Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 39, Number 81, 13 February 1914 — Page 8

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN -TELEGRAM, FRIDAY, FEB. 13, 1914 "Whiz And Walk a Mile" By Nell Brinkley Married Life the Third Year

i' age eight

BY MABEL HERBERT URNER. "Now you'd better go down and get everything packed " up tonight. You won't have any time in the morning. We'll be at Plymouth at five." "At five? Helen turned from the railing where she was watching for the faint glimmer of a distant light house the first sign of land. "Why. Warren they won't put us off that early?" "They'll put us off whenever we get there. I told you they weren't going to deck. We're to be put off on a tender the ship, don't dock until she gets to Hamburg." "A tender is that a small boat which comes out to meet us?" "That's it. Now you tnistle down and get things into shape I'll have a smoke and be down a little later." It was the last night of the voyage, and Helen longed to stay on deck. Everyone was standing around and watching the far-off light and talking of the extreme southern course the ship had taken to avoid the steerage, and the time they had lost. They all seemed imbued with the restless anticipation that comeePwith the sighting of land. Only the few Iondon passengers were getting off at Plymouth, but those booked through to Hamburg were equally excited. Reluctantly Helen went down to the stateroom to "pack up." She knew Warren's smoke would end in a game of whist in the smoking room, where he spent most of his time during the trip. But she had hoped that this last night they would spend on deck together. Because of the small stateroom she had tried not to unpack many things, but one article after another had been needed during the trip, and now she found the repacking no small task. It was after eleven when, at last, she was through, bathed and In her berth. But Warren had not yet come down and he ntill had his things to pack. She would gladly have done it for him, but he would never let her. Said he could never find things when ahp put them in. At length there was a heavy step down the passageway, and he threw open the stateroom door. "AH through?" as he began to take oil his collar. "Whv. vea, dear almost an hour ago. It's nearly 12 isn't it? You know .. i.i. W eery thing to pack and those .steamer rugs to strop up?" 'Now, don't worry about me. I'll have plenty time for all I've got to do. I told that steward to rout me out at four." "Bui dear," as he was rapidly making ready for bed, "you're not going to leave everything for morn ig and vcn'll have to shave too?"

"Look here you're ready, aren't j -. . , . S J Ik you; wen see mat you are ana nun i go off forgetting half your things. I'll aitend to mine." And he turned out. the light and ..li..V. 1 horn h It seemed to Helen that she had hardly fallen asleep when the steward pounded loudly on the door. FOUR O'CLOCK, SIR." Helen was dressing and before Warren came back from the bath, another Mewprd knocked at the door. treage ready for Plymouth, ma'am?" Meien opened the door and pointed to her steamer trunk and bag. "These .ire ready but Mr. Curtis hasn't quite finished packing yet." "He'll have to hurry, ma'am," and he dragged hers out. Almost all the l'jggage is off now." "Oli, is the tender here already?" anxiously. She's been here for an hour. She's rcund on t'other side." "Oli, Warren, you'll have to hurry, Helen's excited greeting when he j w as came from his berth. The tender's here alerady and they're putting on the l.aggage. Warren grunted something under I; is breath, but he began to hurry. "Can 1 help you? Isn't there something f can do?" "Yes, just get out and let me have v. hat room there is." lielen gathered up her hat and veil and WfMit out into the passageway to tint the mon. She could hear Warren moving hastily about. "Luggage ready, ma'am?" It was the circf steward this time. "Luggage ready, sir? Everybody's i u now, sir. She's ready to pull off." The words struck terror to Helen, I Warren threw open the door with a rough. "Well, if you put people off at this i if l;itididi hour you'll have to wait till ;hf gf-t ready. Here, you can tak this trunk." 'Ih re ugh the open door Helen could see Warren thrusting things into his mil cas" with more haste than she hail ever sp-n him exert. His hat was n the b;;ck of his head and he was unmistakably worried. She longed to go in and help him, but feared he vonld only roar at her to keep out of the way. Suddenly he called: "WHERE'S THE SH AWLSTRAP." "Why, isn't it there, rushing in to fad him struggling with the big roll of steamer rugs and coats and looking c'esperately about for a shawlstrap. "Where'd you put it?" he shouted. "Why. dear, I didn't see it, you unroi :i the rugs." " . es, and I put it right there on top of that wardrobe." Helen climbed up on the berth to look on top of the wardrobe, only life preservers were there. In the meantime Warren was ringing wildly for the stateroom steward swearing under his breath. Here the chief steward appeared at the door. "They're waiting, sir. The captain says they'll have to put off in a moment. "Well, they'll not go without us." We're booked for London and they've got to land us there. It's the line's fault for putting passengers off at this WHEN CROUP COMES TREAT EXTERNALLY The old system of dosing delicate little stomachs with nauseous drugs and" opium syrups is wrong and harmful. Try the external treatment Vick's "Vap-Q-Rub" Croup and Pneumonia Salve. Just rub a little over threat and chest and cover with a warm flannel cloth. The warmth of the body releases vapors of Pine Tar, Menthol, Thymol and Eucalyptol, that loosen the choking uhlegm and ease the difficult breathing immediately. One application at bedtime insures a sound night's sleep. Vick's is better than Internal medicine for all forms of cold troubles. Three sizes 25c, 50c and 11.00

