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THE BEE; OMAHA, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 1918. Women to War TTta Mass Meeting for Women War Workers To Be Held Wednesday What was originally planned (or a department meeting of the Y. VV. C. A. interests, to be held Wednes day morning in connection with the ut meeting of the war camp rec reational societies, will be turned in to a mass meeting for women repre senting all activities, not only those merged with the Y. W. C A. for the drive, but women's clubs, Red Cross, trade union leagues, defense coun cils, county or state, parent-teacher associations, suffrage clubs and the like. The meeting will be called at the Y. VV. C. A. auditorium at 10:30, with Mrs. Charles Oflutt presiding. Coming especially for this session are Mrs. Andrew MacLeish of Glen coe, 111., chairman of the Central department, and Miss Edith Stanton, department director. They will pre sent woman's part in the war, fol lowing with woman's part in the coming united campaign. The rest of the program will be given to four-minute reports by the State bureau heads and to an ad dress by Miss Clarissa Spencer of London, secretary of the world Y. V. C. A. She will talk on the Y. W. C. A. in Russia The association's representation at the meeting will be made up of the state committee, composed of the state chairman's cabinet, district leaders and assoration president of the state. The Omaha association board and speakers from all over the state who attended the institute held here the latter part of August will also be expected. A luncheon is to be given at the Y. W. building at 12:30. for which all attending the session are invited to make reservation. Omaha Man Writes of Hun. Onslaught Experiences in Taris during the great German offensive are vividly described in a letter received by Helen Rohlfson of Omaha from her brother, Robert, who is in the postal service in Pari. His letter ran in part: "I have had the experience of see ing what the effects of a really great offensive are. When the Germans f J ... -J Da.!, tha refugees by the thousands came to ill the railroad stations, some of them the most pitiful looking beings, to be taken care of by the different charitable institutions, the French Sovernment, and more especially the .merican Red Cross and the Ameri can Y. M. C A. It is hard to de scribe some of the sights one sees St such times. Some rarry their few belongings in a handkerchief or a little bag. Whole families, old and young, are looking for protection and safety. These sights were seen some little while ago. as you recall. Now we see the reverse. The same people are on their way back to what remains of their former homes, but in a different spirit, such a feel ing of joy that they are returning The Germans are gradually, but 1 judge much faster than they wish, being driven back into their own country, where they belong. I am sure they can now read the hand writing on the wall, 'Liberty for the whole world.' "We haven't had an air raid now for some little time, and l guess Kaiser Dill has had other things to occupy his mind, although the last four days he has been taking out a little spite on us by using Big Bertha (the long range gun). The first day she was quite busy, firing they say about 17 shells. The sec ond day, not so many, and yesterday only four or five, and today one at ten minutes to 1 o'clock, so I sup dos we won't have anv more. 1 think our soldiers are going to cap' ture that gun and turn it around the other way. The bombardment with th big gun during the last four days has been rather general over the whole city but the casualties have not been very heavy. Its effects do not amount to anything compared to the damages of the air raiders and our boys, are giving them some thing in return, which may be the reason they are slowing up. "Among the interesting things in the city is to be on the main boule vards on Sunday afternoon, especial ly when it is nice, and see the peo ple promenading. In front of the cafes people sit on the walks around little tables, under an awning and sip coffee, wine, lemonade or some thing of that sort and 'rubber' at the people passing by. During the big German offensive, no one would have ever dreamed the enemy was within 40 miles of Paris, judging from the unconcerned way people were taking things." Young Girls Not to Canvass, In the campaign for war funds in which the war work council of the