THE BEE: OMAHA. MONDAY. APRIL ll. 1W2.
My Marriage
Problems
"Revelations of a Wife"
(Crifkt t:;
Th Wj "Anion Cmt to Brif i
"You uny ride on, Anton."
There u a crUpnot in the uiu
!Iy kindly voice of my neighbor,
Mr. feriggi, which male me wondrr
if he had noticed the scrutiny to
which I wit sure the man "Anton"
lubjretins nt. Hut I do not
lvlc toward the man, at lie olx-ynl
Mr. Urigg. 1 kept my tytt fixed
upon the (ace ft my neighbor.
"Ihee infernal fellow a are o im
pudent," Mr. Hriggi Mid angrily t
the man obeyed, and the aound ot
hi horie'a hoo(heat receded down
the road. "They atare at every new
fare ai if they never had teen a nu
man brine before. But what can we
poor country folk do? Talk about
unemployment. I tuppote there If
plenty of it in the city, but on the
farm well, you can ce for yourelt
what kind of men I have to hire,"
"He certainly isn't very prepoe
in," 1 answered, hopine that I
could keep my kindly neighbor In
conversation until 1 bad gleaned
what little he knew of the man ratl
ing himself Anion. "J he a native
oi this section?"
Mr. Briggi Explains,
I tried to make the question ap
pear the perfunctory inquiry of a
neighbor.
"I'd be tempted to move out of
the lection if he were," Mr. Uriggs
retorted with a grim little smile.
"No. he comes irom New York,
I believe, that is New York was his
last stopping place. I understand he
hasn't been over from the other side
ery long. Funny thing how I came
to get him, too. If I didn't know
the man who scut him I'd think he
had some axe to grind in sending
thi chop out to me."
From far down the road came the
faint purr of a motor. 1 clenched my
fingers into my palms involuntarily.
Suppose it were Dicky, and he
should reach me before Mr. Uriggs
had finished his casual recital which
meant so much to Lillian's plans.
"He's a big New York manufac
turer my acquaintance. I believe
he's some sort of philanthropist.
Anyway there are iiways a lot of
queer-looking people hanging around
his offices. And when I happened
to mention how hard it was to find
a man he told me of this chap, who,
it seems, was hurt in some fashion
you saw the bandage and has been
ill on account of it. My acquaintance
said the fellow needed outdoor air.
and he though would be a splendid
worker. Of course, I'm not running
a sanitarium, but, on the other hand,
my work isn't hard, so I said I'd give
this man a trial. But I'm very doubt
ful about him. He seems willing
enough, but there's something about
him"
Madge's Excuse.
The sound of the motor car was
so near now that it attracted Mr.
ta Brigg's attention, and he stopped
talking and looked up just as Dicky
drew up my car by the side of the
' wood path. But I felt that I had
no reason for complaint because of
any information I had missed.
Mr. Briggs evidently had told me
all he knew of the man who called
himself Anton. And I did not doubt
that when the ocassion should arise
it Vould be an easy matter to obtain
from him the name of Anton's form
er employer, the "philanthropist."
I had a fairly well-defined idea of
what sort of philanthropy Mr.
Briggs' "acquaintance" deah in. The
fact that the shrewd farmer had been
careful to use the word "acquaint
ance" instead of "friend" made me
sure that he would have no objection
' to giving any needed . information
concerning the, man who had sent
him Anton.
But. of course, all this was detail
for Lillian's ear Lillian's planning.
I had done all that I dared in getting
the information I had secured, and
I was delighted at having obtained
i: without an suspicion on the part
cf Mr. Briggs that I wanted it.
Although I w.-.s wildly impatient
to get back to Lillian with what I
had learned, I was firmly resolved
not to stir from the spot without
Dicky. I had too lively a recollec
tian of the fact that "Anton," or
"Smith" had most potent reasons for
desiring vengeance upon my hus
band. Dicky had knocked him down
for his behavior toward me, had af
terward captured and tied him up for
the state troopers. How he had es
caped those bonds was still a mys
tery, but that he would be murder
ously vengeful against Dicky I was
sure, and I made up my mind that
nothing would tempt me to go hon.
vitUout my husband.
Mr. Briggs and Dicky were ex
changing the usual courteous com
monplaces, and it was but a minute
or two before our kindly neighbor
lifted his hat and cantered down the
road in the wake of the mysterious
Anton.
- "So this is what you're doing the
minute I turn my backl" bantered
Dicky and I saw that his good hu
mor was completely restored. "Bet-
ter take your car and trot along
, home, so the folks won't be getting
anxious. The garage men will be
along in a few minutes."
His suggestion was so eminently
correct that I had to rack my brains
frantically for an excuse to offer
him.
"I I can't Dicky," I faltered.
"That drive and everything upset
me so that I don't want to go home
by myself. I'll wait until you're
ready to go, too."
A Silly Song
By A CUCKOO BIRD.
1 Tom Skinner made some cider
from apples ripe and red, "I'll put
it in the cave to drink on winter
nights." he said. One day, some
three months later, the booze hounds
made a call on Tom, and found his
apple juice contained much alcohol.