' -At I j 1 lm f OK 'Jr sfc?r3 i - ,J

Yesterday I told you about the fel- j lows and girls toboireaning in snow-I . c , long ice-tiTil down the mountain in one express-train minute and trudged the long mile back up the steep country and mountain side, i told you hov: the sloe-eyed Oriental in the dubious-; eyed their scarlet-and-v. hite figures- -first speeding by like failing stars and then piking back up again like crawling tortoise. How he eyed them scornfully and dubbed the whole affair indecent hour. Here, you," as the stateroom steward rushed up. "We put a shawl strap on top of that wardrobe what did you do with it?" "Sorry, sir, didn't see it, sir," and he began a hurried search. Now they were all searching Hel-' en, Warren, the room steward and the ! steward. At any other time it would j have struck Helen as irresistably funny tnese tour people tailing over each other in their frantic search for the shawl strap in that tiny stateroom. But with th tender waiting, and no way to take the rugs and coats, the situation wa far from humorous. Now the second officer came to the door to find out what was the trouble, and to say the captain would hold the tender only three minutes longer. "He'll hold her till we get on," almost shouted Warren, "or I'll raise a ! row at your London office that your -whole blame line will hear from!"; Then to the room steward, "Get a rope and rope up those rugs. No use look- j ing for the strap." j OFF TO THE TENDER. The steward dashed out, for a ropr and in a second two of them were on 1 their knees trying to tie the rugs. ' The chief steward caught up the rest i of the hand baggage and fairlv swept i ! them down to the tender. Although onlv a few of the passen- j gers were landing at Plymouth, many of the others were up to see them off. And now as Helen hurried on. she flushed hotly under the many rtisap- -proving eyes. All these peonie know it was for them that the boat had been kept waiting. The tender itself was something; like a ferry boat, and the other passengers who with their baggage had come on board in plenty of time, stood in a little group at the bow. Helen bowed arid smiled to a few she had met on the trip, but she felt they were talking of her and Warren and wondering what had kept. them. Already the sailors were pulling up the ropes in a moment they would , be off. There whs a heavy morning mist which obscured the shore and even the masts of the big ship that still loomed up beside them. Just as she began to put off a shout ' of "Hold!" went up from the deck and Warren's stateroom steward came rushing down the railing. "It's for Mr. Curtis- Mr. Curtis," be ; cried as he leaned far over and gave , something to one of the tender offi-: cers just as they swept away. Everyone turned to look at Warren 'j as the officer handed it to him. Helen caught the glint of gold it was the watch ! Warren quickly slipped it into his pocket, but not befrre thev had all seen or guessed what it was. There j was a general laugh in which he was j forced to join. As he waved back his thanks to the steward. "lour watch!" cried Helen untactfully. "Oh. where did vou leave it?" I "Under the pillow I suppose," he snapped. Now you'll have something to harp on for the next six months." "Why, Warren, you know I never did harp on anything. Only you were ; c-u uuiiifu. j jou oniy nad packed last night, and " "Packed your grandmother. It was that infernal shawl strap that made the trouble. If you hadn't hidden it away in one of your "straightening up" manias we'd been nil right. Where'd you put the blame thing that's what I want to know!"

