THE BEE: OMAHA. FRIDAY. DECEMBER 10, 1920.
13
THE DARK HORSE.
By LILY WANDEL.
The party was in full swiiir in the
upstairs parlor of the "Dark Horse."
a country road house where even in
prohibition davs a ay time could
be had, but WaUy, rhe fian cee of
the host, Bob Greenwood, had
slipped out unnoticed for a moment's
fresh air. She climbed into the front
seat of Bob's car and leaned back
meaning only to stay a few minutes.
Somehow she wished that Bob were
at her side instead of with the laugh
ing crowd inside. Oh, not bad any
. of them, his friends and hers, gal
loping after a continuous Rood time,
like Bob and herself. It was all
going to be very different after they
were married, she promised -herself
that, and she wished she was quite
sure Bob felt the same. Tomorrow
they -were to be married and this
was a sort of farewell party to
frivolous times. She had wanted this
evening all to themselves, to talk
over many things, but Bob had In
sisted on having the crowd along for
a big time. There was so much she
wanted to tell him alone, that she
did not want to go back to the stage
it did not fit in with the new life
she wanted to lead.
The soft petals of darkness seem
to kiss and comfort her and she
decided not to return to the party.
Presently Bob would miss her and
find her out here. Then in the great
stillness of the country night they
would have their talk. She would
tell him of her secret plans the
little suburban home the babies and
pverythin. Hopefully she looked
at the "Dark Horse" and as she
i. .1 l...
waiica ncr inougius ran uau iu
her girlhood days. The placid life
with her grave, old-fashioned par
ents, her domineering brother and
her darling gentle sister. An unac
countable longing seized her for all
those quiet things for the routine
of that life which then fiad seemed
so unbearably monotonous. She
thought of the sweet, clean atmos
phere of their home she wanted
'her home and Bob's to be like that.
She wanted her children to grow
up in such a home as 6he remem
bered. Back came the details of
liar parents' death, the selling of
the old place, the dividing of the
inheritance and then her daring to
voice a long suppressed desire to
try for the stage. 'The wHole ugly
scene with her .brother came tum
bling back, his harsh words and theii
the pleadings of her soft-voiced sis
ter. The secret packing of her bag
and the flight!,'
, Now and then as the night grew
-older the end of a high laugh pierced
the tightly closed shutters of the
"Dark Horse" and reached Wall?
ears. She would look away with
half-frightened, disgusted eyes. - Thel
party it seemed so coarse com
pared with the clean loveliness of
the night. She no longer wished
for Bob's presence, instead longing
filled her to get away. The chill
dampness of early hours came with
I clammy penetration and the cold
fii.. 4n-intiiif1 itMtVi a brent Innpcnm.
iess, made Wally crave a refugee
. ... .. . , . , i. . ,
ft. UUnUIOM UKlll UlUUKUl "tl IU a
quick erect posture. 'A long-lined
roadster slid slowy toward ncr. sne
saw the indistinct outlines of a man
at the wheel and watched him
crunch on his brake and bring his
wrist watch under, a tiny bulb of
light.
WaUy saw him about to release
his brake and slip' away into the
darkness, and like a flash, shot a
white arm across the door of his
car.
"Arc you going past Paxonia sta
tion?" '
He gave her a quick searching
glance and thpn as , though well
pleased with her young beautiful
face simply opened the door and mo
tioned to the seat beside him.
The thing was done. The "Dark
Horse" almost instantly, lost to view
as the swept into the main road.
"You are Wally Eames of the
Revue, aren't you?" the man was
asking.
"Oh, you have seen my picture in
the bunuay editions, sue iaugnea
back, "but my real name is Mary
Delbar.- Oh, please don't miss the
station," she added anxiously as he
increased the speed.
She looked sjde-wa; s at her driv
en lor a seconu to reassure nersen.