Y. W. C. A. is participating, no girl under 18 years of age will be used to solicit money in any way, either on the street or in a hous"-to-house canvass. This is a resolution re- ccntly adopted by the Y. W. C A. war work council. AH money con- ' tributed by girls under 18 shall be given by the girls themselves or earned in a way approved by the campaign managers. Fifty whisky barrels have been do nated to the salvage department by the sheriff. These are good, clean barrels and will be sold at $2 apiece. John Maher, 4349 Seward street, has given the salvage department a case of baking powder, which will be sold, for 25 cents a can. This is the third case of baking powder Mr. Maher has given the department if l " . .1..... .( it. . corps will me' Wednesdays, Fri days and Saturdays at 4 o'clock. W. R. Coleman.-Apperson sales rooms, is instructor. A new class meeting at fi odock Friday evening, has been started to accommodate those who cannot attend the daytime classes, and begins this week.' .-. Meeting of the Forty-second and Douglas street auxiliary, Mrs. L. B. Smith, chairman, will be resumed Tuesday afternoon at 1 o'clock in the iUsCaJbj Metbodist church. ! MOIETY HH4 FLUTTERING blue veils and white aprons are proving the open sesame to many unique experiences to the charming young women who are willing workers in the canteen service. It seems a bit hard at times to be called at any hour to cheer the passing soldiers with cigarets and chocolate but there are many compensations. The troop trains were late Saturday evening and a unit com posed of the members of the Wo man's Press club were patiently waiting at the depot for the distant rumble of the train which would herald the arrival of the men in khaki. Suddenly a queer cortege came in to the station. It was composed of a pretty young girl, whom the news paper women recognized as Miss Lysiane Bernhardt, a cheery little French doctor and numerous actors and actresses. But these individuals were forgotten for in the center, in her sedan chair, sat the Divine Sarah herself. Her train was late also, and in response to her smiles and interest in their canteen uni forms the young women had a most delightful chat with the great ac tress and with the members of her company. Aside from the members of the canteen unit were Mrs. L. J. Healy and Mr. and Mrs. Ed P. Boyer, who were also privileged to talk 1 with Mme. Bernhardt and to catch the last glimpse of her as she was gent ly lifted into the train. Personals t 4. 4 Isetta Smith left Sunday for Lake Forest, III., where she will resume her studies at Ferry Hall, making a specialty of music. Mrs, John W. Battln has gone to Arkansas for a month's visit. Mr. Lawrence B. Hogue left Sun day evening for Clinton, N. Y., where he will enter Hamilton col lece. Mr. Hoeue will stoo in Chi cago and Ottumwa enroute. Mr. Joseph P. Seymour left last Monday for Nitro. W. Va., to enter governmental service. . Miss Linda Hill of El Paso. Tex., arrived Sunday to be the guest of Miss Marjorie Howland. Mr. and Mrs. H. S. Luberger have taken an apartment in the Elwood. Lake club members are closing their cottages and moving into town. Among those who re turned during the last week were Messrs. and Mcsdames H. H. Rob erts, E. A. Knapp, J. M. McCarthy and J. D. Ringer. State Meeting Woman's Liberty Loan Committee Ninety district and county chair men of the State Woman's Liberty Loan committee, attended a state conference at the Lincoln hotel, Lin coln, Friday, September 13 and Sat urday, September 14. Mrs. A. G. Peterson, state chairman, presided. Organization for the Fourth Liberty loan was completed. Friday evening district chairmen met in conference and addresses were given by Mrs. George Bass, Chicago, national secretary of the National Woman's Liberty Loan committee; Mrs. George W. Fuller, Kansas City, district chairman Woman's Liberty Loan committee of the Tenth Federal Reserve dis trict, and Miss Sarka Hrbkova. Lin coln, state chairman Woman's Council for Defense. Saturday morning reports were given by county chairmen, and at the luncheon, which followed, C. E. Matson, Lincoln, chairman of the Men's Liberty Loan committee for District No. 14, gave a welcoming address. Mrs. Bass, in the address of the afternoon, made clear the status of women in the work of selling bonds. She said in effect that the National Woman's Liberty Loan committee is a committee appointed by the sec retary of the treasurer of the LV ed