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12 THEl BEE: OMAHA. TUESDAY, NOVEMBER ,"30. 1920. Holding a Husband Adele Garrison's New Phase of . Revelations of a Wife Tht Surprise Madfe Sprung on Dicky. For a tense minute after Dicky an nounced his tremtjndous. news there was absolute science. I think Mother Graham Mas too stunned to speak, and while the announcement only confirmed to me the vague fears I fttd experienced since Dicky told me of the "surprise" he was going to give me, yet' the realization that my fyome was gone crashed against my pirits as a physical blow might have done against my body. Mother Graham was the first to speak. Indeed, I was in the mental state where I could not speak if I would, and certainly would not if I could. Fierce primitive rage against my husband was having its way with tne. That he should dare to sell our home without consulting me,! "Sold the Marvin house!" Mother Graham ejaculatedf"Sotd my home! What do you mean? ( Have you gone ;nsane?" s X ,! "Never was more clear-headed in my life," Dicky said defiantlyTbut I aw that he was looking furtively trcun his mother to me, and. that he was palpably disturbed by our recep tion of his news. "You don't seem to grasp what I got for it. . Didn't you 'hear? Twenty thousanff bucks, iron men, simoleons " "Quit that foolery!" his mother iaid sharply. "It doesn't matter if you got million dollars for it, you had no right to sell it without con sulting me or Margaret," she add ed, lamely, as an after thought. "Don't Weaken, Margaret." Dicky threw up his head arro Ranfly. , "I bought it, didn't , with my own hard-earned money? I guess I have a right to sell it if I get a chance like this without running home to ask ny woman's consenf." Across the fog of my wrath struck the gleam of an illuminating, whimsi cal thought, one which I caught, im prisoned, .turned into a weapon. "The bargain is all completed, I . suppose?" I asked meekly. 'A11 but the signing of the papers," " J'Jicky answered. "Ihe man who bought it has left it in the hands of an attorney down here, as he had to ro back north today, and he will send the money right back, so as soon as 1 sign the papers I'll get the maz u ma." ,. My mother-in-law's eye caught mine, with a grim comprehension. She knew as well as I did Dicky's absolute ignorance of ordinary busi ness matters, a fault common to .the fcrtistic temperament, and she, also, realized what a pit he was uncon sciously digging for himself. "Don't weaken, Margaret," she rautioned. "N'o matter how much he pleads.- He's brought it on himself." Dicky looked from one to the ether of us, his face the picture of puzzled amazement. "What the devil!" he exploded. "What's all this tommyrot? What's Margaret got to do ruth selling the k house?" Dicky It Determined. "Better ask her," his mother sug gested slvly. "I will." He turned to me vehe mently. "What Is all this tomfool ery, anyway?" f "Simply that you canot sell th.c house no one will buy it unless my signature is attached to the deed, and that I do not intend to give. At least, I shall consider the matter " very carefully before consenting." I made my voice as matter-of-fact as if I were declining a proffered piece of bread at the dinner table, and bent indifferently over my sew ing as I finished, but not before I had caught grim but mirthful ap proval in my mother-in-law's eyes. Dicky sat silent for a minute, then sprang to his feet so vehemently that he almost overturned his chair. "Richard, I beg you to remember that I am stjll an invalid." his mother remarked frigidly, and I saw with a savage glee that only a wom an can understand, that she had in deed joined forces with me to make the recreant Dicky as uncomfortable s possible. "I beg your pardon,' mother," he said perfunctorily, then hurried into txcited socech. "Of all the bunk I ever heard in my life, that's the limit!" he said scornfully. "I suppose you think you're the original little Cutie, Springing a bluff lik. that.. Well, right here's where you fall down! You don't get away with anything ' like that where I'm concerned, and .don't you forget it. I'm going right ahead and sell the house and get the money without your ladyship having - '.o put a pen to paper." "I wish you joy of your job," his mother said dryly. "Have you got this bee in your bonnet, too?" picky demanded, too excited .o be respectful. "I have nothing to reply to- any ipisrespectful remark like that'," his mother declared, in her most 'im pressive manner, "except to'qall to your attention 'the class of people who will have no other teacher but ?xperienc." ' ' "That's right, call tue a fool," her