Indianapolis Times, Volume 33, Number 256, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 March 1921 — Page 4

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JttMatta Saits Slimes • INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA. , Daily Except Sunday, 25-29 South Meridian Strdßt, Telephones—Main 3500, New 28-351 MEMBERS OF AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATIONS. . . ... , „ ( Chicago, Detroit, St. Louis, G. Logan Payne Cos. Advert.sing offices j New York, Boston, Payne, Burns 4. Smith, Inc. MAY WE INQUIRE if anything is being done toward the construction of those oft-promised swimming pools! • . .v . THE CONTRACTOR has agreed to give anew bond on the North- j western avenue bridge, thus demonstrating again that some day we may | 9 have anew bridge. Mr. George C. Hitt The joint “discovery” of the two administration newspapers of Indianapolis that the school board obviously has no intention of continuing George C. Hitt in the position of business director after his contract with the board expires is more than a year late. This is, of course, exceedingly obnoxious to these two newspapers, j They have been taking advantage of Mr. Hitt’s connections with schools to gather through him material which they are now using in an attempt to regain the control of the board that they lost when the public awoke to the fact that under their influences the school boards of the past had failed to_ make arrangements for the housing of approximately 12,000 school children. More than a year ago, this newspaper set before the public some very real reasons why Mr. Hitt should no longer be continued in the position of business director of the schools of Indianapolis. In a series of articles which has never been refuted in the minutest degree, the Times showed that the business administration of the school affairs was disgracefully inefficient and very costly to the taxpayers of Indianapolis. There was not then, and there i3 not now, any tiisposition to reflect on the character or the integrity of Mr. Hitt. The record of his administration of the school affairs of Indianapolis does not disclose a feloniorus Intent to rob any ofle. But it does disclose a complete inefficiency, a complacent disregard of the law and an Indifference to interests of the taxpayers that should not have been tolerated as long as it has. Specifically, it has been disclosed that without authorization and in a manner contrary to law, Mr. Hitt expended thousands of dollars of school money. It does not suffice to assert that authorization was given to him and carelessly omitted from the records of the the reason that in these expenditures Mr. Hitt did not follow the law relative to receiving bids for the work done. Possibly, Mr. Hitt can show that his expenditures were verbally authorized by the school board as it was previously constituted, but there would be nothing accomplished by a showing that the previous school board authorized him to expend more thah $50,000 on one school plant without bids, for the law requires these bids and the board members have no power to authorize the suspension of the law. In this incident alone Mr. Hitt has displayed an utter unfitness for the position he holds. Other incidents confirm this judgment. Mr. Hitt's fiasco as business director of the schools is neither surprising, nor without precedent. As receiver for the Indianapolis Star, and in other business capacities, his training has been largely along lines that had more to do with the income than the outgo. Suddenly transplanted in a position where he dealt with enormous expenditures almost exclusively, he has demonstrated that his training was not such as to guarantee efficiency. Coupled with this lack of fitness was his worship of the false gods who have relegated to themselves the conduct of all the affairs of thiS| community. They made Mr. Hitt the failure he is as a business director His blind faith in their power to control all things has brought about the necessity of an airing of what otherwise might have been his retirement without public criticism. "In a way the question that confronts the school board now is whether It retains an employe who has proved inefficient at the demand of two newspapers that have found this employe serviceable to them, or whether it acts in the best interests of the public and retires him. Some time ago we should have predicted that the influence of the News and the Star was sufficient tn.frg&B Mr. Hitt on the job regardless of all other considerations Today, we believe that the community has become so well acquainted with the selfish manipulations of these two agencies that the board members will dare to act in the best interests of the school children who have been neglected long enough. The Usual Twaddle We fully agree with our easy-going contemporary, the Star, that criticism of negro ash haulers who insult women and interrupt funerals is “political” in at least one sense—the citizens of this community are compelled to tolerate them by political bosses. But why the negro population of Indianapolis should resent this criticism, even at the behest of such a friendly institution as the Star, is more difficult to understand We take it that the negroes of this city do not desire the privilege of insulting white women or interrupting funerals and we have always felt that the negro who thinks for himself realizes that every instance'of this kind adds to the handicap which he must bear owing to his color. As to the ash haulers, it will be difficult to arouse public sympathy, even, with the aid of the drivel that the bipartisan influences succeed in getting into the editorial columns of our administration organs. These ash haulers are political hangers-on, selected by politicians for political reasons. They are today occupying jobs that would be very acceptable to hundreds of the able-bodied and capable wage-earning men in this city who have been without work during the period in which this community is “returning to normalcy.” The arrogance of the ash haulers speaks for itself and is too well known to the citizens of the city to require much comment. These negroes doubtless realize that they hold their positions not because of the service they render to the public that pays them, but to the bosses who hire them, foremost among whom stands a pretended Democrat whose valiant serviec to the Republican bosses is the consideration by which he, in turn, holds his job. Next on the program of the staunch friends of these political satellites will be a woeful complaint that to suggest disturbance of them in their sinecures is to provoke “race feeling.” We will be advised that we must tolerate their misconduct lest by protest we arouse the resentment of decent people to such an extent that something will happen to “defafile the fair name of our beautiful city." Fortunately, however, there exists among the negroes of Indianapolis a great majority tffi good citizens who do not enjoy seeing their race Judged by the actions of the Jewett-Lemcke riff-raff. These negro citizens and all white citizens know that the quicker the feommunity ceases to condone the “politically strong negro” In his arrogance and his misdemeanor, the better it will be for Indianapolis. The Pack’s £ast Yelp Those few mental perverts who caused to be printed and circulated about the legislative halls yesterday, the malicious, Indecent and silly “public sale” bill designed ta give vent to their unpatriotic hatred of the Wilson administration deserve to be ostracized from the society of real Americans. Not content with having yelped like wolves and coyotes at the heels of a President for four years, this pack ot conscienceless slanderers must make of the inauguration of President Harding a time for gloating over the collapse of the most unselfish program for the betterment of mankind that has ever emanated from the Whitehouse. Not content with having seen a President break his strength and health in a courageous assault against their yalls of pptty political prejudices, these jackals must make of his retirement an occasion for public taunts and indecent “humor.” There is some consolation, however, in the knowledge that long after the ashes and the memory of these smart-alecks have been obliterated, Woodrow Wilson, on whom they heaped such senseless and unjustifiable abuse, will take his place in history as a figure that can never be forgotten. We hold no brief for the Wilson administration. It is not on trial and no brief is necessary. Whatever criticism can in fairness be made of it, can in fairness be answered with the plain statement that never before in the history of this country was there such an organization to discredit an administration. What President Wilson accomplished was accomplished in the face of a world-wide opposition And that opposition, far more than President Wilson, is responsible for ■‘what his critics are pleased to term hffl failures.