States to help in the raising of money in the Liberty loan cam paigns and works under the direc tion of the secretary of the treasury with offices in the Treasury depart ment. Mrs. W. G. McAdoo is the Rational chairman; Mrs. Antoinette Funk, vice chairman; Mrs. George Bass is secretary, and Mrs. Frank A. Vanderlip is treasurer. Mrs. Fuller explained the nature of the work for the Fourth Liberty loan, Mrs. E. M, Syfert, state chair man of publicity, outlined the work of the county publicity chairmen. Mrs. Peterson asked the women present not only to sell Liberty bonds, but to buy Liberty bonds. on.nofY! mo .fylamar If. Porter $pg NTf! Author ot "Pollyanna." Copyright 1 Sit, by Eleanor R. Porter and by Tb Public ledger Co. By Permission Houghton Wlfflin Co. All RUJots KoiervtO. WAR. PUZZLES CHAPTER XXIII. .. Reflections Mirrored and Otherwise. Miss Maggie was still sitting in the big chair with her face in her hands when the door opened and Mr. Smith came in. He was very white. Miss Maggie, dropping her hands and staring up at his entrance, caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror in front ol her. With a fur tive, angry dab of her fingers at her wet eyes, she feu to rearranging the vases and photographs on the mantel. "Oh. back again, Mr. Smith?" she greeted him. with studied uncon cern. Mr. Smith shut the door and ad vanced determinedly. Miss Maggie, I've got to face this thing out, of course. Even if I had made a botch of things at the very start, it didn't heip to run away as 1 did. And I was a coward to do it. It was only because I I But never mind that. I'm coming now straight to the point. Miss Maggie, will you marry me?" The photograph in Miss Maggie's hand fell face down on the shelf. Miss Maggie's fingers caught the edge of the mantel in a convulsive grip. A swift glance in the mirror before her disclosed Mr. Smith's face just over her shoulder, earnest, pleading, and still very white. She dropped her gaie, and turned half away. She did not want to meet Mr. Smith's eyes just then. She tried to speak, but only a half-choking little breath came. Then Mr. Smith spoke again. "Miss Maggie, please don't say no, yet. Let me explain about how I came here, and let me tell you how how I love you how I have loved you all these long months, I think I loved you from the first time I saw you. Whatever comes, I want you to know that. And if you could care for me a little just a little, I'm sure I could make it more in time, so you would marry me. And we would be so happy I Don't you believe I'd make you happy dear?" "Yes, oh, yes,, ' murmured Miss Maggie, still with her head turned away. "Good! Then alt you've got to say is that you'll let me try. And we will be happy, dearl Why, until I came here to this little house I didn't know what living, real living, was. And I have been, just as you said, a selfish old thing." Miss Maggie, with a start of sur prise taced the image in the mir- her. not at her reflection, so she did not meet his eyes. "Why, 1 never" she stammered. "Yes, you did, a minute ago. Don't you remember? Oh, of course, you didn't realixe everything, and perhaps you wouldn't have said it if you'd known. But you said it and you meant it, and I'm glad you said it. And, dear little wom an, don't you see? That's only an other reason why you should say yes. You carvshow me how not to be selfish." N "But, Mr. Smith, I I " stam mered Miss Maggie, still with puz zled eyes. "Yes, you can. You can show me how to make life really worth while, for me, and for for lots of others. And now I have some one to care for. And, oh. little woman, I I care so much, it can't be that you you don t care anyr Miss Maggie caught her breath and turned away again. Don t you care a little. The red crept up Miss Maggie's neck to her forehead, but still she was silent. "If I could only see your eyes," pleaded the man. Then, suddenly he saw Miss Maggie's face in the mirror, the next mcluent Miss Magpie herself turned a little, and in the mirror Mr. Smith found his answer. You do care a little!" he breathed, as he took her in his arms. "But I don't!" Miss Maggie shook coat collar. "What?" Mr. Smith's clasp loos ened a little. "I care a great deal, whispered Miss Maggie to the coat collar, with shameless emphasis. You darling I triumphed the man. bestowing a rapturous kiss on the tip of a small pink ear the nearest point to Miss Maggie's lips that was available, until, with ten der determination, he