Indiana daily times. [volume], August 27, 1921, Last Home Edition, Page 4, Image 4

About Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922

Image provided by: Indiana State Library

                
4
3htdtana |3aily STimrs
INDIANAPOLIS. INDIANA.
Daily Except Sunday, 25-29 South Meridian Stret.
Telephones—Main 3500, New 28-351.
MEMBERS OF AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATIONS.
, ( Chicago. Detroit, St. LonU.G. Logan Payne Cos.
Advertising offices j ,- ew y o rk, Boston, Payne/Burns & Smith, Inc.
DES MOINES is to have street car service fair week. Sdrt of an
added attraction for the visitors ’
ANYHOW, it will have to be admitted that Wood Masson would make
a first class chairman for a speakers' bureau.
WHAT’S BECOME of that “gilded rivet” story that was to defeat all
candidates for re-election to the school board?
BELATED attention to Commissioner George’s road is commendable,
but why was it ignored before the county election?
9
THE TROUBLE about the dispersing of that army of marching miners
la that no one can tell how long it will remain dispersed.
The Disappointment of Possession
Just over the fence the grass Is greener. Every man's troubles are
greater than some other's. Likewise, every city person would rejoice in
the ownership of farm and the farmer envies the city d.veller. All cf
which confirms the truth that happiness must be found within, if it Is to
endure.
A few years ago Harry Lauder whose Highland voice and Scottish
songs cheered every one, purchased a little estate on the Clyde, Ju3t a
wee home where I can go now and then for a holiday like,” he said. 1 hen
later he acquired a property covering 12,000 acres. Nov it is on the
market. Its possession did not give contentment to that nc ted fun maker.
Perhaps the loss of Lauder's only son in the war ha3 changed all his
plans and tastes.
Another estate in Great Britain has passed to new owners, and these
owners will present it to the nation They realize that their happiness will
consist not in owning, br.t in seeing a nation enjoy the property. It is
Stowe House, built in the time of Quebn Elizabeth and surrounded with 700
acres of park. Royalty often visited here and its history is associated with
many literary persons of note.
The tendency of humanity is to acquire and to hold. This is rudimen
tary and natural, but after so much is gotten and the ton and Excitement
of the chase is over, possession no longer gives happiness. Giving rather
than holding, is more pleasant. The first loaf of bread is essential to life,
but numerous additions soon become a superfluity.
The world has become so rich, in some countries at least, that gifts to
a nation are common. Others do not care to acquire, as they might. In
America, as well as England, many public-spirited people find pleasure in
bestowing rather than holding. The list is a long one and each one. giving
according to his ability, has gained more In the regards of his fellow men,
than would have been realized by holding.
Why Not Fight Republicans?
Discouraging, to say the least, to the real Democrats of Indianapolis,
is the constantly recurring outbreaks among party workers over the plans
of conduct of the city campaign- Nj sooner is harmony brought about
among them than some question of minor importance becomes so momen
tous that it requires an executive board meeting to settle it.
This bickering in the party Is not fair to Boyd M. Ralston and the
other candidates on the city ticket. They have the right to expect of the
city chairman sufficient tact and good judgment to keep the various wings
of the party coordinated and fighting Republicans instead of disorganized
and fighting among themselves.
Chairman Meeker may or may not be in the right in his various con
troversies with party workers who have spent > ears in the party service,
but no one can conceal the fact that he is failing n.’serablv in one of the j
fundamental duties of a chairman —that of avoiding action that creates
discord.
More and more, it is evident, as this newspaper predicted long ago,
that this city campaign is a fight between Republicans and Democrats
There are deflections in the ranks of both parties, but none of them are
serious enough to assume the proportions even of a mild Insurrection.
Under these circumstances Mr. Ralston needs the united support of
the Democratic party. In fact, he must have it to make his election a
possibility. The united effort of the Democratic party was never so rotes
sary to success as it is it this coming election and the leaders of .as I
campaign should be brought to a realization that their f st duty Is to i
amalgamate the Democratic voters.
There ought to be a very simple method by which the Seventh District I
Woman's Club and Miss Landers could work In harmony with the Demo- i
cratic organization. The adoption of such a method is essential and is due !
the nominees.
It is high time the Democrats of Indianapolis began to devote their
time to winning the election, unless they are willing to let Mr. Shank win
by default.
The Pencil
One of the most gallant fights for life ever waged ha* been carried on
by the little friend to every one, the wooden lead pencil. This comparative
ly small Invention or necessity is of recent birth and may be short lived.
Its usefulness in the me.antime Is acknowledged.
What was done to make hasty memoranda before pencils were invented
Is now difficult to Imagine. The use of the instrument revolutionized the
manner of life. People had written with quill pens, and apparently trusted
much to memory. Maybe they really did carry a straw In the mouths or tie
a string around the finger to remember, for that Is logical and it was not
convenient to Jot down a note* as it is today.