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TWENTY miles out from Paradise and fifteen miles short of Sunrise City, Bildad Rose, the stage-driver, stopped his team. A furious snow had been falling all day. Eight inches it measured now, on a level. The remainder of the road was not without peril in daylight, creeping along the ribs and bijou range of ragged mountains. Now, when both snow and night masked its dangers, further travel was not to be thought of, said Bildad Rose. So he pulled up his four stbut horses, and delivered to his five passengers oral deductions of his wisdom. Juchge Menefee, to whom men granted leadership and the initiatory as upon a silver' saiver, sprung from the coach at one*; Four of his fellow-passengers followed, inspired by his example, ready to explore, to objurgate, to resist, to submit, to proceed, according as their prime factor might be inclined to sway them. The fifth passenger, a young woman, remained in the coach. Bildad had haltetd upon the -shoulder of the first mountain spur. Two railfences, ragged-black, hemmed the road. Fifty yards above the upper.fence, showing a dark blot in the white!drifts, stood a small house, i'pon this house descended—or rather ascended—Judge Menefee and his cohorts with boyish whoops born of the snow and stress. They called; they pounded at window and door. At the inhospitable silence they waxed restive; they assaulted and forced the pregnable barriers, and invaded the premises. The watchers from the coach heard stumblings and shoutings from the interior of the ravaged house. Before long n light within flicker and. glowed, flamed high and bright and cheerful. Then came running hack through the driving flakes the exurberant explorers. More deeply pitched than the clarion—even orchestral in volume—the voice of Judge Menefee proclaimed the succor that lay in apposition with their state of travail. The one room of the house was uninhabited, he said, and hare of furniture; but it eontaiued a great fireplace; and they had discovered an ample store of chopped wood in a lean-to at the rear. Housing and warmth against the shivering night were thus assured. For the plaCation of Bildad Rose th<sr<* was news of a stable, not ruined beyond service, with hay in a loft, near The house. “Gentlemen,” cried Bildad Rose from his seat, swathed in coats and robes, “tear me down two panels of that fence, so I can drive in. That is old man Redruth's shanty. I thought we must lie nigh it. They took him to tha foolish house in August.” Cheerfully the four passengers sprang at the snow-capped rails. The exhorted team tugged the coach up the slant to the door of the edifice from which a midsuiijmer madness had ravished its proprietor. The driver and two of the passengers began to unhitch. Judge Menefee opened the door of the coach, and removed his hat. "I have to announce. Miss Garland.” said he, "the enforced suspension of our journey. The driver asserts that the risk im traveling the mountain road by night is too great even to consider. It will be necessary to remain In the shelter of this house until morning. I beg that you will feel that there Is nothing to fear beyond a temporary inconvenience. I have personally Inspected the bouse, and find that there are means to provide against the rigor of the weather, at least. You shall be made as comfortable as possible. Permit me to assist you to alight.'' To the judge's side came the passenger whose pursuit in life was the placing of tl>e Little Goliath windmill. Ills name was Dunwood; but that natters not much. In traveling merely from Paradise to Sunrise City one needs Utile or no name. Still, one who would seek to divide honors with Judge Madison L. Menefee deserves a cognomenal peg upon which fame may hang a wreath. Tims spake, loudly and buoyantly, the aerial miller: ‘‘Guess you’ll have to climb nut of the ark, Mrs. McFarland. This wigwam ain't exactly the Palmer House, but it turns snow, and they won't search your grip for souvenir spoons when you leave. We've got a fire going; and we ll fix you up with dry Trilby* and keep the mice away, anyhow, all right, oil right." One of the two passengers who were struggling in a melee of hor>cs, harness, snow and the sarcastic injunctions of Bildad Rose, called loudly from the whirl of his volunteer duties; "Say! some of you fellows get Miss Solomon into the house, will you? Whoa, there! you confounded brute!” Again must It be gently urged that In traveling from Paradise to Sunrise City an accurate name Is prodigality. When Judge Menefee—sanctioned to the act by his gray hair and widespread reputehad introduced himself to the lady pas senger. she hnd herself sweetly breathed a name In response, that the hearing of the male passengers had variously Inter preted. In the not unjealous spirit of rivalry that eventuated, each clung stubbornly to his own theory. For the lady passenger to have reassevernted or cor reeled would have seemed didactic if not