son .muttered pettishly, as he swung 'out of 'the room,, " But I saw that his eyes - were .'troubled, and I knew that his tnolher's unexpected backing of my position had, made hitn secretly un Sasy. s (Continued Tomorrow.) I I'M THE GUY I,'M THE GUY who dashes madly . tbout the office. - I'm busy. I am so busy. I've not rven time to look where I'm going. . That's why I'm always on the run. Of course, I'm not really busy, but I find if you want to get a reputation for being a live wire you've got to Veep everlastingly moving. I always carry a book or a paper in my hand as I execute my mad dashes. And I'm careful not to mix ith the bovs- They'd 8et wise to me too quickly. So I manage to keep myself a mystery with everyone In the concern. My real work, however, gets but little attention from me. I'm too busy throwing the bluff. What's it of your business if I rush Sell-mell for election all the time? That's ny lookout. Don't always ' complain that you have to do my ivork. If you think you've got a ' real kick, tell fhe boss; But he woji't " believe you. I've got him bluffed. So you might as well grin and admit I'm a hustler. ..mtaafinlLV THE GUMPS , n ' VZ ioT riiN ALL ttLt Jf ) 4 POU AR "WE SHOW- 0t ;V TcOLoUO' Tt Otf 64 Tl A TTAct T C.VT NOVW tW CLCrrVte AMD MEW I f0. "TMt OOVtRHJriewT 8 A7i RD16E CALU EM A POWY CHCRJS- J SOrAE"miNC "TO CAT" ANO T?e.FOe&, viFABLV BOYWY MFO F.rHTV mYt t TUM VlOOsTTa L UK( HORSE'S VOU CAN SEAT VoUfcSEi.r AND W?AP NlARLx HCW. CETOCS W. TWO TICKT , " CAH jo ANYTHING VT SvNS ANI I K NAO,f,rj AcOUNr voup neck: , FUR COAT- TROUBLE OF A WSICAU CDMtW- 5 ff Vw ! JO S CW!6E n VS VMttt NOO GFT VEM ALU A HALF POZCK VAVPEVILLt A.-tfT -s Now ' MA,PS Ifc AGAINST VOO THE PRICES ON ) tUP VP Thm YwtX VWAKT I I've SEEN TOR SoV A &X OF SACK fTTm ' -p I TMC BlU. OF LOOK" LIKE. J V To oo out s conne owt Dew- vn a wrte WiB I, 1 1 f number on a box car. J V y V -T TAHT At A PAIR ZdJ l!.. f rS? , hi -. H JJ''' JJ LSL&EPY-TI CHAPTER XIIi A Ride to the Miller's. Do you know about the time Johnnie Green and his grandmother and Sandy Chipmunk started for the I here was Sandg Chipmunk the bag. miller's with a sack of wheat to be ground? If you never heartl the story, this is the way it happened and if you have heard it, it hap pened this way, just the same: Farmer Green's wife had iToticcd that the flour in her Hour-barrel was getting low. So . one morning Farmer Green pulled a wagon from under a shed and set a big bag of wheat in it, behind the seat. Then he went into the house to get a piece of string with which to tic the bag. Farmer Green hadn't seen a pair of bright eyes Sbat were watching him from the fence uiearby. And he didn't know that as soon as he started to cross the barnyard, Sandy Chiphmunk stole up to the wagon, climbed into it, and crept inside 'the open baft of wheat. Now, Sandy had not had his breakfast. So he began at once to eat heartily of the wheat kernels, believing that after he had had a good meal it would be time enough to think of carrying some of the wheat away to his house. He only hoped that no one would take the bag away until he had removed all the wheat. There was enough of it he was sure to last him for any number of winters. Now, you must liot think that Sandy was greedy, because , he wanted all that wheat. He intended all the time to leave the" bag for Farmer Green. ' , ' The wheat tasted so good that Sandy Chipmunk could think of nothing else. So lhe never heard Johnnie Green's father when he came back from the house. And before Sandy knew what was hap pening. Fanner Green had reached into the wagon, drawn the mouth of the bag together, anU tied it hard and fast. There was Sandy Chipmunk, in side the bag. And he was so fright ened that he couldn't fat another mouthful. H just shivered and shook, while Farmer Green went into the barn, led out an old, slow horse called Ebenezer, and har nessed him to the wagon. Then Johnnie Green and nis grandmother came out and' seated tnemsclvcs in the wagon. Farmer Green gave Johnnie the reins; and Ebenezer started jogging down the road toward the millet's, .with Johnnie's old straw hat and his grandmother' sunbonnet bobbing WHY- Can We "See Our Breath" on a Cold Day? (Copyright, 19:o. by The Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.) The phenomenon commonly re ferred to as "seeing one's breath" is really mis-named, inasmuch as we do not see all our breath, but merely the moisture in it. On a warm, dry day this moisture "is 4aken up by the air, and mixes with the surrounding atmosphere without any apparent change. Tn cold weather, however, it con denses like a cloud, and is