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The Omaha Sunday Bee ;
OMAHA, SUNDAY MORNING, JANUARY 5, 1919.
Oriiahans Attain Success
By Making and Keeping
New Year Resolutions
Prominent Business Men Tell How Success Crowned
Their Efforts to Reach Goal Named in Resolu
tions Made Early in Life and the Effect
They Noticed in Later Years
''The Last'Cair-Story of Little Alsatian
, i , That's Still Very New
V By Alphonse Daudet. ; Translation by Ave Lector.
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I was very late that morning on
going to "school and I was very
much afraid -of getting scolded, the
more to because Monsieur Hamel
had told ui he would examine us on
the participles and I did not know
the first word about them.
The weather was so beautiful, so
clear. The blackbirds - could be
heard singing on the edge of the
woods and in the Rippert pasture
behind the sawmill' the Prussians
were drilling. All this tempted me
much more than rules about parti-
ciples, but I had the strength to re
sist and I ran very quickly towards
the school.
' On passing before the adminis
tration building I saw that there
were plenty of people standing close
to the little enclosure where the an
nouncements were posted. For two
years it was from there that all the
bad news had come to us, the lost
battles, the requisitions, the military
orders, and I thought, without stop
ping, "I wonder what's the matter
nowl"
Then, while I was running across
the place, Wachter, the blacksmith,
who, with his apprentice was in the
act of reading the announcement,
called to me:
"Don't hurry so much, sonny;
i you'll get to school in plenty of
time."
I thought he was making fun of
e and, all out of breath, I entered
lonsieur Hamel s little yard.
Ordinarily, at the beginning of a
'class there was a great commotion'
that could be heard out in the
ening and closing the
sons repeated out loud all
while ears were stopped so
emrn more and the master's
ler niat struck the table while
ailed out "Silence 1" I had
ted on all these things to help
get to my seat without being
but on this precise day every
way as quiet as a Sunday
ing.' Through the open win
I saw my schoolmates already
ed in their places, and Monsieur
el. who walked up and down
th terrible ruler under his
m. . l had to open the door and
ter in the midst of this great
Im. Vou may easily fancy how I
ished and how I was scared!
'ell, nothing happened. Mon-
r Hamel looked at me without
er and said very gently:;
Go quickly to your place, little
rank. Wewere going to begin
without you."
Wore Pretty Green Coat.N
I straddled over the bench and
eated myself quickly at my desk
hen only a little recovered from
y fright, I noticed that our teacher
re his pretty, green frock coat,
finely pleated shirt front and his
bossed black silk breeches which
wore only on inspection days and
the distribution of prizes. Be
ts this there was something ex
Irdinary and solemn about the
pie class. But what surprised
most was to see at the rear of
room on the benches usually
ty the people of the village seat
and as silent as ourselves, old
user with his three-cornered hat,
venerable jnayor, the worthy
postmaster, and a great many other
people. All of this assemblage
seemed to be sad and Hauser had
r i . ,j fit.
uiuugiu an uiu pi unci wuu wuim-
eaten edges and he held it open on
his knees with his great spectacles
lying on the pages.
While I was being astonished at
all this Monsieur Hamel had
mounted his chair and in the same
grave, sweet voice with which he
had received me. he said:
My children, this is the last tune
hat i noid class tor you. me or-
er has come from Berlin to teach
6th ing but German in the schools
f ' Alsace nd Lorraine. The new
'teacher will arrive tomorrow. To
ay you have your last lesson in
French. I, ask you to be very at
. trntive.
These few words completely upset
e. Uh.ithe wretches I - mat was
what they had announced at the ad
ministration building. My last Its
v son! in trench i - .
It Waa Hard to Write.
AnUJ, who scarcely knew how to
write! should learn nothing more!
, I wowld have to stop there! How I
-1ueighed against time lost classes
A missed to jmt for nests orHo slide
-'on the Saarl My books that a mo
ment ago I found so tiresome, so
heavy to carry, my grammar, my sa
cred history, seemed at present old
' friends whom it would be hard; to
. . le'frve. Likewise Monsieur . Hamel.