turned her face to his. A moment later, blusrunar rosily, Miss Maggie drew herself away. "There, we ve been quite sitty enough old folks like us." We re not silly. Love is never silly not real love like ours. Be sides, we're only as old as we feel. Do you feel old.' 1 don t. l ve lost vears since this morning. Ana you know I'm just beginning to. live really live, anyway I I feci 21." "I m afraid you act it, said Miss Maggie, with mock severity. "You would if youd been through what I have," retorted Mr. Smith, drawing a long breath. "And when I think what a botch I made of it to begin with You see, I didn't w . . ... nc ... iL . t. i ror; but Mr. smith was looking at mean to start ore wun mat, nrsi 9 RUSSIANS RESUME ATTEMPT TO . TAKE EALICZ. GALICIA Two years ago today. September 17, mi. . Find a soldier, JESTETIDATS iVSWJT Vprr Uft hand center iova af a By DADDY THE WILD INDIANS A Complete, NfW Advwtura Xuh Week, Beginning Monday tad Ending Sunday CHAPTER II. The Indian Pilot. (In the first chaptf.- fuggy I mm moned by Judge Owl from the camp In the hills where she la staying:. He guides her to Billy Belgium, who shows her a tribe ot Indians starting on the warpath.) ttTmiOO-OOP! Whoo-oop! 'V Whoo-oop!" howled the dancing Indians, while from a circle of squaws in the background came a wailing song, accompanied by the beat of the tom-toms. Peggy felt her heart thump loud ly. The picture before her eyes was more thrilling than any movie she had ever seen. The blazing fire, the painted red men whirling around it, the droning squaws, the shadows grotesquely frolicking on the walls of the rocky basin the sight was enough to send the blood racing faster through her veins. One big warrior in particular held her fascinated eyes. He was tall and apparently very powerful, for he swung around his head a huge ax in stead of the usual Indian tomahawk. He crouched very low as he stamped the ground viciously with his feet, then threw his head back as he let out his wolf-like howt. As the savages circled around and around they made motions as if scalping unhappy captives. It would be horrible to fall into the power of such a cruel band. "Are they really on the warpath?" whispered Peggy to Billy Belgium. "Sh-h-h-h Listen 1" he aiswere-. The dance had ended and the braves had seated themselves around the" fire. The big Indian with the ax remained standing. He looked very terrible in his eagle feathers and painted face. He folded his arms and remained silent a moment as the song of the squaws died away and the throb of the tom-toms ceased. Then, he began to speak slowly and impressively. "Brothers of the wilderness, hark to the voice of Chief Many Cows!" he said. "The hour of our freedom is here. Too long have we been the slaves of Pale Face ways. To night we throw all that asirM TV- night we become again the children 1 ot the torest, worthy sons of the noble red men who roamed these hills in days of old, hunting the deer and the bear, and tomahawk ing t!:e invading Pale Faces. Whoo oop! Whoo-oop! I'm a wild Indian And with that Chief Many Cows whirled his ax around his head and let it fly at a big tree far back in the shadows. The ax struck with a re sounding whang, the blade sinking deep into the tree. Peggy gasped with surprise, and the Indians mut tered their admiration. Chief Many Cows surely was very powerful. "He looks like Fred Snow, the vil lage milkman," whispered Billy Bel gium. Peggy shook her head. To her he didn't look a bit like a milk man. This was a genuine savage. Her opinion grew stronger as Chief Mjny Cows went on with his speech. "We must make our freedom se cure, he said. "We can not have k-t.ng liberty until we have driven the Pale Faces from our hills We must go on the warpath as did our fathers before us. We must kill; we most take scalps. Tonight we at tack. By morning not a Pa!e Face shall be left in the mountain camps or in the villages. They will vanish hefore us as the snow before the pril sun. I have spoken." Pf7 looked' it fiillj Belgium "Whoo-oop! Whoo-oop! Whoo-oop! Howled the Dancing Indian. with horrified eyes. "How awful," she gasped. "We must give the alarm I" "Wait!" he cautioned her, as a short, squat Indian arose. "That looks like Hooks, the village tailor." "Listen to the voice of Sitting Man," the Indian grunted. "I am heap wise from heap much thinking. This shall be our plan. First we ;.hall attack the camp up the hill. We shall have many scalps before the sleeping