His was a different face than Bob's.i
The clear eye and tanned skm- did
ii ot speak of gay parties. But there
was something in the very deter
mined cut of his chin and lips that
struck fear in-Wally's heart. '
Stop, stop! As the faint lights of
Paxonia depot came to view and as
auicklv faded out. But he shook off
e aetatmnK nneers ana presseu nis
. . ' f i
lOt on tne accelerator.
fell limply back in her seat and ut
terly exhausted from a series of fes
tivities and lack of sleep she could
not muster, a singl idea of resist
ance. 1 - ' . ' y -The
man kept his keen eyes on
WHY?
Do We Get "Ou of Breath"
Frm Exertion?
(Copyright. 1920, by The Wheeler
Syndicate, Inc.)
The act of running, or any
Other exertion which the body is
not ordinarily called upon to per
form, starts a circle of actions
which are involuntary but neces
sary. The heart pumps more
blood into the arteries in order
to supply the necessary power to
the different parts of the body.
The arteries send more blood
back into the heart, and this must
be purified ,by the lungs before
being reused. To effect the
purification of this abnormal
amount of blood, the lungs need
more air. Thus we have to
breathe faster, and unless we are
in the best of training unless the
body is capable of supplying the
needs of the lungs as fast as this
need becomes apparent we
soon get "out of wind." a condi
tion 'which is nothing more nor
less than a call from Ihe inter
ior of the body for more air than
we can supply.
If -the attempt to meet this de
mand is continued for a suffi
cient length of time, however, we
get a "second wind." ' Iti other
words, the body adjusts itself to
the available supply, and makes
th best possible i-s: of it.
THE GUMPS
A MVSHTS ET
cjeR. vsce sue 53T.wkt
IV
More Truth
By JAMES J.
COLLECTIVE
Fifty Pari playwrights, hitherto unsuccessful, are now collaborating on a single
ply.
The playwrights we have over here, " . . . ..
When managers hoot at their plays,.
Go into some other career t
Or starve to the end of their days. 4
For what can a, dramatist do but despair ' , . x
t And be numbered among the forgotten, ,
When a heavy jowled gent in a manager's chair ' "5
Declares that his drama is rotten? -, - , , - ;
But over in joyous Paree ! ' ' ' , .' ,
They work in a different way; . ' . j
No matter how awful may be , . ' ; '
. The average dramatist's play, , ' v - 7,
No matter how often it's handed the raiz, . ;
For dialogue, plot and construction, " I .
Or listed as lacking in ginger and jazz,, .- ' v i
They manage t get a production. ; , ; " "v -
The playwrights unite in a mob,
As many as fifty engage . , ' .'
At a time on the intricate job . . -! : , . y f . ;
Of writing a play on the stage. ' v i C ?
And then on the manager all of them call , ;f j - V
And threaten to put on a riot y " ' '
,And all of the managers hurriedly fall " i f
For the play they have written and bry it. .
" ... -i v. '
Their tragedies may lack the punch, t;
Their comedies may .hot be funny, .1 ' , . . "'
But what cares the dramatist bunch ' '
As lone as they bring in the money. . I N
- They sit back and smile as the royalty mounts
To a figure' that's fine and exciting,
For they've learned that "with plays it's the selling that counts, 4
As much if not more than the writing. , V
- ' NEUTRALIZATION 1 '
Ten thousand Russians are going to Mexico. Now if ten thousand
Mexicans would go to Russia there might be a little hope of world peace,
, REAL ROUGH STUFF -'-1
t
Hereafter movie scenario writers who want to get zip into the films
will abandon the wild west and lay their scenes on Fifth avenue,', New
York City.
1 " : DISMAL PROSPECT- J
If hereafter nobody is allowed to work on Sunday, what are the
poor preachers going to do for a livelihood?.,,
' (Copyright, 1920, By The Bell Syndicate, Inc.)
the road and never slackened his
speed until they turned into what
seemed to be a private road. It
struck a new terror in. Wally's faint
heart. He stopped the car. jumped
quickly to the ground and opened
thexdoor for her to alight. She felt
the firm cool pressure, of his fingers
on her arras and frightened, ex
hausted, made a poor attempt to
step down and crumpled like 3
wilted flower.