WHEN A GIRL MARRIES A New Serial of Young Married Life By Ann Lisle—

CHAPTER CXLV. It took less than three hours to motor to Greyfrlars hall, but I’ve an idea it (teemed half a lifetime to Terry. His love for Betty had expressed itself in half a dozen ways—a giant basket of fruit, a box with the long, leafy stems of American Beauties poking through the cut end, a wicker case of Jellies, a pile of magazines were stacked on the floor of the limousine. But Terry hlntself was now without means of expression. He was silent—utterly reserved— and us frightened as a schoolboy caught playing hookey. I made him light his pipe to relieve the nervous strain of the Journey, but there wasn't another' thing I could do for him. Our brave Captain Terry was In a blue funk. At last we arrived, saw the head nurse, who appeared satisfied with our <*redeutiais, and passed us along to the pavilion where Betty was located. There we waited a long, dreary ten minutes in a little chintz hung room that made a fine effort, to be cheery, and at last there came to us Miss Moss, formerly of the quivering, retreating chin and poachedegg personality, but now looking almost clean-got and efficient In her starched white pniform. Terrs*, who had never met Miss Moss, leaped to his feet and gasped: “How is she?” Iu that cry there was no suggestion of Jils usual reserve.

BRINGING UP FATHER.

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unduly solicitous of a specific acquaintance. Therefore the lady passenger permitted herself to be Garlanded and MeFarlanded and Solomoned with equal and discreet complacency. It is thirtyfive miles from Paradise to Sunrise City. Compagnon de voyage is name enough, by the gripsack of the Wandering Jew! for so brief a journey. Soon the little party wayfarers were happily seated 4u a cheerful arc before the roarlug fire. The robes, cushions, and removable portions of the coach had been brought in and put to service. The lady passenger chosu a place near the hearth at one end of the arc. There she graced almost a throne that her subjects had prepared. She sat trpfon cushions and leaned against an empty box and barrel, robe bespread, which formed a defense from the invading draughts. She extended her feet, delectably shod, to the cordial heat. She ungloved her hands, but retained about her neck hep long fur boa. The unstable flames half revealed, while the warding boa half submerged, her face, a youthful face, altogether feminine, clearly moulded and calm with beauty’s unchallenged confidence! Chivalry and manhood were here vying to please and comfort her. She seemed to accept their devoirs—not piquantly, as one courted and attended ; nor preeningly, as many of her sex unworthily reap their honors; nor yet stolidly, as the ox receives his hay; but eoneordantly with nature's own plan—as the lily Ingests the drop of dew foreordained to its refresh ment. Outside the wind roared mightily, the fine snow whizzed through the cracks, the cold besieged the backs of the immolated six; but the elements did not lack a champion that night. Judge Menefee was attorney for the storm. The weather was his client, and be strove by special pleading to convince his companions in that frigid Jury-box that they sojourned in a bower of roses, beset only by benignant zephyrs. He drew upon a fund of gaiety, wit, and anecdote, sophistical, but crowned with success. His cheerfulness communicated itself irresistibly. Each one. hastened to contribute his quota toward the general optimism. Even the lady passenger was moved to expression. "I think it is quite charming," she said in her slow crystal tones. At intervals gome one of tha passengers would rise and humorously explore the room. There was little evidence to be collected ol its habitation by old man 1 Redruth. Bildad Rose was caile.il upon vivaciously for the ex-hermit’s history. Now, since the stage-driver's horses were fairly , comfortable and his passengers appeared to be so, peace and comity returned to : him. I “The old didapper,” began Bildad, somewhat Irreverently, “infested this here 1 house about twenjy years He never tillowed nobody to come nigh him. He'd duck hts head inside and Siam* the door whenever a team drove along. There was spinning- wheels up in his loft, all right. He used to buy his groceries and tobacco at Kam Tilly's store, on the Little Muddy. Last August he went up there djjossed in a red bedqutlt, and told San: he was King Solomon, and shat the Queen of Shaba was coming to \ isit him. lie fetched along all the money he had a lit tie bag full of silver—and dropped It In Sam's well. 'She won’t come,’ says old man Redruth to Sam. 'if she knows I've got any money.’ "As soon as folks heard he had Jhat sort of a theory about women and money they knowed he was crazy; so tbev sent down ami packed him to the foolish asylum." “Was there a romance In his life that drove him to a solitary existence?" asked one of the passengers, a young man who had an agency. , ’’No," said Bildad, "not that T ever heard spoke of. Just ordinary trouble. They sav he had had unfortunateness In the way of love derangements with a young lady when he was young: before be contracted r and bed-qullta and had his financial conclusions disqualified. I never heard of no romance. “Ah!" exclaimed Judge Menefee, Impressively; “a case of unrequited affection, no doubt." "No. sir.” returned Bildad. “not at all She never married him. Marmaduke Mulligan, down at Paradise, seen a man once that come from old He truth’s town. He said Redruth was a fine young man, but when yon kicked him on the pocket all you could hear jingle was a cufffastener and a bunch of keys. H wag engaged to tills young lady Miss Alice something was her name: I've forgot This man said she was the kind of a girl you like to have reach h toss you In a car to pay the fare. Well, there come to the town a young chap all affluent and easy, and fixed up with buggies anil mining stock and leisure t'rne. Although she was a staked viulm, Miss Alice and the new entry seemed to strike a mutual kind of a clip. They had calls and coin cldences of going to the postoffiee and such things as sometimes make a girl send back the engagement ring and other presents—'a riff within the loot,' tile poetry man calls It. "One day folks seen Redruth and Miss