Pale Faces know what has happened. Then we shall take their guns, which will help us in our attack on the village. In the village we shall J qucrade for sport. find heap much food, and heap much "runs and powder. The hills shall he our own. Death to the Pale Faces!" There jumped up a wiry, fiercely painted warrior. "Scatos! M"ch' Hair wants scalns!!" he shrieked, as he began to dance. "If he wasn't so savage looking, I'd say that was Sol Green, clerk in Rascom's general store," whispered Billy Belgium. Peggy shook her head in strong disagreement. This leaping, bounding, half-naked war rior didn't have the slightest re semblance to a clerk in a store. "Scalps! Scalps!" shrieked the other Indians, joining Much Hair in his dance. The tom-toms sounded again, the squaws began their wail ing song. "We must hurry to camp before thev can get there!" urged Peggy. "It's too late I'm afraid," an swered Billy Belgium. "There come two scouts to report now.' Into the firelight had leaped two agile young Indians. The dance halted abruptly as the warriors clus tered eagerly around them. "The Pale Faces in the mountain camo sleep soundly," spoke up one of the scouts. "Our watchers sur round them, waiting for you to at tack at dawn." Peggy turned In dismay to Billy Belsrium. "Oh, what shall we- do?" she whisnered. "Can't we warn them?" "No," he answered, "we, our selves, must stop the Indians." (Tomorrow will ha described the earing; attempt of Billy. Belgium t peet the plot tl Um latitat.) thing; and I was so afraid that that even if you did care for John Smith, you wouldn't for me just at first But you do, dear!" At arms' length he held her off, his hands on her shoulders. . His happy eyes searching her face saw the dawn of the dazed question. "Wouldn't care for you if I did for John Smith! Why, you are John Smith. What do you mean?" she demanded, her eyes slowly sweeping I mm irom neaa to toot and back again. "What do you mean?" "Miss Maggie I" Instinctively his tongue went back to the oid manner of address, but his hands still held her shoulders. "You don't mean you can't mean that that you didn't understand that you don't under stand that I am Oh, good heavens 1 wen. l have made a mess of it this time, ' he groaned. Releasing his hold on her shoulders, he turned and began to tramp up and down the room. "Nice little John Alden- iviucs aianuisn auair mis is now. upon my woral Miss Maggie, have 1 got to to propose to vou all over again for for another man, now?" "For another manl J I Ann' think I understand- vou." Miss Map gie naa grown a little white. "Then you don't know you didn't understand, a lew minutes ago, when 11 spoke hrst, when 1 ashed you about tuose twenty millions" She lifted her head quickly, pleadingly. "Air. smith, please, don't let us bring money uno it at ail. 1 don't care 1 uon't care a bit if you haven t got any nionev. Airs, biinth's jaw dropped. "If 1 haven't got any money!" he ejaculated stupictiy. "No! oh, yes, 1 Know, I said I loved money." The rich red came uaon to her face in a flood. "But 1 (nun t mean and it s just as much of a test and an opportunity wnen you don t have money more so, it anything. 1 didn t mean it mat way. i never tnought of of how you might take it as if I wanted it. i don t. luueed, 1 don't! On, can't you understand?" "Unuersianu! Good heavens!" Mr. Snutn tnrew up both his hands. "And 1 thought i d given myself away, Miss Maggie." tie came to her and stood ciuse, but he did not ouer to touch her. '1 thought, alter I'd said what I did about those twenty millions that you understood tnat you Knew i was Stanley Fukon himself." "Tnat you were who?" Miss Maggie stood motionless, her eyes louKiug straight into his, amazed, mcreuuious. "Stainey Fulton. I am Stanley Fuuon. My Ooul Maggie, don t iook at me like that. 1 niougut 1 uad told you. Inuecd I aid I" She was hacking away now, slow ly, step by step. Anger, almost loathing, had taken tne place ot tne amazement and mcreuuuty in her eyes. "And you are Mr. Fulton?" "Yes, yes I uut " "Aim you have been here all these monuis yes, years unuer a taise name, preieiiumg to be what you weren t talking to us, eating at our tabies, winning our connuei.ee, let ting us taik to you auout yourseif, even pretending tnat On, how comd jour'' iier voice broke. "Alaggie, dearest," he begged, springing toward her, "if you U only iet me " But' she stopped him peremptori ly, drawing heiaelt to her tun neignt. "1 am not your