-M ' the long, ardent tramp up-mountain .;o they might flash over the same trail like a flame, the crackling, arrow like instant of ecstasy, and the patient nail-pace struggle back the "WHIZ and walk a mile!" That's one kind the good kind. Where, in spite of the Chinee's mocking the Flight is worth the Pike. In this there is nothing of blame, of sorrow, nor of suffering: just youth and laughter and wind-whipped, rosy fleshcompanionship of man and maid under How Mabel

rites Married Life

"Infinite pains, infinite care as to detail, and pc rsisten, untiring effort are what I must give my work." That was the epitome of the answer which Mabel Herbert Urner gave when she was asked how she had created the living, breathing Helen and Warren in "Married Life the Third Year." Dinner table conversations in Richmond .for a year have been concerned with the intimate life-problems of the sensitive, super-feminine Helen, and the brusque, super-masculine Warren, and thousands, in reading of the lives of the storied pair have found incidents that mirror their own tribulations. Of course, what Mabel Herbert Urner has done is, as Frederic Blount Warren once said, to be a chronicler of ten thousand women's lives, instead of the ten thousandth woman's. Trivialties Count. Kvery one who has snatched the Palladium and turned to the magazine page before reading the baseball sensation, knows the fascination of Mrs. t'rner's portrayal of what she calls the "Tragedy of the Trivial." For, after all, the larger part of every man's and every woman's life is not composed of the big situations, the scenes of lire and passion that most of the novelists describe. It is the misunderstanding about the grocery bill, the man's impatience about a good-bye embrace and the woman's failure to understand why, sometimes he would rather play poker at the club than bridge with her and her friends that make the tragedies of most of us. And the sex stories that are told between the lines of "Married Life" are as subtle and strike home to the average man or woman far more keenly than do the exotic, over-sexed fantasies of Zola, a de Maupassant or an Klinor Glyn. This is because the incidents told by Mrs. Urner are within the experience of very many people. Work is All. She deals with the commonplace, but her work is not commonplace, and that is the art of it. It is not realism, but reality, that Mrs. Urner writes. Less is known of Mrs. Urner, of her personality and of her method of work, than of any other woman author of her note. Indeed, she has become, in the five or six years that she has been publishing, one of the most widely read of women writers. Readers of "Married Life," "The Journal of a Neglected Wife," with which she made her first big success, and of her other books, have wondercd whether or not the name of Mabel Herbert Urner is not a nom de plume, whether the writer is a man. Her Biography. Mabel Herbert Urner is a quiet, reserved and very retiring New York woman of thirty-two, an Ohioan by birth. She was born at Cincinnati on June 2S. 18S1, the daughter of a Virginian, William H. Herbert, a man of wide business training, at one time a Congressman and a lover and collector of books worth while. Her mother.

I the wide sky atop of the t-houldor-decp ' .,.n... .....1 4-U.. 1...... . .,.!. . ..-.!. ; .

miuw tinu lilt lUIlh .cIY 1J..I- 11 is a snow aim ine long wain oacK is a clasping of hands oer the same rop--?-laughter and hardening muscles. BUT here is another kind of 'WHIZ- and walk a mile!" H. Urner an Indiana woman, a picture of charm and kindliness, with a look that has been transmitted to her daughter. And in the background are two New England grandparents, said to have been typical. Mrs. Urner was married about two years ago to Lathrop Colgate Harper, at Boston, but she has continued her literary work since her marriage, for her husband is prouder than she of her success. So the Mabel Herbert Urner is a pen name now. Literary victory has not spoiled Mrs. Urner, as she should be called in speaking of her work, for she has absolutely refused to be lionized, and she does most of her business with editors and publishers. She has indeed hardly grasped the measure of her attainment and has a feminine uncertainty about her success. But how has she .succeeded? How has she been able to catch the mood of the woman who believes herself neglected? How has phe made thousands of men and women talk about Helen and Warren, to say nothing of Pussy Purrmew? Disclosss Methods. How has she been able to set dowr the thoughts thousands of women arc thinking? How? I Ad her tell you herself. Last, week, in a remarkable interview, she disclosed her own method of writing. "Infinite paints, infinite care as tr details and persistent, untiring effort are what I must give to my work," Mrs. Urner declared. "One reads of the joys of composition, of the delight of the writer in his work. I have known none of this. To me it has been drudgery drudgery unrelieved. The joy of complete work yes; but the anguish of work in the process! "Each morning I shrink from my desk with a dread that is inexpressible The hours I write are hours of torment; and it grows little easier. They WNFANT MOPTA' B of all the . ? or utarly percent., or "more i. they are fifteen ! We do not nf!i majority of th-,c; i . of these infantile ... Drops, tinctures au-i n more or less onuau or i.i .i.iiino.