"Oh, nicely, nicely!" twittered Miss Moss. “Doctor says there’s really po danger now that she ll lose the use of her arm. And her head’s much clearer.” Terry seized her shoulder in fingers that were white at the knuckles “Her arm! Was it as bad ns that?" He looked at his own strong arm as if he hated it for being so sturdy and well when Betty's must be bandaged and torn. “There! There!” murmured Miss Moss, as if she wero talking to a little boy. "I’m telling you doctor says there's no danger any more. You’d better go for a walk about the grounds while I take Mrs. Harrison to see my little girl. And this afternoon you shall see her, too, if you'll be very, very calm.” Jhls to Jerry, the reserved! lie went white at Miss Moss's words. I knew he wa.t wondering 1f Betty had asked for me—had chosen me—and had refused, perhaps, to see him. "We a few thiugs iu the car for her,” ventured Terry. “May sho have them ?” “I’ll send an orderly,” said the efficient, if tyrannical, Miss Moss. “Come, Mrs. Harrison.” Terry gripped my hand as if I were going on n long Journey. Then, hs 1 turned to follow Miss Moss, he jammed on his cap and went dashing in long strides out of the building.—Copyright, 1921. (To be continued.)

Alice standing talking at the gate. Then he lifts his hat and walks away, and that was the last anybody in that town seen of him, as far as this man knew.” “What about the young lady?” asked the young-man who had an agency. “Never heard," t answered Bildad. “Right there is where my lode of information turn to an old spavined crowbait, amj folds its wings, for I’ve pumped it dry.” “Avery sad ” began Judge Menefee, but nis remark was curtailed by a higher authority. “What a charming story!” said the lady passenger, in flute-ilke tones. A little silence followed, except for the wind and the cracking of the fire. The men were seated upon the floor, having slightly mitigated its inhospitable surface/with wraps and stray pieces of boards. The man who was placing Little poliath windmills arose anil walked about to ease his cramped muscles. Suddenly a triumphant shout came from him. He hurried back from a dusky corner of the room, bearing aloft something in his hand. It was an apple—a large, red-mottled, firm pippin, pleasing to behold. In a paper bag on a high shelf in that corner he had found it. It could' have been no relic of the love* wrecked Redruth, for its glorious soundness repudiated the theory that it had lain on that musty shelf since August. No doubt some recent bivouackers, lunchbig in the deserted bouse, had left it, there. Dunwood.v —again his exploits demand for him the honors of nomenclatureflaunted his apple in the faces of his fellow marooners. “See what I found, Mrs. McFarland!” he cried, vainglorlously. He held the apple high up in the light of the fire, where it glowed a ► till richer red. The lady passenger smiled calmly—always calmly. “What a charming apple!” she murmured, clearly. For a brief space Judge Menefee felt crushed, humiliated, relegated. Second place galled him. Why had'this blatant, obtrusive, unpolished man of windmills been selected by fate Instead of himself to discover the sensational apple? He

Do You Know Indianapolis?

This picture was taken in your home city. Are you familiar enout,h with it to Ktcate the scene? Yesterday’s picture was of looking north along Fall Creek from a point Just west of Sutherland avenue.