: The thought that he was goirff ' to
leave, that i d never see him any
mare, made roe forget his punish
: mehts, his raps with the ruler. Poor
maAt It was in honor of this class
' thatlhe had put on his beautiful Sun
day clothes, and now I understood
why these old people ot the village
had cfcme to sit in the end of the
roomVThey seemed to say that they
wre arry that they had not come
oftener to this school. It was also j heard them, "I wonder if they will
like a means of thanking our teacher
for his 40 years of good service, and
of doing their duty to their country,
which was departing.
I was in tke midst of these re
flections when I heard my name
called. It was my turn to recite.
What would I not have given to sayThink,0 ,it! Fo" 40 years he had
the whole length of the famous rule
of participles very loud, very clear
and without a mistake But I got
all mixed up at the first words, and
I remained standing, balanced on my
bench, my heart large, without
daring to raise my head. I heard
Monsieur Hamel speaking to me:
"I shall not scold you, little Frank:
you are probably punished enough,
that is the truth, Every day people
say, 'Bah, I have plenty of time. I'll
learn tomorrow,' and then you see
what happens. Uh, that has been
the great , misfortune of our Alsace,
of always putting off instruction un
til tomorrow. And now those peo
ple have reason to say to us, 'Indeed,
you pretend to be trench, and you
can t speak or read vour language.'
In all this, my poor Frank, it is not
you who are the most to blame, We
can all reproach ourselves about it.
"Your parents don't take enonch
interest in seeing that you are in
structed. They would rathef have
you work in the fields or at the
looms, so as to have a few sous
-more. As for myself, have I nothing
to reproach myself with? Hiven't I
often had you water my garden, in
stead ot study? And whert I wanted
to go fishjng for trout, have I had
any.compunction about giving you a
holiday?"
Then going from one thing to an
other, Monsieur Hamel began to
talk to us of the French language.
saying that it was the most beautiful
language of the world, the clearest,
the most weighty, that we ought to
guard it within ourselves and never
torget it, because when any people
fell into slavery, as long as they held
to their language it was as if they
held the key to their prison. . , .
France and Alsace.
Then he took a grammar and read
our lesson foruis. I was astonished
to see how welrl understood. Every
thing that he said seemed to me easy,
easy, i also thought that I had
never listened so well, and that he
never had so much patience in the
explanations.'- One would have said
that on leaving the poor man wished
to give us all of his knowledge, to
make it enter our heads at a single
stroke.
The grammar lesson over, we pro
ceeded to the writing lesson. For
today Monsieur Hamel had pre
pared for us models entirely new,
written in a beautiful round hand.
"FRANCE, ALSACE, FRANCE,
ALSACE." The models were like
small flags floating about the class.
suspended from the upper part of our
desks. It was worth seeing, the way
every one applied himself, and what
silence I Nothing was heard except
the scraping of the pens on the
paper.
Some flying beetles entered, but
no one paid any attention tT them,
least of all the little boys who
applied themselves to trace their
letters witn a heart, with a con
science, as if these were to remain
1-rench. On the roof of the" school
house some pigeons were murmur
ing low and I said to myself, as I
oblige hem to coo in German, too."
Fromtime to time, when I raised
my eyes from my page, I saw Mon
sieur Hamel immovable in his chair
and gazing on the objects about
him, as if he wished to take into ;
his glance all the little school house.
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"HOOVER HOGS" DOOMED
AS WEATHER MAN UN
, LOOSENS COLD WAVE.
Away back in the 70's nearly ev
ery pioneer family of Omaha raised
a hog or two in the back yard, and
mis was tne tavonte hog killing
season in those early days.
There has been' a revival of these
pioneering conditions due to the
recommendations of Mr. Hoover,
and to a practical ignoring of some
of the features of the ordinances
governing sanitation in the city and
in Some parts of the citv manv hogs
nave been raised in the back yards
as a means of food conservation and
solving the high cost of living prob
lem. " ..
Below zero weather the past few
days has caused a revival of the old
pastime of "hog killing," in the city.