visi ble to the eye precisely as the clouds are visible. It sometimes happens on a damp, foggy day, in summer we can also "see our breath," though the temperature is not nearly cold enough to ap pear to warrant it. Here, how ever, it is not a question of cold as much as of the fact that the air contains a large quantity of moisture, and the additional water vapor hangs suspended for an appreciable time before being ab sorbed or blown, away. ' The same effect of the con densation of moisture is apparent at all times when we breathe on a mirror. The surface of the glass hoUls the vapor, and the cloudy appearance persists untjl the moisture lias had an oppor tunity to evaporate. - MterAr L ES THE TALE OF f ( r ill irv in BaPM SCOTTBAILEX, from side to side, and up and down, and backwards and forwards, as the wagon jolted over ruts and stones and thank-you-ma'ams which were small ridges built across the r6ad, to turn the writer into the ditch when it rained. Cowering inside thef bag, Sandy Chipmunk thought the earth was rocking, for he had never ridden in a wagoii before. Although the sick was a stout one, Sandy could easily have gnawed his way through it if 'he had not been too frightened to try. And there he stayed, while aH the time old Ebenezer kept plodding along toward the grist-mill. Johnnie Green and his grand mother, talking so near him, only alarmed Sandy all the more. And he thought he could not be more scared than he was. But all at once the wagon lurched forward and Grandmother Green screamed. And Johnnie began to cry "Whoa! whoa!" in a loud voice. Then Sandy Chipmunk began to shake harder than ever. He had uo idea what was happening. (Capj-riglit, Orosset & Dtinlap ) Dog Hill Paragrafs By George Bingham lhc livery stable at Tickville caught on fire Wednesday fight, but was put out, there being no insur ance. The depity constable made a fly ing trip to Musket Ridge yesterday where a cow had beer, stolen. He took his magnifying glass along with him, and says judging from the size of the cows tracks she must of been a whoppin big one. Sidney Hocks was a pleasant caller at the home of Miss Peachie Sims Sunday afternoon. But since then he learns that she tells them all the same thing. .ommon oense By J. J. MUNDY. Forgive and Forget. When you are disgusted, offended or lose faith in another . and abso lutely refuse to listen to an explana tion, should one be offcred,tdo you think you are doing the fair thing? To be sure, it is pretty hard to be lieve the protestations which are made sometimes to what seem irre futable facts and it takes a lot of Christian grace and incruitable self control to not appear suspicious.. However, it pays big to get your self in hand. After all ,thc offender, if guilty, is bound to suffer the most. Few persons but have a conscience of some sort. It may be-seared and callous, but it vprods at least once in a 'while; you do not have to know when, though you may wish you could sec some of the. writhing. Learn to put such unkind thoughts out of your mind and remember that while you are giving way to temper touched up by another, you are merely losing valuable time, "giving it to" one who is doubtless unworthy of so much effort on your part. So take the apology and go on. forgetting the cause, the pffense and the offender. Copyright. 1920. by International Feature Service. Inc. Woman Says She Learned Spouse Had Another Wife Margie Bereth married John Bereth September 17 of this year. Ai month later, she says in a peti tion for annulment of the marriage, filed" in district court yesterday, she found out that he has another wife. She left him at once. She asks to have her ujaidcu name. Derbie, re stored. V 'A new attachment permits smaller films to be usefl in a camera &la HO, HUM IT'S EDGAR EXPLAINS. By RUTH LOGAN. Some one has said that, the most objectionable way in which to begin a story is by saying 'some one has said.' Nevertheless some one has said that the business of explaining f is the most useless of all things; he j or she went further and gave his or i her reason for the remark. ' Edgar Horton had heard it. He ' believed it further. "An explanation is tl;e silliest thing in the world," hej had 'gone on record as quotmg.' "An innocent person has no tieed.to ex- I plain, and a guilty one' hangs fiirriself j by explaining." ' J A friend remonstrated with him to ! no avail. Edgar Horton was noth- 1 ing if not determined and he replied: j "There is no situation that I shall j ever feel called upon to explain." ' Whereupon he took a steamer to j Europe leaving his friends to wonder ! what the master of Great Oaks found ! tQ interest