could have made of the act a set-lie, n function, a setting for some impromptu, fanciful discourse or piece of comedy - ant! having retaln-ifMhe role of cynosure. Actually, the lady passenger was regarding this ridiculous liun ioddy or Wuodbundy with an admiring smile, as if the fellow had performed a feat! And the windmill man swelled and gyrated Uke a -ample of his own goods, puffed up with the wind that ever blows front the chorus land toward the domain of the star. While the transported Dunwoody, with his Aladdin's apple, was receiving the fickle attentions of all, the resourceful jurist formed a plan to recover his own laurels. With his courtliest nniie upon his heavy but classic features. Judge M<*neiee advanced, and took the apple, a* if to examine it, from tn lumd of Dunwoody. la his hand it became Exhibit A. ”A fine apple,” he said, approvingly. “Really mv dear Mr. Dunwoody, you have eclipsed all of us as a forager. But 1 have an Idea. This apple shall become an emblem, a token, a symbol a prize bestowed by the mind and heart of beauty upon the most deserving The' audience, except one, applauded. “Good on the stomp, ain’t he/ com-ment.-d the passenger who was nobody in particular to the young muu who had an agency. The unresponsive one was the windmill miii. He himself reduced to ihe ranks. Never would the thought have occurred to him to de-dare his apan emblem. Ho had intended, after it had been divided and eaten to create diversion bv sticking the seeds against his forehead and naming them for young ladles of his acquaintance One he was g. lng to name Mrs. Mu arland. Ihe seed that fell off first would be—-but iwaa too late now. ••The apple," continued Judge Menefee charging his Jury. “In modern days occupies, though undeservedly, a lowly place In our esteem. Indeed, it Is o constantly with tb* culinary ana the commercial that It is b “ r a dly *® '* classed among the polite fruits. But 1 ancient times this was not sc. Biblical, historical, and mythological lore abounds with evidences that the apple was the aristocrat of fruits. We still say the apple of the eye’ when we wish to describe something superlatively precious. tWd in Proverb# the comparison to •apples of Silver.’ No other product of tree or vine hns been so utilized In tl£urative speoeh. ho has not heard of and longed for the ‘apples of the liespertdes? I need not .all your attention to the most tremendous and significant instance of the apples ancient prestige w hen its consumption by Vur first parents occasioned the fall of man from his stilte of goodness and perfection. -Apples like them,” said the windmill man lingering with the objective article, ••are’ worth $3.30 a barrel In the Chicago market.” . „ • Now, what I have to propose, said Judge Menefee. conceding an Indulgent smile to his Interrupts?. "Is this: We must remain here, perforce, until morning. We have wood in plenty to keep us warm Our next need is to entertain ourselves ns best we can, in order that the time shell not pass too slowly. X propose that we place this apple in the hands of Miss Garland. It is no longer a fruit, but, ns I said, a prize, in award, representing a great human Idea. Miss Garland, herself, shall cease to be an Individual—but only temporarily, I am happy to add”-—(a low bow. full of the old-time grace). “Sbe shall represent her sex; she shall be the embodiment, the epitome of womankind- the heart and brAln, I may say, of God’s masterpiece of creation. In this guise she shall judge

and decide the question which follows: "But a few minutes ago our friend, Mr. Rose, favored t.s with an entertaining but fragmentary sketch of the romance in the life of the former possessor of this habitation. The few facts that we have earned seem to me to open up a fascinating field for conjecture, for the study of human hearts, for the exercise of i the imagination—in short, for story-telling. Let us make use of the opportunity. Let each one of us relate his owu version of the story of Redruth, the hermit, and his lady-love, beginning where Mr. Rose’s narrative ends—at the parting of the lovers at the gate. This much should be assumed and conceded —that the young lady was not necessarily to blame for Redruth’s becoming a crazed and worldhating hermit. When we have done, Miss Garland shall render the Judgment of Woman. As the Spirit of her Sex she shall decide which version of the story | best and most truly depicts human and i love interest, and most faithfully esti- ! mates the character and acts of Redi ruth's betrothed according to the fernl- ! nine view. The apple shall be bestowed upon him who is awarded the decision. If you are all agreed, we shall ;to hear the first story from Dunj widdle.” ’ l The last sentence captured the windmill man. He was not one to linger In the dumps. \ “That’s a first-rate scheme. Judge,” he said, heartily. “Bea regular short-story vHrudevllle, won’t it? I used to be correspondent for a paper in Springfield, and when there wasn’t any news I faked it. Guess I ran do n>y turn all right. * "I think the idea is charming,” said the lady passenger, brightly. “It will be almost like a game.” Judge Menefee stepped forward and placed the apple in her hand impressively. ’• Ir< olden days," he said, profou. dty, “I’aris awarded the golden apple to the most beautiful." ... . , "I was -at the Exposition,’ remarked the windmill man. flow cheerful again, ’’but I never heard of it. And I was on the Midway, too, all the time 1 wasn t at the machinery exhibit.” “But now,” continued the Judge, the fruit shall translate to us the mystery