In some cases it is a matter of
neighborly co-operation, just as it
is done in the country. In other
cases the killing is delegated to a
butcher. George Hoffman, of Hoff
man Bros., who runs an independent
packing plant on the South Side,
killed for Mrs. Tuma. who lives
on Y street, a hog which weighed
700 pounds and dressed out 627
pounds. z1
The animal was the largest hog
killed in Omaha this year and was
fattened oft table refuse" furnished
by the neighbors. It represented
salvage in every particular outside
the original cost when it was
weanling pig.- '
The value of the animal at current
prices was 119.
been in the same place, with his
yard before him and his class always
of the same kind. Only the benches
and the jlesk were polished and
worn with use. The nut trees in his
yard had grown large and the hop
vine that he himself had planted
now twined about the windows and
reached the roof. What a heart
thrust it must have been for the poor
man to leave all thesthings and
to hear his sister walk back and
forth in the room upstairs as she
closed their trunks! Because they
were to depart the next day and
leave the country forever.
That Last Class.
Nevertheless, he had the courage
to hold the class to the very end.
After writing we had our history
lesson. Then theYttle fellows sang
all together, Ba, Be, Bi, Bo, Bu.
Far bask in the rear of the room
old Hauser had put on his spectacles
and, holding his primer in his two
hands he spelled the letters with
them. One could see that he ap
plied himself, too. His voice trem
bled with emotion and it was so
strange to hear him that we all felt
both like laughing and crying. Oh.
I shall certainly remember that last
class I
All at once the church clock
struck noon, then the Angelus. At
the same moment the trumpets of
the Prussians returning from drift
ing sounded through our windows.
Monsieur Hamel, very pale, rose
from his chair. Never had he seemed
to me so grand.
"My friends," he said, "my friends.
-I "
But something stifled him and he
could not finish the phrase. Then
he turned toward the blackboard,
seized a piece of chalk and support
ing himself with all his strength he
wrote in as large letters as he could:
"VIVE LA FRANCE!"
Then he remained there, his head
leaning on the wall and. without
speaking, he made a sign to us with
his hand which meant:
"It's all over. Go home."
THE TRAVSPORTATOltf
PROBLEM
(ft jfl BY A . 8T1N QBIO
ppzrmzzttiacS
ABIE'S ADVICE.
Just because a musicker has on his
program a lot. swell tunes like
Brahms, Beethoven,
Liszt and such, it ain't -a
sign he is a classeh
player.
When your second
and third cousins be
gin to call you on.
telephone to esk
how's your health,
right efter you bought
an automobile, it's a reason for it.
THE PEACE TABLE.
Seems 's if a story about the
peace table would be a good Sun
day paper feature. Where was it
built? What are its dimensions?
What kind of wood is used in it?
How many will it seat? These and
a hundred other questions would
make interesting reading. As
there will be hundreds of delegates
"at the peace table," it surely must
be the largest ever made.
APPRECIATION.
Up to the present I have received
no Christmas or New Year's cigars
from readers of The Bumble Bee. I
shudder to think what I may have
escaped. I thank you.
A. STINGER.
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Hes In Again.
. Art Donavan says he once wrote
a "gripping story." It was about a
wrestling match.
5h-
Hope the new year won't be a
"flu", year.
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Are any of your resolutions still
intact? - i,
IT GETS SILLIER AND
SILLIER.
' N. P. Dodge can dodge nomina
tions for congress.
Brace Fonda is fond o' the movies.
C. W. Francis knows that France
is in Europe.
R. C. Howe know how to operate
a packing plant.
Tom Kelly sells insurance like
Kelly does.
I. A. Medlar isn't anything of the
sort.
R. B. Weller is either well er sick
W. B. Tagg hasn't played it since
he was a boy.
A. F. Stryker has never been one.
A. W. Prince is- that kind of a fel
low.
Walter T. Page knows a whole
book about the smelting business.
Rules fc 'Success Have Scotch
Parents.
BONAR LAW. '
A. J. BALFOUR.
FIR ERIC GEDDES.
MARSHAL HAIO.
ADMIRAL WEMYSS.
PRESIDENT WILSON.
And we're prepared to hear that
Clemenceau, Joffre and Foch are
Scotchmen, too.
An Echcf'From the Past.
A pound or can social "was
given for Rev. and Mrs. J. G.
Clark at the Presbyterian
church Wednesday evening fol
lowing the weekly prayer meet
ing service. A musical program
was given, refreshments wetv
served and a general good so
cial time was enjoyed by all.
Beaver City Times-Tribune.
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Nothing Personal, We Hope, Suh!
(Burt County Herald.)
Frank, seeing -a bumble bee
for the first time, said to his
brother, "Hear that bug whis
pering to itself
No Relation to the Beebees.