"WHIZ- and walk a mile!" He also this reckless boy with his fat pockets is taking a wild flight like a comet cut adrift, in a whirl of money-dust, his eyes blinded bv fake

I beauty, the glare of the (Stent Whit '

Way about him, the sting of champagne in his blood instead of the bite of snow. His father drew the bar from

I !

deadly poisons. In any i.a:Uly, they

to eoaxosuone, mclnc?;, a. alb. t ;.uoria operates exactly the reverse, mil you Kiust pee ti;et it leiira Iho i ature of Chas. H. Fletcher. Castoria

causes the blood to circulate properly, pores ot the s;;m ;aM r.hays lever. Genuine Caatori.1 always bears the t rm-w:& isy

under his toboggan when he filled his hands and evening clothes with moaev that he never earned. And he's "WHIZZING!" But he will "walk." After this whirl this breathless, gasping instant of ecstatic speed. Very slowly up-hill with a tiitter heart he will walk his lung, long mile that he covered like striking lightning a bit ago. But noc

! on the silvery ribbon of ice where he ; laughed. Out in the snow on the side trail, and the snow will be deep, and his shoes burst, and the climb heartsay experience and practice bring facility of expression. I have not found it so. Work Is Arduous. "It is as hard for me to work now as it ever was. Rut in the last year I have rned to adopt methods that conserve much of my time and energy and enable me to do more work. "The process of eliminating, correcting, condensing, is less hard than the anguish of composition. It was anguish when I wrote the first draft on the t pew riter. "It is still anguish when I lie on a couch and dictate to my stenographer. The torture of crystallizing and giving expression to ideas is just the same. "My stenographer, with her note book, sits quietly at a desk nearby. And it is very essential that she does sit quietly. A tapping pencil or rustling paper, trivial as they are, may divert a whole train of thought. "I have heard authors say: "I tossed that story off in a night!' or 'I wrote that on the train between Philadelphia and New York!' And 1 have listened with wonder and envy, for I knew how impossible it would be for me to turn out any story in anything like so short a time. Needs Rest. "Nor could I write on a train or anywhere else save in my own apartment. "The fear that an impression is too trivial to be recorded hampers a writer almost as much as the fear that an emotion is not general or typical enough to be understood. Sometimes it is a mention of the most trivial in- ( ident that leaves upon the reader the deepest impression. "It is not the big things, but the little things that make up our lives. The married happiness of Mary and John is wrecked because John has a habit of noisily eating his soup, or of putting the wet ends of his mustache in his mouth which is repulsive to Mary. Although she warns him again and again, he persists in the habit. She grows more disgusted and he mere irritable. The clash of temperaments, once aroused, spreads to other things and in the end leads to divorce. Yet how few would believe the tragedy was brought about by so trivial a thing, or even deem it worthy of record." "And that really is the reason why 'Married Life' is so gripping to its readers, why it is a great psychologi-

the Babies.

n y is p.vnf-thiti( rightful. We can hardly realize that ": I .r in ci t.-d countries, twenty-two percent., .) . . !, l'.e lecre ihey reach one year ; ti.-'y-seven au i-.t tuird, before they uro iive, and ouc-luI before

to sar that a timely ie of C.xnoria would save 3 liven. Neither do we hesitate to say that many "ve :; a.-i:ined by iho use of narcotic preparations, .u;, - syrups s"ld for children's complaints contain