Unceremoniously he slipped his
armsunder her knees and shoulders
and vbore her to the house. Her cheex
dropped against the rough tweed oi
his coat and the faint masculine mix
ture of eau de cologne and cigarets
filled her nostrils. She was beyond
resisting, she- could have fallen
asleep in his arms. '
Suddenly she was disappointingly
aware of being deposited upon a sofa
and a cool drink held to her lips.
She opened her eyes, ctnsciouS ofa
keen desire to see her kidnaper in.,
a good light, but ja woman's1 dfess
blocked, the view. Wally raised hp-,
eyes and swiftly she was on- her feet
with a little cry of tender joy.' -i
"Mary!" the woman's voice was
repeating again and again,, holding
the girl close to her breast.
They were quite alone in the
room; .the kidnaper had disappeared.
Wally cuddled up on her sister's lap,
her head on the other's shoulder.
"But I simply can't understand it,
Beulah,". she whispered huskily.
"It's -ery" simple," explained the
sister, "I read of your engagement
in the Sunday papers, oh, you could
do everything, little wild sister, but
not ruin your life and marry that no
torious Greenwood. I Spoke it over
with my husband, dear, but we
could not ree a way to stop it and
we did not know your address. Then
in sailed Wheeler, my husband's
younger brother. He said he knew
Greenwood's retreats and he would
make an attempt to find you and
persuade you to see me, at least, I
sruess he had been to a half a dozen
places when by accident he "
"Oh, interrupted vvaiiy Dreatn
Icssly, "then he isn't your husband?"
"No, but, Mary, is it true that you
are to be married tomorrow to that
Greenwood man?" -? There was a
piteous pleading in the low voice.
Wally cuddled closer, winding her
white, arms around lwr sister's satiny
neck, and answered grayely,v"ruy
engagement is broken and' if you'll
have me, I'll stay" here with you."
Divorce Court
IMroree Peeiwi
Ina. Lilly from Ellitk Lllh' cruoliy.
- niTOrr Petlllori.
Thtodosla Drake va. Benjamin Drake,
cruelty. ,
Allen Sawyer vs. Lillian Sawyer, deser
tion.. Gortmde Wenhtyighnff va.' OS'-ar Win
nlnshoff, cruelty.
4,!one Tuffleld vs. Loin Tuftteld, cruelty.
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SfcE "TWrOT .PNK CXMBllAC'ON THE
i ... . i i i
'A '
a . v r S . v r
T?.lll1
Than Poetry ;:
MONTAGUE
BARGAINING
, By his Traffic Safety Committee
When you aj driving an automo
bile and crpssing an intersection at
which there is a traffic officer, if
you would avoid an accident, it is
your duty to follow the signal that
he gives you.
The traffic officer is on the inter
section for the sole purpose of pro
tecting you and the public, How
ever, don't depend entirely on the
officer. Be cautious. Look up and
down the street to see that the way
is clear, even if the officer has giyen
the clearance signal. '
You are in duty bound to signal
to the traffic officer. If you intend
to turn to the right, or the left, give
the-, officer the signal, and this sig
nal, so given, will convey to drivers
behind you the direction that you
intend to take. ' V-
Don't attempt to back your car
on a crowded street, or at a street
intersection. If you do the chances
are that you are going to have an
accident, as the driver behind you
lias rib way of protecting himself
from your carelessness. , v
I'M THE GUY
I'm tne Guy who is always telling
of his conquests among the fair
sex. - . '
Why shouldn't I? I want every
one to get the impression that I'm
very poular with the ladies. And 1
am, too . I simply can't keep them
away from me. Whenever I go out,
every girl I see on the street tries
to make me. But of ccArse I ignore
them, I'm fussy, I am. J-
All the girls I'm introduced to in
vite me to call on them; in fact they
insist. After I visit once'dr twice;'. I
have hard work to free myself, of en
tanglements, for they all chase me.