uearest," she flamed angrily, "i did not give my .ove to you.'' "Alagg.el'' he implored. But she drew back still farther. "No I I gave it to John Smith gentleman, 1 supposed. A man tjoor, yes, I believed him poor; but a man who at least had a rigat to his name! I didn't give it to Mr. Stanley G. Fulton, spy, trickster, who makes life itself a masquerade for sport. I do not know Mr. Stan ley G. Fulton and I do, not wish to." The words ended in a sound very like a sob; but Miss Maggie, with her head still high, turned her back and walked to the window. The man, apparently stunned for a moment, stood watching her, his eyes grieved, dismayed, hopeless. Then, white-faced, he turned and walked toward the door., With his hand almost on the knob he slowly wheeled about and faced the woman again. He hesitated visibly, then in a dull, lifeless voice, he began to speak. "Miss Maggie, before John Smith steps entirely out of your life, he would like to say just this, please, not in justification, but in explana tion of of Stanley G. Fulton. Ful ton did not intend to be a spy, or a trickster, or to make lite a mas- He was a lone scheme. He would give each one of these cousins of his a hundred thousand dollars apiece, and then, unknown to them, he would get acquainted with thm and see which of them would be likciy to make the best use of those twenty mil lions. It was a silly scheme, of course a silly, absurd foolishness from beginning to end. It He did not finish his sentence. There was a rush of swift feet, a swish of skirts, then full upon him there fell a whirlwind of sobs, clinging arms and incoherent ejacu lations. "It wasn't silly it wasn't silly. It was perfectly splendid! I see it alt now. I see it all! I under, stand. Oh, I think it was wonder ful, and I I'm so ashamed f : y -Later very much' later,-vhe , something like ucid. coherence ha become an attribute of their eonvew sation, as they sat together tjpoij the old sofa, the ma drew lea.;, breath and said; .v "Then I'm quite forglvenr , m , "There is nothing to forgiv,' (Continued Tomorrow.! ly old man he felt old. He had no wife or child. True, he had no one to care for, but he had no one to care for him ' either. Remember that, please. He did have a great deal of money more than he knew what to do with. Oh, he tried various ways of spending it. Never mind what they were. They result ed chiefly in showing him that he wasn't as wise as he might be in that line, perhaps." The man paused and wet his lips. At the window Miss Maggie still stood, with her back turned as be fore. "The time came finally," resumed the inan, "when Fulton began to i wonder what would become of his millions when he was done with them. He had a feeling that he would like to will a good share of them to some of his own kin; but he had I no nearer relatives than some cous ins back east, in Hillerton." j Miss Maggie at the window drew her breath and held it suspended, letting it out s'.owly. "He didn't know anything about these cousins," went on the man dully, wearily, "and he got to won dering what they would do with the money. I think he felt, as you said today that you feel, that one must Know now to spena $9 u one wouia get the best out ol five thousand. "So Fulton felt that before he gave a man fifteen or twenty mil lions he would like to know what he wou'd probably do with them. He had seen so many cases where sudden great wealth had brought sorrow. "And io then he fixed up a little f -' i y . m 1 , - m , - i i n We will win this war Nothing else really matters until we do! 4- s-uunane L The Flavor Lasts 3f i.i i i i i i mi i i ,4 i. .l. t 1 1 . , .'-n- i ... i ; I, ii, mi .tfffaaaggBmmm Standard Potash Co. 7 (Incorporated Under the Law of Nebraska) . ; -Reduction Works at v Lakeside, Nebraska Main Office Omaha National Bank Ruilding,Rodmi7Q3-7l2 Douglas 246. To Stockholders and Friends of .STANDARD POTASH COM PANY: I am pleased to report to you that we have had the most en couraging news from our plant In regard to the progress bein$f made ' toward its completion. The finishing work is now in the hands of Mr," Henry Schwarz of the Schwarz Engineering Company of Denver, Colo, who is superintending the work and now reports that the plant will be ' ready for operation in October. There is but a small amount of stock in this Company now for sale, ' and we will be pleased to quote our present price to any interested parties. STANDARD POTASH CO. FRANK E. CLARK, Secretary, L