Iliev are, in coneiaeraijie t.uanuties. bt'jpfy, retard circulation and lead opens the signature

breaking. And there will be not one of the bits of femininity who patted his coat sleeve with a hand jewelled as with cracked ice, and ate of his plumpie with him. whizzed and joyed with him who will "WALK A MILE" with him! "Whiz and walk a mile!" What a thing the baffling-eyed Celestial said! To him the first kind was aa foolish as this kind is to you and I. But there's all the difference in the world, though the title he muttered covers them both.

cal study. And Mrs. Urner does not say anything about the hundreds of women she must have talked to, in the intimate way that leads to confessions, to learn the "trivial things," like John's mustache, that are the groundwork of her best literary work. But she does tell about the technique of her work. "Most of our stories would be improved if they were cut down onethird or even one-half. Cut! Ceaselessly, ruthlessly cut!" she exclaims. "Always I have written my stories in this way. My 5,000 word stories were always 7.000 in the first draft, and the 3,000, 5,000. "But in the last two years my "work on the little 'Married Life" stories has more than ever impressed me with the value of this method. I must limit these to five letter-size typewritten pages, about 1.200 words. FREITAG HANNAH EATON, ()., Feb. 13 Harry Freitag, son of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Freitag, and Miss Delia Fae Hannah, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Hannah, were Married last evening by the Rev. Harvey C. Bream. They will reside In Eaton. Sore Throat Don'ts. When the children have sore throat, don't blister their necks with lamp oil. Don't torture them with a foul smelling Biece of fat meat, wrapped about the neck, lon't imagine there is medical virtue in an old sock or piece of red flannel. Don't believe in antiquated superstitions. A sore throat is a serious matter and is not to be healed by such make-believe remedies. The use of such methods is . simply putting the patient to needless torture. L se a little sore throat f w?sdom and give themTONSILINU and the throat will heal quickly. Zo cents ami MJ cents, llosmtal L cize -tvu iruggista. r KENNEDY'S "The Busiest, Biggest Little Store in Town." Jewelry Specials Watches We are showing a fine line of the standard makes of Railroad and other watches at very attractive prices. Special Prices on Diamonds You will find many pretty things suitable for wedding gifts. If you want guaranteed quality Jewelry, call on us, as we have what you want. Your patronage appreciated. Do your trading with Fred Kennedy Jeweler, 526 MAIN STREET.

"Foolish," whispered the scornful Chinee. "WHIZ" with a flash of his slim brown hand in a lightning pass "and walk a mile!" and he shrugged bis silken shoulders to bis ears and made his two first fingers walk, laboriously through the air. Down In the Big Town any town you can see on a Big Night any night a young chap laughing loud and high "WHIZZING." And, flattened against a brick wall in the dusk or sunk In a heap on a park bench vou can see him "WALKING A MILE."

EATING RELIEVES STOMACH TROUBLE A Prominent Physician's Advice. "Eat good foods and plenty of them. Dieting, in many cases, is almost criminal. Get back to normal. To do so you must have the proper quantity of nourishment. You need it for brain or physical work. Probably there is nothing the matter with your stomach except acidity. That is merely an abnormal secretion of acid In th stomach. Neutralise that add and j your stomach trouble will end at once. Neglect may mean ulcers if not cancer of the stomach. Do not take patented medicines or pepsin tablets for dyspepsia. Simply take a nentrslizer of acid. Decidedly th best neutralizer is ordinary druggist's bi sura ted magnesia. You can get it at any drug store for a few cents. Take a teaspoonful in a quarter glass of water after each meal. The relief will b Immediate." (Advertisement) MON To Loan 2 (f you need money call on us. We loan any amount from $5 to $100 on household goods, pianos, teams. Stock, & Etc., without removal. If you are unable to callwrite or phone and our agent will call at your house and explain our LOW RATE. Private Reliable The State Investment & Loan Company Phone 2560, Room 40 Colonial Bldg., Richmond, Indiana. Wear Kryptok Invisible Bifocal Lenses The kind that has no line no projecting surface to catch dut and dirt. They will add to your comfort and pleasure. Have them supplied by Miss C. M. Sweitzer OPTOMETRIST. 9274 Main St. Thone 1099.

nr ii

M II I I I I III I I II I"1' mmwmm n ii i i i n

ISIS