The Aagaard Brothers will
hold a sale of their farm stock
January 7 at Ord, we note by
the "Quiz."
A CRITICAL MOMENT.
In the "Headquarters Harpoon,"
a magazine published by the Head
quarters company and detachment
at Camp Funston and edited by Rus
sell Fierce Phelps, formerly of The
Bee, staff, we find this palpitating
paragraph: 1
"Ten minutes till 'lights out,'
everyone around the board
standing on 18-or better, Black
Jack for the biggest bet and
li e dealer with 14 to hit."
We don't understand these mili
tary terms.
EXAGGERATED.
(Amherst News in Elmcreek Beacon.)
We are very glad to say that
Mrs. Ludwig received another
telegram 'from the government
saying that the telegram received
last week should have read, that
her son, John, was wounded, in
stead of killed.
Maybe They'll Preach Gospel Now.
The time is about here when popularity-seeking
preachers will have
to do something else than shout "To
Hell with the Kaiser" from their
pulpits.'
How many of your New Year
tesolutions have you already brok
en? In a special story last Sunday The
Bee -told you about a number of
Omaha business men, men who to
day are doing their part and per
haps a little more in making Oma
ha the greatest city of the Great
West, who made New Year resolu
tions and kept them.
Today it gives you the experience
of a number of other Omahans, who
years ago started-out to make good
on New Year resolution and did it
Here they are:
Lee Huff, prominent automobile
man and financier, made a resolu
tion, when a boy, to "work hard and
persistently." N. H. Loomis, general
counsellor of the Union Faciiic.'year
by year made resolutions to save at
least a part of his hard-earned
money. Gurdon W. Wattles.fapital
ist and director of large business en
terprises, resolved to be frugal and
economical. W. M. JclTers, vice
president anJ general manager of
the Union Facific railroad, made a
resolution to be respectful and loyal
to his superiors. II. A. Tukey,
prominent real estate man. resolved
to invest his money safely and
sanely.
Still Keep Resolutions.
These men who knew well the val
ue of a dollar and who endured the
patience of Job to acquire their
wealth still believe in and keep faith
fully their New Year resolutions of
bygone years. They experienced
their first investments when boys,
which taught them the lessons of
safe investment, economy and suc
cess, growing out of practice of their
resolutions. Have any of them mod
ified or broken Jlieir resolutions?
Ask them.
Mr. Huff earned his first money as
a messenger boy for the Western
Union in North Platte, meanwhile
attending grade school and learning
telegraphy. Thus in his early days
he began the practice of his first
New Year resolution. At 14 years of
age, he was a telegrapher and was
agent for the old "Omaha Repub
lican" of which Casper E. Yost, now
president of the Nebraska Telephone
company, was editor. When Mr.
Huff was in his youth, he was mak
ing remunerative investments in real
estate; and today, Lee Huff, who can
boast jo( personal wealth in many
figures, says:
"I urge upon the young man the
policy of personal interest in his
work and sticking to what he under
takes. Any job is worth being done
well." ,
Start Dusting Furniture.
Mr. Wilhelm dusted .furniture in
New York, when a boy.
If the young man of today would
make the same resolutions that
brought success to C. M. Wilhelm,
vice-president and general manager
of an immense local business enter
prise, he would likewise attain suc
cess. That resolution is "to fulfill to
the best of my tact the duties of the
work I am following through life."
Harry A. Tukey, prominent real
estate man, earned success ,by fol
lowing his New Year resolutions to
"take personal interest in my work
and invest sanely and safely." Not
only has he made a success in the
business world, but his early school
and college days gave him oppor
tunities to earn money. His high
school days in Qniaha were marked
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CHAPTER XLVII.
Solution of the Mystery.
"By adding two and two," Paredes
laughed.