They took Tom to the county seat
and locked him up in jail 'til Dodge
nd me and Peleg Brown drove up
nd went his bail. Then, later on,
they had a trial (so help me this is
true) and fined poor Tom a hun
dred beans for what he did not do.
I ask you, was that justice, oh hon
t friend of mine? Dame Nature
did the dirty work and Skinner
bd the fine.
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E P Y - T I JM Ev T.A L E,S
THE TALE OF
THE HULEY COW
.BY'ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY
CHAPTER XX.
Good Corn Wasted.
Mr. Crow had h'cu talking about
the corn in the silo, which Farmer
Green fed to the herd during the
winter. And the Muley Cow could
re that he was growing angrier
every moment.
"WclM well!" she exclaimed. "You
don't object do you? if Farmer
(ireen feed us corn that he raised
himelf."
"Certainly I do!" Mr. Crow
fumed. "It's not fair. He doen't
tore away any ntce tweet corn in a
tilo for m."
"A hi ion wouldnt like it if he
did," the Muley t ow mid him.
Why not;" Mr. Crow asked.
"Why shouldn't I enjoy nice tweet
corn in the dead of winter?
"Because" said the Muley Cow
"because the corn from the tilo in t
sweet. It's sour, Mr. Crow. And
you wouldn't care for it at all.
The old gentleman looked tur
pried.
"How sour is it?" he inquired.
"I'd hate to sav. the Muley Cow
renlien.
"I insist on your telling me." he
croaked. "I insisti for I've a right
to know."
"Well." said the Muley Cow. "the
corn from the silo it not quite as
sour as your temper, Mr. Crow.
And that's all I can say."
That seemed to be enough for him.
He asked no more questions, but flew
off in a terrible rage. And he told
all his friends that it was a shame,
the wav Farmer Green ruined the
corn by putting it in the silo. "It
turns sour." he explained. "And
Farmer Green has to feed it to the
cows, because nobody else will eat
it."
All the crows in Pleasant Valley
agreed that it svas a pity to spoil
good corn like that. They even had
a meeting a crow caucus in the
pin woods, they were so upset.
"What can we do about it?" they
asked one another.
Nobody could supply an answer.
"If we could eat all the corn be
fore it's cut, we could save it"
old Mr. Crow began.
But the rest shouted him down.
than that before the Muley Cow
broke in upon hit words.
"If you hadn't been born a tc
everybody would have a better opin
ion cf you." the told him.
He began tqiawking at her at the
top t f hi lungs.
Hut the Muley Cow didn't care.
She coiitiniH to twist her tongue
around mouthful of grass quite at
if Mr. Crow haJ never been born at
all.
And that was the end of that.
icopcriiat. js:j
He be$&n squawking at hw.at
tbe top of bis lungs.
They knew that couldn't be done.
"There's your friend, the Muley
Cow," said one of them to old Mr.
Crov. "Why don't you tell her
that Farmer Green's not treating the
herd well? He gives them spoiled
corn. If they'd refuse to eat it,, it
would serve him right."
"A good ideal" said everybody else
except old Mr. Crow. As for him
he made a wry face.
"I don't enjoy talking with the
Muley Cow," he objected. "Be
sides, a talk with her would be of
no use. She's one of the "most stu
pid people I ever saw."
After a good deal of teasing by
his cronies Mr. Crow at last con
sented to speak to the Muley Cow
once more. And flying to the pas
ture, he flapped down near her.
"If I had been born a calf" Mr.
Crow began. But he got no further
Dog Hill Paragrafs
W n - Ti : i
dj umii tnatlaIT1
Slim I'ickrnt it learning to play a
fiddle, and was seen and heard sit
ting on a stump this morning. He
don't want anybody to hear him
while he is learning, and he got up
and drove a cow away.
The blind mule belong to Sile Kil
dew got frightened at a paper sack
in the road this morning and ran
away. It is not often that some
thing as impossible as this happens.
Columbus Altsop has bought him
self a pair of large specs, which he
will wear whenever he attends any
thing big.
Parents' Problems
Should anything be done to en
courage a little girl of 7, who is very
lukewarm in her expressions of
pleasure, etc., to be more enthusias
tic? Everything possible should be
done to encourage the lukewarm
child to become more expressive.
Responsiveness is the keynote of
good work and good play. If she
has any talent, beguile her some
how to use it for the enjoyment of
someone whose outspoken apprecia
tion will awaken her pride, lhe
child is only shy perhaps, and must
be beckoned on and on. "
Doane College Co-eds Beat
Boys to First Outdoor Plunge
Crete, Neb., April 9. (Special.)
Th. first swimming party of the
season was held by a number of
Doane college girls. Last year the
boys went in early and established
a new record, but this year the girls
were, determined to win the coveted
medal and took the first plunge.
They said the water wasn't so aw
fully cold after they got in.
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average circulation over March, 1921; whereas the largest
gain of any other Omaha paper was only 9,463 and the gain
of the other Omaha paper was only 8,407. The Sunday
Bee gained in the same period 19,754; the second paper
13,169; the third paper 9,525. .
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Past Six Months' Gains Omaha Papers
(Compared with corresponding months a year ago)
DAILY
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Second Paper - - - 5,528
Third Paper 5,023
SUNDAY
THE BEE - - 15,887
Second Paper - - - 7,811
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