I don't know what it is that .at
tracts them. I can't exactly say I
am handsome or well set-tip, but f"ve
got to admit it; they all fall for me;
Don't you tike to listen to me tell
you about the way I knock 'em dead?
Well, you don't have to. I'm not
asking 'you to. How can I help it
if the girls are always on my trail.
I'm not conceited, and don't you say
I am. You'd like to be popular; but
you are not that's what makes you
sore.
;C'oiyiitfht, 1P:0, Ttloni)uti Ffature SvrvlceA
have YOU SEEN THE NEW COAT?
KHOVW NNVfcfc bON&
5LEtPY-TIME TALCS
THE TALE OF
FATTY
COON
SCOTT BAILEY
CHAPTER III. "
Fatty Discovers Mrs. Turtle's Secret.
After hi? adventure with the.gbs
hawk Fatty Coon did- not go near
the tree-tops for a long time. When
ever he left home he would . crawl
down the old poplar tree in which
hhe lived; and he wouldn't climb a
single tree until he came home
again. Somehow, he felt safer on
first she dug a hob in the sand
4he ground". You see he hadn't for-
gotten me irignt ne naa( naa, nor
how the goshawk's claws' had hurt
his back. . .
It was just three days after his
scare, to be exact, when Fatty Coon
found himself, on the bank of the
creek which flowed slowly into Swift
riyer. Fatty had been looking for
frogs, but he had had no luck at all.
To tell the truth, Fatty was a little
too young to catch frogs easily,' even
when he found one; and he was a
good deal too fat, for he was ,so
plump that he was not very spry.
Now; Fatty was hiding' behind
some tall rushes, and his sharp lit
tle eyes were looking all about him,
and his nose was twitching as he
sniffed the air. He wished he might
find a frcg. But not one frog ap
peared. Fatty began to think that
some other coon must have visited
thercreek just before him and caught
them all And then he, forgot all
about frogs.
Yes! Frogs passed completely out
of Fatty Coon's mind. For whom
should he soy but Mrs. Turtle I He
saw her little black head first, bob
bing along through tne water of the
creek. She was swimming toward
the bank where Fatty was hidden.
And, pretty soon she pulled herself
out of the water and waddled a short
distance along the sand at the edge
of the creek.
Mrs. Turtle stopped then; and for
a few minutes she was very busy
about something. Rirst she dug a
hole in the sand. ' Arid Fatty wond
ered what she was looking for. But
he kept very quiet. And after a
time Mrs. Turtle splashed into the
Creek again and paddled away. But
before she left she scooped sand into
the hole she had dug. Before she
left the place she looked all around,
as if to make sure that no one had
seen her. And, as she waddled slow
ly to the water Fatty could see that
she was. smiling as if she was very
Smoking Cabinets.
Smoking Sets
At Falling Barometer
Prices at Bowen's.
A large, ajid complete
line of Smoking Cabinets,
Smoking Sets and Smok
ing Stands, that must be
seen to be appreciated.
If it is" that you are look
ing for a Gift for HIM
you should see this splen
did line at the Greater
Bowen Store.
We have them in dif
ferent woods and differ
ent finishes, and forty
five different styles-and
designs to choose from.
You surely would do
yourself an injustice by
not seeeing this well, dis
played line befoe your
purchase is made, "
Reduced prices , that
we have right now on
these cabinet ara so low
that , you would be sur
prised to see what a few
dollars will do in the pur
chase of a real smoking
stand, which he will ap
preciate. , j
And, as usual,, you'
make your own terms.
. Advertisement
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well pleased about something. She
seemed to havfc a secret. ; ' ; r .
Fatty Coon had grown very cur
ious, as he watched Mrs. Turtle.
And just as soon as she was out
of sight he came out from his hid
ing place in ahe tall reeds and
trotted down to the edge' of the
creek. He went straight to the spot
where Mrs. Turtle had dug the. hole
and filled it up jgain. AAd Fatty
was so eager to know what she had
been doing that he began to' dig in
the very spot where' Mrs. Turtla had
dug before him. : "; l -
It took Fatty Coon only about six
seconds : to ' discover Mrs Turtle's
secret. vFor he did not have 'to' paw
away , much, of the sand befor'he
came upon whaj do you suppose?