"In the first place," continued
Paredes, "you must all realize that
we might have had no mystery at
all if it hadn't been for Miss Kath
erine. For I don't know that Maria
could have done much in a legal
way. Silas Blackburn had intended
to dispose of the body immediately,
but Miss Katherine heard the panel
move and ran to the corridor. She
made Jenkins break down the door
and she sent for the police- Silas
Blackburn was helpless. He was
beaten at that moment, but he did
the best he could. He went to
Waters, hoping, at the worst, to es
tablish an alibi through the book
worm, who probably wouldn't re
member the exact hour of his arri
val. Water's house offered him, too.
a strategic advantage. You heard
him say the spare room was on
the ground floor. You heard him
add that he refused to open his
door, either asking to be left alone
or failing an answer at all. And he
had to return to the Cedars the
next day, for he missed his hand
kerchief, and he pictured himself,
since he thought it was his own, in
the electric chair. I'm right, Jen
kins?" "Yes, sir. I kept him hidden and
gae him his chance along in the
zfternoon. He wanted me to try
to find the handkerchief, but I didn't
have the courage. He couldn't find
it. He searched through the panel
al! about the body and the bed."
'That was what Katherine
heard," Bobby said, "when we found
the body had been moved."
"It put him in a dreadful way,"
Jenkins mumbled, "for no one had
bothered to tell me it was young
Mr. Robert the detective suspected,
and when Mr. Silas heard the de
tective hoast that he knew every
thing and would make an arrest in
the morning, he thought about the
five never been able to under
stand," Paredes said, i'wjij-iic
didn't take the evidence wE he
killed Howells." :k
"Qidn't you know you prevented
that, sir?" Jenkins asked. "I heard
you come in from the court. I
thought you'd been listening. I sig
naled Mr. Silas there was danger
and to get out of the private stair
way before you could trap him.
And I couldn't give him another
chance for a long time. Some of
you were in the room after that, or
Miss Katherine and Mr. Grahftn
were sitting in the corridor watch
ing the body justefore Mr. Robert
tried Jo get the evidence for him
self. Mr. Silas had to act then. It
was his last chance, for he thought
Mr. Robert would be glad enough
to turn him over to the law."
"Why did you hide that stuff in
Miss Katherine's room?" Bobby
asked.
Jenkins flung up his hands.
"Oh, he was angry, sir, when he
knew the truth and learned what a
mistake he'd made. Howells didn't
give me the report I showed you.
It was in his pocket with the other
things. Ve got it open without
tearing the envelope and Mr. Silas
read it. He wouldn't destroy -anything.
He never drtfamed of any
body's suspecting Miss Katherine. jo
he told me to hide the things in her
bureau. I think he figured on using
the evidence to put the blame on
Mr. Robert in case it wis the only
way to save himself?"
"Why did you show the report to
me?" Bobby asked.
"I I was afraid to take all that
responsibility," the butler quavered.
"I figured if you were , partly to
blame it might-go easier with me."
Paredes shrugged his shoulders.
"You were a good mate for Silas
Blackburn," he sneered.
"Even now I, don't see how that
old scoundrel had the courage to
show himself tonight," Rawlins said.
"That's the beautiful justice of
the whole thing," Paredes answered,
handkerchief and knew he wa for there was nothing else whatever
done for unless he took Howells up. for him to do. There never had been
And the man did ask for trouble, anything else for him to do since
sir. Well! Mr. Silas gave it to him Miss Katherine had spoiled his
to save himself " . , scheme, since you all believed that
it was he who had been murdered.
He had to hide the truth or face tlu
electric chair. If he disappeared he
was infinitely worse off than though
he had settled with his brother a
man without a home, without a
name, without a penny." '
Jenkins nodded.
"He had to come back," hesaid
slowly, "and he knew how scared
you were of the old room."
I'The funeral and the snow," Pare
des said, "gave him his chance.
Jenkins will doubtless tell you how
they uncovered the grave late this
ofternoon, took that poor devil's
body and threw it in the lake, then
fastened the coffin and covered it
again. Of course the snow effaced
every one of their tracks. He came
in, naturally scared to death, and
told us that story based on the
legends of the Cedars and the doc
tor's supernatural theories. And you
must admit that he might, as you
call it, have got away with it. He
did create a mystification. The
body of the murdered man had dis
appeared. There was no murdered
Blackburn as far as you could tell.
Heaven knows how long you might
have struggled with the case of
Howells."
He glanced up.
"Here is Miss Katherine."
She stood at the head of the
stairs.
"I think she's all right," she said
to the doctor. "She's asleep, She
went to sleep crying. May I come
down?"
The doctor nodded. She walked
down, glancing from one to the
other questioningly. ,
"Poor Maria!" Paredes mused.