It is hard to picture how earlier people transacted business, just as the
way that correspondence was carried on before the use of the typewriter is
almost unconceivable to the present generation. They did "get along,”
some amassed fortunes, and a wilderness was conquered and a happy Nation
existed.
The pencil was once fragrant with cedar wood. When that became
scarce, it was substituted by other growth. After that paper was employed
and finally the metal holder forced itself literally Into the hands of the
public. Now the great variety of pencils appeal to every state of life; from
gold and silver to plain metal form a choice fitted to every pocketbook.
The pencil is legally recognized. Its writing is of equal dignity, in
law, with any other mode. However, the pen and typewriter make a record
less liable to erasure and more legible, and therefore have preference.
The pleasure of whittling a sharp point is going. Those who still use
wooden pencils have little machines which do a better job than by hand, j
Even the unrolling of paper is tedious. Probably It will not be long until
most people will conserve on the wood and will use a metal pencil w holly
Then the passing will have been complete.
The Difference!
Historians in years to come, who look over the records of this country's
war and peace with Germany, will find it exceedingly difficult to reconcile!
the conclusions of the peace negotiations with the prelude of peace.
They will remember that a "separate peace” was denounced as Infamy
and they will read of a separate peace concluded by the political party that
denounced it.
They will read the most scathing denunciations of the treaty of Ver
sailles and they will find that when peace was concluded it Incorporated in
its terms the treaty of Versailles, although that pact was denounced by the
nakers of the treaty of Berlin.
They can arrive at but one conclusion and that conclusion will be that
after the most virulent denunciation of the work of Woodrow Wilson the
party In power reversed Itself and accepted the work of Woodrow Wilson
almost In its entirety.
For the peace treaty now signed by the Harding Administration is
merely a ratification of the peace treaty negotiated by President Wilson
and it might as well have been ratified a year ago. True, It is, that the
covenant of the League of Nations is made nonoperative insofar as it
applies to the United States, but even at that the treaty reserves to the
United States the right to participate in the League of Nations.
Woodrow Wilson offered to the United States Senate a treaty of peace
and membership In the League of Nations. The Republican party de
nounced that as damnable.
Then the Republican party offered to the Senate the same treaty of
peace with an option on a membership in the League of Nations and that
is statesmanship! i
a
The TRIMMED LAMP
TTr'\Tr\/ Copyright, 1f,20, by Doubleday, Page
I I I —l f-t r% j & Cos. Publ shed by special arrange-
AJJ, • A t L/i aIV A ment with tie Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.
strain.” and the sardonic, sweet smile of
Nancy that seems, somehow, to miss
you and go fluttering like a white moth
up over the housetops to the stars.
The two waited on the corner for Dan.
Dan was Lou s steady company. Faith
ful? Well, he was on hand when Mary
would have had to hire a dozen subpoena
services to find her iamb.
‘•Ain't you cold, Nance?” said Lou.
"Say, what a chump you are for work
ing in that old store for $S a week! 1
made SlS.nO last week. Os course iron
ing ain’t as swell work as selling lace
behind a counter, but it pays. None of
us ironers know that It's any less respect
ful work, either."
"You can have it,” said Nancy, with
uplifted nose. "I'll take my eight a week
and hall bedroom. I like to be among
nice things and sweU people. And look
what a chance I've got! Why, one cf
our glove girls married a Pittsburgh—
steel maker, or blacksmith or something
the other day worth a million dollars.
I'll catch a swell myself some time. I
ain't bragging on my looks or anything;
but I'll take tny chances where there's
big prizes offered. What show would
a girl have In a laundry?”
"Why, that's where 1 met Dan,” said
Lou, irinmphanrly. "He came In for
his Sunday shirt and collars and saw me
at the first board, ironing. We all try
to get to work at the first board. Ella
I Maginuis was slek that day. and I had
her pkne. He said he noticed my arms
! first, how round and white they was. I
i hail my sleeves rolled up. Some nice fel
| lows come into laundries. You can't tell
• 'em by their bringing thetr elothes in
i suit eases, and turning in the door sharp
; and sudden.”
"How can you wear a waist like that,
! Lou?” said Nancy, gazing down at the
| offending article with sweet scorn in her
heavy-lidded eyes. "It shows fierce
! taste."
j "This waist?" cried Lou, with wide
eyed Indignation. "Why, I paid $lO for
Itiiis waist. It's worth twenty-five. A
woman left it to be laundered, and never
called for It. The boss gold It to me.
It's got yards and yards of hand em
broidery on It. Better talk about that
i ugly, plain thing you've got on.”
"This ugly, plain thing," said NAnoy,
calmly, "was copied from one that Mrs.
' '
Ye TOWNE GOSSIP
Copyright, 1921, by Star Company,
By K. C. B.
"some day.
• • •
I'M GOING to write a play.
* • •
, WITH A mother in it.