Eggsl Turtles' eggs! Twenty seven
round, white eggs, which Mrs.
Turtle had left there in the warm
sand to hatch. That was why she
looked all around to make sure that
no one saw her. That was why she
seemed so pleased. For Mrs. Turtle
fully expected that after a time 27
little turtles would hatch from those
f ggs just as chickens' do and dig
their way out of the sand. ; y
But it never happened that way at
all. For as soon as he. got over his
surprise at seeing them, Fatty Coon
began at once to eat those 27 eggs.
They were delicious. And as he fin
ished the last one he couldn't help
thinking how lty:ky he bad been.
(Copyright, GroHset ft Dunlap.) j
Parents Problems
Is it wise to allow children to buy
their school lunches at school, or is
it better- to put up lunch for them
at home?
This dcpend entirely upon the
type of lunch Served at the school,
and (the type put up at home, and
the relative wepense. Whichever is
the better lunch is the wiser one
if' it can be afforded.
AMUSEMENTS.
TONIGHT antd
Sat. Matinee
K. L. Erlanger
Presantl the
Diatingulshad
Actor
OlcotT
III a Faacinating, Romantic . Comedy
MACUSHLA
Hear Olcott'a
Songa
Sunday, Monday
Tuea. Wed.
A Bruiiant Muaical Comedy
CAY AV?ICAL SfJCM
BtWTClJIAO
New York and Chicago Company.
There ia no Other.
December 19, 20, 21, 22;
Nights of Sunday, Monday,
Tuetday, Wednesday. Wed
nesday Matinee Only.
No Other City in the State Will be
Visited.
SALE OPENS MONDAY, DEC. 13,
RICHARD WALTON TULLY
Presents
THE CREAT AMERICAN ACTOR
GUY BATES
POST
- IN
"THE MASQUERADER"
Original cast and production In
tact, on transcontinental tour, in
cluding the lnacsive double revolv
ing stages, thematic music, two
complete mechanical crews, triple
electrical equipment, requires three
cars to transport. -
How to Order Tickets by Mail
Send check or postoffice money
order to manager of the theater for
the amount, of ticket purchased,
PLUS war tax of 10 per cent. En
close a self-addressed stamped en
velope to avoid error in name or ad
dress. Mail orders filled in order
-eceived. You thus avoid waiting
in "ne at he ticket window.
Prices.! $3, C- BO, $2, $1.30, $1
Xlly Matinee 2sl5 Every Night 8:15
NNETTE fe"
KELLERMAN Mealy A Mont
rose Chester, Morgan Co.; Story 4
Clark; Charles Henry's Pets; Cordon A
Day; Topics of the Day; Kinograms.
Mitlntts ISc to 50c; soma 75c and $1
Sat. and Sun. Nights ISc to $1.25.
TWO
I- FT U II SHOWS
kllll llUtftf in
ONE
REVUE DE LUXE, Miniature Musi
cal Comedyi MURRY K. HILL, Die.
lect Comedian; CALLARINI SISTERS,
Music Combined with ' Personality;
PAUL LEVAN MILLER. "Treat
'Em Rough"; Photoplay Attraction,
"Her Unwilling Husband," featuring
Blanche Sweet. Fatty Arbuckla Com
edy. Fox News.
"OMAHA'S FUN CENTER"
5rfr'c'a Nites 25, 50, 75, $1
LAST TIMES TODAY, 2:15, 8:30
1Tf?JT Powder Puff Revue
Tomorrow (Saturday) Matinee and Week
Jack Sinjer't Show TSJW. T
LADIES' DIME MATINEE WEEK DAYS
Drawn for
ALL '
UNN&
ANt
Dog Hill: Paragrafs
By George Bingham
The Tickville town marshal -has
about made up his mind to, resign
as there is 110 place to stay at nights
since the livery stable went out of
business.