"She's theone I pity most. She's
been at times, I think, what Rawlins
suspected an insane woman, wan
dering and crying through the
woods. Assuredly she was out of
her head tonight, when I found her
at the grave. I tried to tell her
that her father was dead. I begged
her to come in. I told her we were
friends. But she fought,
wouldn't answer my Questions.
struck me finally when I tried to
force her to come out of the storm.
Robinson, I want you to listen to
me for a moment. I honestly be-
one
lieve, for everybody's sake, I did -a
good thing when I asked Silas
Blackburn just before he disappeared
why he had thrown his brother's
body in the lake. I'd hoped it
would simply make him run fof it.
I prayed that we would never hegj
from him again, and that Miss
Katherine and Bobby could be
spared the ugly scandal. Doesn't
this do as well? Can't we get along
without much publicity?"
"You've about earned the ,-ight Jo
dictate," Robinson said gruffly.
v"Thanks."
"For everybody's sake!" Bobby
echoed. "You're right. Carlos,
Maria must be cpnsidered now. She
shall have what was taken from her
father, with interest. I know Kath
erine will agree." .
Katherine nodded. '
"I doubt if Maria will want or take
it," Paredes said simply. "She has
plenty of her own. It4n't fair to
think it was greed that urged her.
You must understand that it was a
bigger impulse than greed. It was a
thing of which we of Spanish blood
are rather proud a desire for jus
tice, for something that haa no
softer name than revenge."
Suddenly Rawlins stooped and
took the Panamanian's hand.
"Say! We've been giving you the
raw end of a loTof snap judgments.
We've never got acquainted until to
:0ht." "Glad to meet you, too," Robinson
grinned.
Rawlins patted the Panamanian's
shoulder.
"At that, you'd make a first-class
detective."
"aredes yawned. ,'r
. "I disagree with you thoroughly.
I have no equipment beyond my
eyes and my common sense."
He yawned again. He arranged
the card table in front of the fire. He
got the cards and piled them in neat
packs on the green cloth. He placed
a box of cigarets conyenient to his
right hand. He smoked.
"I'm very sleepy, but I've been so
stupid over this solitaire since I've
been at the Cedars that I must
solve it in the interest of my self
respect before I go to
Bobby went to him impulsively.
"I'm ashamed, Carlos. I don't
know what to say. How can I say
anything? How can I begin to
thank you?"
"If you ever tell me I saved your
life," Paredes yawned, "I shall have
to disappear, because then you'd
have a claim or me."
Katherine touched his hand. There
were tears in her eyes. It wasn't
necessary for her to speak. Pare
des indicated two chairs.
"If you aren't too tired, sit here
and help me for a while. Perhaps
between us we'll get somewhere. I
wonder .why I have been so stupid
with the thing."
After a time, as he manipulated
the cards, he laughed lightly.
"The same thing the thing I've
been scolding you all for. With a
perfectly simple play staring me in
the face I nearly made the mista e
of choosing a "difficult one. That
would have got me in trouble while
the simple one gives me the game.
Why are people like that?"
As he moved the cards with a deft
assurance to their desired combina
tion he smiled drolly at Graham,
Rawlins, and Robinson.
"I guess it mus be human nature.
Don't you think so, Mr. District Attorney?"
The condition Paredes had moreJ
than once foreseen was about to
shroud the Cedars in loneliness and
abandonment. After the hasty
double burial in the old graveyard
the few things Bobby and Katherine
wanted from the house had '-en
packed and taken to the station. At
Katherine's suggestion they had de
cided to leave last of all and to walk.
Paredes with a tender solicitude
had helped Maria to the waiting
automobile. He' came back, trying
to color his good-bye with cheerful
ness. "After all, you may open the place
again and let me visit you."
'"You will visit us perpetually,"
Bobby said, while Katherine pressed
the Panamanian's hand, "but never
here again. We will leave it to its
ghosts, as you have often proph
esied.", "I ara not sure," Paredes said
wit4i promotions of sporting event
and amusements.
The first money, he earned was is .
raising chickens When he was U
years of age, he boasted of the fines'
lot of silver-spangled-hamburg
chickens in America. He sold th
eggs for $5 a dozen. Not only hi
himself, but his relatives and man;
friends aver that the business was a
success in itself.