and wisdom of the feminine heart. Take the apple. Miss Garland. Hear our modest tales of romance, and then award the prize as you may deem It Just.” The lady passenger smiled sweetly, "he apple lay in her lap beneath her robes and wraps. She reclined protecting nulwark, brightly and cosily at ease. But for the voices and the wind one might have listened hopefully to h*ar her purr. Someone east fresh logs upon tie fire. Judge Menefee nodded suavely. • Will vou oblige us with the initial story?’’ he asked. The windmill man sat as sits a Turk, with his hat well back on his head on account of the draughts. ••Well.’’ he began, without any embarrassment, “this is about the way I size up the difficulty: Os course Redruth was jostled a good deal by this duck who had money to play ball with who tried to cut him out of his giri. So !io goes around, naturally, and asks her if the game Is still square. Well, nobody wants a guy cutting in with buggies and gold bonds when he’s got an option on a girl Well, be eoes around to s e her. Well, maybe he’s hot. anil talks like- the proprietor, and forgets that an engagement ain't always a lead-pipe cinch. Well. 1 guess that makes Alice warm under the lace yoke. Well, she answers back sharp. Well, he—” “Kay!" interrupted the passenger who was nobody in particular, “if you could put up a windmill on every one of them , u’e.lls , you're using, you'd be able to retire frof business, wouldn't you?” The windmill tuun grinned goodnaturedly. “Oh, I ain't no Guy de Mopnssong.” he said, cheerfully. “I'm giving it to you in straight American. Well, she ays something like this: ’Mr. GoW Bonds la only n friend,’ says she; ’but he. takes me riding and buys me theater tickets and that’s what you never do. Alii’t I to never have any pleasure in life while I can?' ’Fuss this cbatfleld — chatfleld thing along.' says Redruth: — ’hand out the mitt to the 'Willie with creaaia in it or you don’t put your slippers under my wardrobe.' “Now that kind of train orders don’t go with a girl that's got any spirit. I bet that giri loved her honey all the time. Maybe she only wanted, as girls do, to work the good thing for a little fun and caramels before she settled down to patch George's other pair and be a good wife. But he is glued to the high horse, and won’t erme down. Weil, she hahds hint back tne ring, proper enoush; and Oeorgn-goes away and hits the boic. Yep. That’s what done it. 1 bet that girl fired the cornucopia with the fancy vest two days after her steady left. George boards a freight and checks h’.s bag of crackers for parts unknown. He sticks to Old Booze for a number of years; and then the aniline and aqua fortes gets the decision. ’Me for the hermit's nut,' says George, ’and the whiskers, and the burled can of money that Isn't there.’ “But that Alice, in ray mind, was on the level. She never married, but took up typewriting as soon as the wrinkles began to show, and kept a eat that came when you , said ‘weeny— weeny—weeny!' I got too much faith in good women to believe they throw down the fellow they’re stuck on every time for the dough." The windmill man ceased. “I think,” said tha lady passenger, slightly moving upon her lowly throne, ‘‘that that is a char— * "Oh, Miss Garland!” interposed Judge Menefee, with uplifted hand, “I beg of yon, no comments! It would not be fair to the other contestants. Mr. er—will you take the next turn?" The Judge addressed the young man who had the agency. . y .. “My version of the romance,” began

