "a terrible man
was just go In' to baste her over the head
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plea to leave her new home.
with a table leg, but she give htm one
look, and he beat It."
"Where la aher"
Freddie shook his head.
"She waa safe when I laat seen. her,"
he said,, "but I don't know where she
Is, and I'd have to hunt fee herr Didn't
you say. you'd five something just to
kn"w she was safer'
"I did," said Tommy, "but I don't
know ahe'a safe.- You find her and take
mo to her and you shall have a tbousaad,
and more, too."
"You'lt get twenty-five from me," ex
claimed Mrs Baxter, "poor as I am."
A bright spot In Freddie's brain made
the following calculation: $80 plus 11,000
plus I2S equals $1,078, and mors, too." A
dull spot was for saying:
"Come along. I know where ahe Is."
But. aa before, a bright spot Intervened.
"Where can I find her, quirk?" aald
Tommy gave him his card.
"All right," aald Freddlee, "you'l hear
from me soon." and he swung impor
tantly out of the room.
He had a new proposition now. How
to take Bweetser, Mrs. Baxter and Mr.
at the Moviea
Barclay all to Celestia at the ssme time.
ao that ha could get all the money. Thla
new ' proposition required very patient
thinking, and he walked on and en with
out considering In tbe leaat where he waa
going. After a long time he sank down
on a bench In Central park and took a
nan. Sometime he dreamed of solutions
te difficult problems. But he didn't thla
time. He waa waked by a hand on his
"Why, Freddie, what are you doln'
"Dunno." said Freddie, what are you
doln', O'Oorman ?"
"Me, I'm looking for a beautiful young
lady In a white drees, with a band ef
Jewels across her forehead."
Freddie laughed aloud.
"Another!" he exolalmed. "What do
you get If you find her?"
"I get a good bit, Freddie, and any
one that 'finds her for me end tells me
first sets hatf ef It."
"I can find her," said Freddie.
You've done queer things. Well, If
you do. It s a so. You take me to her
and we'll share and share alike."
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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The Home Terror
By GARRETT P. BERYIM.
Ills scientific name nf Scutlgera For
ceps, which seems to mean. In Its twisted
t.ntlnlty, "the shielded, or bucklered,
plnchcr." His everyday name Is the House
centipede, snd that also Is tarred with
lAtln nud with er
ror, too, for he
hasn't really got a
hundred feet or
legs, although he
has got enough of
them to make any
body Jump when
they are all flut
tering at once. In
a maae of motion,
like the trembling
appendages of an
formed of wire
house centipede, from the ends of hi
antennae to the ends of hie longest rear
pair of legs la about five and a half
Inotves In length, while his breadth
measured In a similar manner. Is nearly
two Incha. But, perhaps nine-tenth ef
the enclosed space ts nothing but air.
A centipede Is five Inches long In the
same sense that a wire fence la four feet
high. His lege are graduated In length
from three-quarters nf an Inch to two
Inches and a half. His thin, flat, grayish
yellow la fighting color) body Is from
nn Inch to an Inch and a half long. There
l a fringe ef fifteen legs on each side of
the body, the hind pair being twice as long
as the longeat of the othera. These legs
are furnished with spiny hairs at tbe
Joints, which make I hem so much the
more repulsive. They move In unlslon
with a wave-like undulation, whl-h also
gives you s creepy feeling. The creature's
head la relatively large, and furnished
with powerful Jaws, that Inflict i pain
ful bite, which may be poisonov.a. but
rarely has a serious effect on human
In houses the beast prefers bathrooms,
hut sometimes hides t'ehtnd furniture,
snd when dislodged darts out with sur
prising rapidity, "often." says Mr. Mar
Intt, of tbe entomological bureau, "dart
ing directly at Inmates of the bouse,
particularly Women, evidently with a
desire to conceal Itself beneatn tnelr
dresses." It seldom bites unless cornered,
and a little ammonia removes the Irrita
tion, except In rare cases.
In the tropica centipedes of anothet
specie, but externally resembling those
found In temperate regions, attain a
length of nearly a foot, and their bites
sre venomous snd dangeroua. There Is a
story of a battle with one of these tropical
centipedes In Lsfcsdla Hearn's -two
Yeara in the French West Indies,
which Is calculated to "raise the hair"
of the sensitive reader.
People who take pride in aaylng Just
what they think generally think mean
things moat of the time.
There is something wrong with the life
program of the Individual who cannot
amlle before noon.
The man who falls to land on the re
form wagon when out of politics Is spt
to be near bis earthly finish.
When a woman who has married the
man to reform him completes the Job
he Is usually an uninteresting subject.
It la better to go tt blind than to wait
forever to be sure that you are right
before going ahead.
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