Do Duty Well and Quick!
Dr. Harold Clifford, wealthy reai
(state owner and practicing rye-specialist,
owes hiyfinancial success tc
hard work and safe investment, lit
keeps abiding faith in one of hi; .
early New Year resolutions: "that I
will do my duty well, and as quickly
as possible."
When W. M. Jeffers was 2 years
of age he was a messenger boy for
the Union Pacific railroad company,
meanwhile attending school. Two
years later he wa9 holding down a
position of telegrapher. Then it was
during the most trying years of his
life, .he made resolutions to foster
respect for and loyalty to his su
periors. When he was 22 years old,
he was made chief telegrapher of the
Noth Platte division, a position
generally held by senior employes.
Save a Little.
Gurdon W. Wattles earned enough
money teaching school in Iowa to
make early investments in land. He
became interested in large business
enterprises in Omaha and today he
holds official positions with business
and hanking firms. "I owe my suc
cess in life to the lessons of frugali
ty and economy which I learned in
the school of necessity when a boy,"
he said.
Must Apply Yourself.
"You must put genuine, just ap-.
plication to your work in order to
gain success financially or socially,"
Mr. Jeffers advises the American
boy. "I like to ee a fellow who is
red-blooded, who has nerve when it
comes to a matter of princ:ple, and
who has the initiative and confidence
in himself to do things," he said. '
Shoveled Coal. ,
The record of N. II. Loomis
toward his goal of financial success
is a series of responsible tasks, study
and hand work, ) inspired by New
Year resikrfions. Like the genuine
American boy, he was proud of -his
first earned dollar. He shoveled coal
for the "standard," then as an invest
ment of good will and brotherly love,
he gave it to his brother.
Thirty-four years ago he entered
the law offices of j the Union Pacific
railroad in Salina! Kan. He was a
clerk and stenographer under the ' j'
late J. P. Usher, nationally known
lawyer and secretary of the interior
in Abraham Lincoln's cabinet. Dur
ing his employment in the law of
fices, he studied for the profession.
His first investment that netted
much, was in a cow and a pig. "Both
got along very well," he said.
Smiles and 6ptimism.
-0. T. Eastman, manager of the
Federal Reserve bank, owes his suc
cess to smiles and optimism. "I will
smile and be optimistic all the time;
it earns money and friends," he re
solved. "One sure bet for a suc
cess in life from now on," he said,
"is investment in war savings
stamps. At the present time tliaf
advice has more followers than the
golden rule."
thoughtfully, "that the ghosts aren't
here."
It was evident that Graham
wished to speak to Bobby and
Katherine alone, so the Panamanian
strolled back to the automobile. .
Graham's embarrassment made them
all uncomfortable. . . j
"You have net said much' to me,'
Katherine." he began. "Is it be-'
cause I practically lied to Bobby,
trying to keep you apart?"
She tried to smile.
"I, too, must ask forgiveness. I
shouldn't have spoken to you as I
did the oUier night in the hall, but
I thought, because you saw . Bobby
and I had come together, that you
had spied on me, had deliberately-;
tricked me, knowing the evidence
was in my room. Of course you
did try to help Bobby."
"Yes," he said, "and I 'tried tc
help you that night. I wis sure
you were innocent. I believed the.
best way to prove it to them was to;
let them search. iThe two of you
have nothing worse than jealousy tor
reproach me with."
In a sense it pieasd Bobby that
Graham, who-liad always made him,
feel unworthy in Katherine's pres
ence, should confess himself not
beyond reproach. .
"Come, Hartley," he cried, "I was'
beginning to think you were per'
feet. We'll get along all the better
the three of us, for having, had it
out."
Graham murmured his thanks. He
joined Paredes and Maria in th
automobile. As they drove off Par
edes turned. His face, as he waved
a languid farewell, was quite with
out expression. ' ,
Bobby, and Katherine were. hit .
alone to the thicket and the old
house. After a time they walked
through the court and from he
shadow of the time-stained, melan
choly walls. At the curve of the
driveway .they paused and looked
back. The shroud of loneliness and
abandonment descending upon the";
Cedars became for them nearly pon-
derable! So they turned from that
brooding pictuure, and hand in hand
walked out of the forest into tl
friendly and welcoming sunlight "-
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