the young man, diffidently clasping his hands, "would be this: They did not quarrel when they parted. Mr. Redruth bade her good-by and went out into -the world to seek his fortune. He knew his love would remain true to him. He sgorned the thought that his rival could make an impression upon a heart so fond and faithful. I would say that Mr. Redruth went out to the Rocky Mountains in Wyoming to seek for gold. One day( a crew of priatee landed and captured while at work, artd—” “Hey! what’s that?” sharply called the passenger who was nobody in particular —“a crew of pirates landed in the Rocky Mountains! Will you tell us how they sailed—” “Landed from a train,” said the narrator, quietly and not without some readiness. “They kept him prisoner in a cave for months and then they took him hundreds of miles away to the forests of Alaska. There a beautiful Indian, girl fell in love with hirq, but he remained true to Alice. After another year of wandering in the woods, ho sat out with the diamonds—” “With diamonds?” asked the unimportant passenger, almost with acerbity. “The ones the saddlemaker showed him in the Peruvian temple,” said the other, somewhat obscurely. “When he reached homo, Alice's mother led him, weeping, to a green mound under a willow tree Tier heart was broken when you left,' said her mother. ‘And what of my rival —of Chester Mclntosh ?’ asked Mr. Redruth, as he knelt sadly by Alice’s grave. ‘When he found out,’ she answered ’that her heart was yours, be pined away day by day until, at length, he started a furniture store, in Grand Rapids. We heard lately that he was bitten to death by an infuriated moose near South Bend, Ind., where ho had gone to try lo forget scenes of civilization.’ With which (Mr. Redruth forsook the face of mankind and became a hermit, as we have seen. “My story,” concluded the young man with an agency, ‘‘May lack the literary quality; but what I want it to show is that the young lady remained true. She cared nothing for wealth in comparison with true affection. I and believe' in the fair sex too much to think otherwise.” The narrator ceased, with a sidelong glance at the corner where reclined the lady passenger. Bildad Rose was next invited by Judge Menefee to contribute his story in the contest for the apple of Judgment. The stage-driver’s essay was brief. “I’m not one of them lobo wolves.” he said, “who are always blaming on women the calamities of life. My testimony in regards to the fiction story you ask for, Judge, will be about as follows: What ailed Redruth was pure loziness: If he had up and slugged this Perclval De Lacey that tried to give him the outside of the road, and hnd kept Alice in the grapevine swing with the blind-bridle on, all would have been well. The woman' you want is sure worth taking pains for. " ’Kend for me if you want me again,’ says Redruth, and hoists his Stetson and walks off. He’d have called it pride, but the nixycom!ogieal name for it is laziness. No woman don't like to run after a man. ‘Let him come back, hisself,' says the girl; and I'll be bound she teils the boy with the pay ore to trot; and then spends her time watching out the window for the man with the empty pocketbook and the tickly mustache. ' “I reckon Redruth waits about nine years expecting her to send him a note by a nigger asking him to forgive her. But she don’t. ’This game won't work,' says Redruth; ‘tlnm so won't I.’ And he goes In the berfnit business and raises whiskers. Yes; laziness and whiskers was what done the trick. They travel together. You ever hear of a man with ! long whiskers and hair striking a bonanza? No, Look at the Duke of Marlj borough and this Standard Oil snoozer. Have they got 'em? ! "Now. this Alice didn’t never marry. I’ll bet a boss. If Redruth had married somebody else she might have done so, too. But he never turns up. She \l as these here things they call fond memories, and maybe a lock'of hair and i a corset steel that he broke, treasured ■ up. Them sort of articles is as good as a husband to some women. I’d say she played out a lone hand I don’t blame no woman for old man Redruth's abandonment of barber shops and clean shirts.” Next in order came the passenger who was nobody In particular. Nameless to 1 us. he travds the road from Paradise to •Sunrise City. But him you shall see, If the firelight he not too dim, as he responds to the Judge's call. A lean form, in rusty-brown clothing, sitting like a frog, his arms wrapped about his legs, hifc chin resting upon nis knees. Smooth, oakum-colored hair, long nose; mouth pike a satyr's, with upturned, tobacco stained corners!. An eye Hie a fish's; a red ne ktie with a horse-hoe piu. He a rasping ehm-kle tli.it gradually formed “itself into words. “Everybody wrong so far. What'i a romance without any orange blossoms! Ho, ho! My money on the lad with the j butterfly tie and the certified checks in ; hig trouserings. “Take ’em as teh.v parted at the gate? All right. ‘You never loved me,’ says i Redruth, wildly, ’or you woujdn’t speak | to a man who can buy you the ice cream.' 'I hate him,’ says she. T loathe his sidetin r buggy; I despise the elegant cream bonbons ho sends me in gilt boxes covered with real lace; I feel that I could .-t i* him to th heart when he presents me with a solid medallion locket with j turquoises and pearls running in a vine around Che border Away with him! ‘Xlsj 'only you I love.’ ’Back to the eosey cor 4 - ner" says Redruth. ‘Was 1 bound and lettered In East Aurora? Get platonic, ‘if you please. No jackpots for miue. Go and hate your frieud some more. For tne the Nickerson girl on Avenue B, and gum and a trolley ride.’ “Around that night comes John W. Croesus. ’What !t<-ars?’ says he, arranging his pearl pin. ’You have driven my lover away,’ says little Alice, sobbing. ’1 hate the sight of you. ’Marry me, then.’ says John W., lighting a Henry Clay. ’What!’ she cries, Indignantly, ? ’marry you! Never,’ she says, ‘until this Blows over, and I can so some shopping, ad you see about the license. There's a telephone next door if yon want to call up the county clerk.’ ” The marrator paused to give vent to his cynical chuckle. “Did they marry?” he continued. “Did i the duck swallow the June bug? And then I take up the ease of old Boy Redruth. There's where you aye all wrong again, according to my theory. What j turned him into a hermit? One says : booze. I say women did it. How old is the old man now?” asked tha speaker, : turning to Bildod Rose, j "I should say about sixty five.” "Ail right. ‘He conducted hermit shop here for twenty years. Say tie was 23 when be took off his hat at the gate. That leaves twenty years for him to ae- - count for, or else "lie docked. Where did !he spend that ten and two five? I'll give j you my idea. Up for bigamy. Say there was the fat blonde In Saint Jo, and the Panatela brunette at 'Skillet Ridge, and the gold tooth down in the Kaw valley. Redruth gets his cases mixed, and they send him up the road. He gets out after they are through with him, and says: ‘Any line for me except the erinollue. The hermit trade is not overdone, and the stenographers never apply to ’em for work. The jolly hermit’s life for me ! No more long hairs in the comb or dill ! pickles lying around in the cigar tray.’ hYou tell me they pinched old Redruth Tor the noodle villa just because he said Ihe was Kir-g Solomon? Figs! He was