him over the waters. Hor- j ton, true to his creed, left the,m to j wondef. ! The friend mentioned above- was no other than Judge Paign, a life long friend of Edgar's and a man of considerable humor. He mentally put it down in the tablets of his memory that some day in some man ner he would force an explanation from the young millionaire. The owner had been gone seven weeks when Great Oaks was robbed. Alice, the cook, had caught a fleeting glimpse of the burglat as he van ished through the dining room win dows with all of the family silver and other valuables. Her descrip tion of the thief was given in detail. H was tall and very blonde, wore a slight suit, a soft hat and above all else could be recognized by the gash she cut across his forehead by the prompt firing of a paper weight that hit him squarely as he turned for a last glance buefore vanishing. Ihe day following the robbery Edgar Horton landed in New York and made a rush for Great Oaks, He arrived home at 8 o'clock in the evening, looked over the prem ises, learned that the burglar had not yet been apprehended and started forth again. At 11:30 he drove up in a cab to his front entrance, alighted and i started up the steps. He had forgotten his latch key. He went around to the side and began rais ing a window that opened onto the porch. A hand descended heavily upon his shoulder. "Come along," said the voice. "I've got you dead to rights and it's the lock-up for yours. "But " began Edgar and then recalled that Judge Paign would quite likely be the judge who would hear the case. He remembered the thing about not explaining and went along with the detective. The Judge's eyes widened as he saw Edgar enter the night court linked to the detective's wrist. "Good-morning," the Judge said soberly. j "Good-morning, Judge,", answered Edgar. "The Great Oaks burglar." an nounced the detective. "Gash and all. He came back for a second hawl. Came in a taxi, too." I saw the gash by the light of the car, be fore he got out. "What's your name? demandtd Tudee Paian. Edgar maintained a stubborn si lence. "What's your name?" thundered the Judge, again. No answer. "He's' a hard character," sug gested the detective. "You go to the devil," shouted Edgar. "Explain whether or not you were addressing the court." "I was addressing this general nuisance, your honor," replied Ed gar sullenly. The judge deliberated. He found himself in a difficult positi.011. He wanted to shut the young man up fc the night to show him the folly ot . r - , 1 : A retusing a simple cxpiauaiiun. .."Mr. John Doe, can you explain your whereabouts at the time of the robbery?" No answer. "I take it you cant. You tally ex actly with the description of the thief who robbed Mr. Edgar Horton's home recently. The thief is de scribed by Mr. Horton's cook as hav ing a wound on his forehead inflict ed by the firing of a paper weight. Can you explain why that gash on your forehead is not the gash she described?" . 1 "Let me ask you, judge, if it s-quite within reason t6 thirfk that a man robbed his own home?" "A man cannot rob. himself," ad mitted the judge. "But Mr. Mor ton's first maid testifies that the burglar robbed her of three pairs of silk stockings." Mr. Edward Horton flushed. "What would I want with three pairs of silk stockings?" "The court is not in the habit of submitting to a cathecism. Do you or do you not wish to explain hot; you happen to have that gash it your forehead?" "T do not," snarled Edgar finally. "Lock up the prisoner,'" an- nounced the judge. l&fHiit tflsnwt ft tstte fi&litfeiltlA ihieiisa fitaudsiar "'"ir ALL IN A LIFE More Truth By JAMES A SONG OF GLOOM I sympathize with poor Tom Moore Whose dear gazelle this life departed, And left its master flat, before , Its young career was really started, One's future happiness to dope But futile, profitless and rash is, Tomorrow blasts the rosiest hope And turns one's dreams to dust and ashes. For instance, when the Volstead Bill Imposed on bars the Nothing Doing, I practiced, though at first but ill, The unfamiliar art of brewing. To make the beverage at home I knew was regular and lawful, But it was mostly froth and foam, And oh! the taste was something awful! 