.. Salem Barlow, our eccentric banjo
picker, looked up and spoke to a
person, yesterday.
Sidney Hocks says a lot of them
PHOTOPLAYS.
WHAT
IS DT
?
THAT
COMES
ONCE
TO
EVERY
WOMAN
Love, Marriage, the hun
. ger of children ? or the
sacrifice of unselfishness?
You'll Know When You
See -
DOROTHY
PHILLIPS
in
"ONCE
TO EVERY
WOMAN"
The Mighty Drama of a
Woman's Ambitions Now
Playing at the j s
Just Two Days More
THE HUMAN APE
TTARZAH
U (HIMSELF)
doming, In Person
C sua
REFRESHMENTS
SERVED AT POPULAR
PRICES
Special
Cabaret Features
ADMISSION
Open From 11:30 A. M. to
1 A. M.
fill!
DANCING fi
The Bee by Sidney Smith.
SEVTEP - 6CTSDK
VWAPS OFF- I CAH
HER SAY- OW, VIT? 0
AMt THEN THE "FAHvCiH WoW
"ST ACTS SHCLL VNEMS.TH
OVT OF TVfCT COK
MAKES NOHW JCALOOS
HVJSWAN&S yKX
told him times would be better after
the election, but that he lacks about
$3 now of having as much as he
had then.
K. of C. Holds Banquet.
Columbus, Neb., Dec.' 9. (Spe
cial) The , Knights of Columbus
held their annual fourth degree ban
quet here. Judge Corcoran of York
made the principal address.
PHOTOPLAYS.
STARTING
SATUkDAY
s
m
mm
In the Terrific Drama of '
a Man Who Went Through
Hell to Prove His Courage
THE
SCUTTLERS
Last Times Today"GOING SOME"
NOW PLAYING
"DICJTV"
WESLEY BARRY
Also'
'Snooky," the Humanzee
in
"A TRAY FULL OF
TROUBLE"
"II Guarany" Overture
New Rialto Orchestra
Harry Brader, Conductor '
Julius K. Johnson at the Organ
-L.
THOMAS MEIGHAN
In William Js Mills's OHsrinf
"Conrad in Quest
of His Youth"
A Cltver, Present-Day Story
ANNETTE
KELLERM AN
World's Most Perfect Woman, In
Slow Motion Pictures, Analysing
the beauty in
THE ART OF DIVING
SILVERMAN'S ORCHESTRA
Play Ins a Request Overture
A HUNTING SCENE
- s i m i w 1
COMING TO THE
MOON
CHRISTMAS DAY
Coirtmon Sense
Learn a Bit More.
J. J. MUNDY.
Did you e,ver make a list of the
subjects, relative to the work in
which you are engage of which you
know nothing? :
Do this sometime and you will be
surprised at how little you really
know of your chosen life work.
The result of your" self-investigation
maytbe reason for your seeming
standstill or falling back in the line
of steady and successful progress.
A fair conception of what concerns
your work, but not enough definite
workable knowledge, not enough
getting down to tangible facts and
the relation of each to your daily
work is your trouble.
It in not sufficient for you to be
familiar with just what appertains
to the part of the work you have
to do in your department if you
would lipid an executive job.
It is all the lines which lead to
your marketable article which you
should understand thoroughly and
fair conception of where the next
step in advance of your present out
put should come that makes the
valuable worker.
In other words, be a student and a
thinker as .well as a practical work
er. One good, valuable thought paves
the way in your mind for two more,
and the ball is rolling and youwill
go with it to the top. It rests with
you.
Copyright, 192! by International Feature
Sorvlee, Inc.
PHOTOPLAYS.
STARTING
SATURDAY
Today and Saturday
THE
GREAT
T
'From the famous Satur
day Evening Post story
by Ben Ames Williams.
f and Every Night Next
week
' ' At the
SQ0G9
The Seasons Comedy Hit
"IT'S A GREAT LIFE"
BEATTY'S
Co-Operative
Cafeterias
Pay Dividends to Thoaa Wt
Do tha Work
n nn
uvil Y
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