Solomon. That’s all of miss. I guess Ug don't call for any apples. Enclosed flndl stamps. It don't sound much like a jvrlae winner.” Respecting the stricture laid by Judg* Menefee against comment* upon tna, stories, all were silent when the passen-’ ger who was nobody iu particular had concluded. And then the ingenious originator of the contest cleared his throat tp begin the ultimate entry for the prize. Though seated with small comfort upon the floof, you might search in vain for any abatement of dignity in Judge Menefee. The now diminishing firelight played softly upon his face, as clearly chiselled as a Roman emperor’s on some old coin, and upon the thick waves of his honorable gray hair. "A woman’s heart!” he began, in even but thrilling tones—“who can hope to fathom it? The ways and desires 6f men are various. I think that the heart* of all women beat with the rhythm, and to the same old tune of love. Dbve, to a iwoman, means sacrifice. If she be worthy of the name, no gold or rank will outweigh with her a genuine devotion, "Gentlemen of the—er—l should say, my friends, the ease of Redruth versus love and affection has been called. Yet, who is on trial? Not Redruth, for he has been punished. Not those immortal passions that clothe our lives with the joy cf the angels. Then who? Each man of us here tonight stands at the bar to answer if chivalry or darkness inhabits his bosom. To judge us sits womankind in the form of one of its fairest flowers. In her hand she holds the prize, in- 1 trinsically insignificant, but worthy ou our noblest efforts to win as a guerdon of approval from so worthy a represents# tive or feminine judgment and taste. 1 “In taking up the imaginary history of' Redruth and the fair being to whom he gave his heart, I must, in the beginning, raise my robe against the unworthy insinuation that the selfishness or perfidy or love of luxury of any woman drove to renounce the world. 1 have not found woman to he so unspiritual or venal. IVe must seek elsewhere, among man's baser nature and lower motives for the causer* ’ There was, in all probability, a lovers’ quarrel as they stood at the gate on that memorable day. Tormented by jealousy, young Redruth vanished from his native haunts. But had he just cause to do so? There is nc evidence for or against. But there is something higher than evidence; there is the grand, eternal belief in woman's goodness, Hr her steadfastness/ against temptation, in her loyalty even in the face of riches'. “I picture to myself the rash lover, wandering, self-tortured, about the world, f picture his gradual descent and, finally, ids complete despair when he realizes that he has lost the most precious gift life hpd to offer him. Then his withdrawal from the world of sorrow and the subsequent derangement of his faculties conies intelligible. “But what do I see on the other hapff r A lonely woman fading awav as the years roll by; still faithful, still waiting, still watching for a form and listening for a step that will come no more. She is old now. Her hair is white and smoothly banded. Each day she sits at the door and gazes longingly down the dusty road. In spirit she is waiting there at the gate, just as he left her—his forever, but not here below. Yes; my belief in woman paints that picture in my mind. Parted forever on earth, but waiting! She In anticipation of a meeting in Elysium; he In the Slough of Despond.” “I thought he was in the bughouse, "* said the passenger, who was nobody In pa rticnlar. Judge Menefee stirred, a little impatiently. The men sat, drooping, in grotesque attitudes. The wiDd had abated its violence; coming now in fitful, virulent puffs. The fire had burned to *. mass of red coals which shed but a dim light within the room. The lady passenger in her cosy nook looked to be but a formless dark bulk, crowned by a mass of roiled, sleek hair and showirg but n small space of snowy forehead above her clinging boa. , Judge Menefee got stiffly to his'feet. “And now. Miss Garland,” he announced, “we have con-luded. It is for you to award the prize to the one of ua whose argumenWespecially, I may gay, In regard to fyis estimate of true womanhood—approaches nearest to your own conception.’’ No answer came from the lady passenger. Jitilire Metiefep bent over solicitously. The passenger who was nobody in particular laughed low and harshly. The lad v was sleeping sweetly. The bulge Assayed to take her hand to awaken her In doing so. he toueheif a small, •fid, round, irregular something in her ’ap. Klie lias paten the apple.” announced Tudge Mem fee. in awed tones, as he held up the core for them to see. jf —— _ HOROSCOPE . “The stars incline, but do not compel!" SUNDAY, MARCH 6. Astrologers announce that this is a day of rather mild planetary influences, which are not favorable. Neptune dqm- , Ir.ates m malefic aspect, while Saturn is adverse. Uranus and Mercury are fainti ly helpful. _ | It is a day in which Intrigue is sup- ; posed to be encouraged by the sinlsten sway of Neptune. Plots of every sort may flourish during the afternoon and evening. The seers declare that the corruption of plant life is but a reflection of the thoughts of men and women who have , indulging In the baser impulses which \ encourage Immodesty in dress and general behavior. Persons whose blrthdate It Is should be careful to avoid accidents during the coming year. Business affairs may require the closest attention. Children born on this day are likely te be nervous and sensitive. These subjects of Pisces are often very gifted, many poets being born under this sign.—Copyright, 1921. MONDAY’, MARCH 1. Mars is in benefle aspect today, according to astrology. The Sun sheds friendly rays, but/Uranus is strongly adverse. All the planetary influences should be stimulating In the morning, making for sanguine plans that should bring success. • Women must safeguard their lives as well as their property until the planetary goveufiment changes and it is foretold that it may be some time before the after-madness is overcome. ~ Persons whose blrthdate it Is should safeguard the health during th# coming year. There may be a tendency to get into litigation and this should be resisted. Children born on this day should be active, persevering and Industrious. These i subjects of Pisces are generally very fortunate.—Copyright, 1921. ' . PURITY OF HONEY. Q. How can the purity of honey be determined ? C. M. S. A. An implement known as the polarIscope is used to study the purity of ! honey. Pure honey has the faculty of turning a plane of polarized light to the left. Whenever honey shows a righthanded polarization tt is a cause" for suspicion respecting its purity.

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