1 - But I did not permit despair The hope within my souf to fetter, I made my blends with growing care And soon I found my beer was better. No longer my concoctions went , As soon as brewed, to feed the sewers; The stuff was really excellent In fact as good as any brewer's. But skies are never wholly clear; 'Neath every rose a thorn is hidden; The things I bought to The government has now forbidden. .For me, whose hopes once shone so bright. The coming years are dull and cheerless, I've bade my happiness good night For all my future must be beerless! j7rjS- yt i j Now Playing JfeL j WOman Charles Ray ALWAYS SOMETHING As soon as the high cost of living comes down, up goes the high cost of graft. OVERCROWDED With booze at a dollar a drink, thsre is a long waiting list for every ajiti-treating club. OPENING CHORUS FOR THE LEAGUrf)F NATIONS PROGRAM. "We shall meet, but we shall miss him ; There will be one vacant chair." (Copyright, 1920, By The Bell Syndicate, Inc.). man entered the court room with a tall blonde man, dressed in a light suit, a soft hat and a gash in his forehead. "Got him at 11 o'clock. judge. He's the man who robbed Great Oaks? Would have been here soon er, but we got in a taxi jam and couldn't .get through!" Then the policeman glanced across at Edgar Horton. "What's the idea?" .he cried. "That's the man who caught him. Slippery Elmer gave him a nasty cut on the forehead." "Prisoner responding to the name of John Doe is released," shouted the judge. "Lock him upf Henty. Wait a minute, Horton, I'll drop you off home." Arm in arm Horton and Jodge Paign sauntered from the court room. , "Almost made you explain that taif. How would you have liked to have all the morniug papers carry the story and a picture. Luck saved you not sense." "I'd have enjoyed it tremendous ly," replied EMgar. "You see, I went to Europe because that whimsical daughter of yours said she wouldn't marry me. Then I got a cable from her and came right home. I was down at your house tonight when the burglar got in." "The joke would have been on me," admitted the judge, grasping Edgar's hand. "And doesn't this night's work prove to you that an innocent man lias no need for explanations." "Not on your life. ' You may exr plain to me right here and now what vou mean-bv darinj to court my! daughter without my knowledge or consenl It is utterly bad form and I m not at all sure that I favor you as a possible son-in-law. Y'ou may explain to me in full why you con sider yourself worthy of my daugh ter. "Judge, I'm mighty sorry. Now, if youTll just listen I'll explain why I didn't consult you in the first place. It was rike this. I knew you favored Sedgwich Hays ad I know so much about ' that young bounder that I couldn't bear to see a fine girl like Hazel marry him " ,Judge Paign laughed outright and grasped Edgar's hand.. "That comes pretty close to being an explanation," he said. ''I'll compromise with you, my boy. I?'s only necessary to ex plain things to persons you have reason to tear." "I'll let that stand," was tht an swer. v" Lecture on Slovakia. The Rev. Joseph Krenek of the Central West Presbytery, will lec ture next Wednesday evening at 8 in the . Bohemian Presbyterian church, Fifteenth and Hickory streets, on the new religious move ment in Crecho-Slovakia. Rev. Mr. Krenek is just back from a years , Drawn for Than Poetry J. MONTAGUE make my beer . AM18EMKVTB. Nights, 60c to S2; Mat., SOc, 75c, $1 Thurt., Fri., A Sat., Dec. 2, 3, 4 SPECIAL SATURDAY MATINEE A WONDER GIRL SHOW KATZENJAMMER KIDS Muiie, Fun and Girl A-Plenty PRICES Night, SOc. 75c. $t & SI. 50 Matinee, 60c, 75c and $1.00 Entire Week Starting Next Sun., Dec, " 0 A. L. Erlanger ChaUltCey1 Distinguished American Actor In a Fascinating, Romantic Comedy MACUSHLA HeSongr Nights SOc to $2; Specially Priced Mat Brilliant Musical Burlesque Twice Daily week Mat. Today Final Performance Friday Nite Another at Progmilve Dave Marlon's Enterprises Return te Hit First Love, Burleiaue. by in.rh;: charlie Howard Recently featured with Raymond Hitchcock'! "Hltchy-Koo." and on the Bio Time Vsudevlllo Circuit! 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When he left, two suits 6f clothes, a suitcase and a wrist watch left with him, she reported to police. Suits Against Squatters. Suits against eight "squatters" in the vicinity of Thirteenth and Izard streets, were filed in district court yesterday by the city of Omaha, asking the court to order tUe "squat ters" to remove Uheir little Jiomes from city property. Limited engagement only so you'll have to hurry! Not a picture for false ly modest people! i photo n.Ava. j fffr' S'r j Everything a motion pic- j ture should be. One of the a most artistic and interesting pictures sjiown at any thea i ' ler this year. 7V. Y. World. 1 ! ELLIOTT DEXTER T Jk II MILTON SILLS j llslMAsl MABEL JULIENNE SCOTT "BEHOLD SlWll MY WIFE" 1 t I W V II . I ' R I I .1 body "An - A1J C L! J i i j uiu i aoiuuucu i ana Boy" , i v j j Tonight wet?. ! JWtll jJTOi WED. MATINEE j CTetiiSfl A. 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