• • •
BECAUSE TOR year*.
• • •
; I'VE BEEN seeing mothers.
• • •
IV ALL aorta of play*.
* • •
AMD I'VE never s*#n on#.
* • •
WHO EVER got mad.
• • •
OR TALKED out loudly.
• •
OR, SCOLDED her boy.
WHO WAS Just out of prison.
• • •
OR GOING to prison.
...
OR WHATEVER it was.
...
OR DO anything.
EXCEPT GO around*. *
• •
WITH NOISELESS tread.
AND SrEAKINO softly.
...
AND VERY sweetly.
AND IN spite of the fact.
SHE SEES her boy.
MANY TIMES a day.
...
EVERY TIME they ro<~t.
SHE DRAWS him to her.
AND PRESSES her lips.
...
TO HIS painted forehead.
...
AND HE breathes "Mother:"
AND GOES on with play.
AND IT makes me sick.
AND IN my play.
I’LL HAVE a mother.
WHO’S A human being.
LIKE REAL mothers are.
# •
AND IE she wants to get mad.
...
I’LL I.ET her get mad.
• • •
AND TELL her boy.
FOR HEAVEN'S sake.
TO GET out of the house.
...
AND N'OT stand around.
ALWAYS IN her wnv.
• • •
AND IF she wants
she CAN take her hands.
FROM OFT of her lap
...
AND PI T them on her hips.
...
AND LAI Gif her head off.
...
AND IF she has to cry.
I’LL LET her cry.
...
AS REAL mothers do.
AND ONCE in the play.
Rt'T ONLY on'e.
I’LL LET her heart.
ENTWINE lIF.K arms
ABOUT HER hoy.
AND I’LL let them cuddle.
...
FOR JUST a moment.
AND THAT’LL lie enough.
* . *
I THANK yon.
BRINGING UP FATHER.
7 ; v 71 7 ; —Y7 \ — ~—n T 7 TANARUS"
VO'JUU NEVER RE4RET BY C.OLL'y' ST ,OvFT3 THERE 15 j >5 THIS TOWN OH'YES-WE HAVE 1 BuT LISTEN!; L l STE N, - NOTH IN'-
,N DOES LOOK J • 71* T 'J E i NOTCO FOR THE LATEST HIJH? I__ . - ) 4IMME A TICKET
Wu? S '-uns ,-J coon I . r S<S S Si iN rolling Pin OUT OF THIS (
“ "Tir rSS• e 121/! w r ’ CULAB? ) Sr- — „ j
' ' 827 ©1921 BY |NT L FgAtUWg SEWVICe. INC. (
(Continued From rnge One.)
Xan Alatyno Fisher was wearing. The
girls aay her bill In the store last year
was $12,000. 1 made mine, myse'.f. It
cost me $1.50. Te.i feet away you couldn't
tell it from hers.” .
W H.” said Lon, good nnturedly,
it you want to starve and put on airs,
go ahead. But I’ll take my job and good
wages; and after hours give me some
thing as fancy and attractive to wear as
I ayi able to buy "
But just then Dan came—a serious
young man with a ready-made necktie,
who had escaped the city's brand of
frivolity an electrician earning $.lO per
week iv ho looked upon Lou with the
sad eyes of Borneo, and thought her em
broidered waist a web in which any fly
should delight to be caught.
• y y . I . fr,end ’ ■' ,r -
with Miss Danforth,” said Lou.
tx glad to know you. Miss
Danforth, said Dan, with outstretched
n * nd - ' 1 vo heard Lou speak of you so
often.”
Thanks." said Nancy, touching his
lingers with the tips of her cool ones.
'* v e heard her mention vou—a few
limes. Lou giggled.
V° u Fet that handshake from
Mrs. Xan Alstyne Fisher, Nance?" she
asked.
If t did you ran feel safe In copy
ing it," said Nancv.
"C'h. 1 couldn't use it at all. It's too
stylish for me. It's intended to sot off
diamond rings, that high shake is. Walt
tilt T get a few and then I'll try it”
! "Learn it first," said Nancy, wisely,
'and you'll lie more likely to get the
j rings."
"Now, to settle this argument,” said
| Uan > with his ready, cheerful smile, "let
me make a proposition. As I can’t take
both of you up to Tiffany's and do the
right thing, what <Io vou say to a little
vaudeville? I've got the tickets. How
about looking at stage diamonds. sHice
we can t shake hands with the real
sparklers ?”
The faithful squire took his place
close to the curb; Lou next, a little pea
cocky In ber bright and pretty clothes;
Nan*.}* on the slender, and #o
, berly clothed ns the sparrow, but with
the true \nri Alstyne Fisher walk thus
they set out for their evening's mod
erate diversion.
1 do not suppose that rrtanv look upon
a great department store ns an educa
tional Institution. But the one in which
Nancv worked was something like that
to hey. She was surrounded by beaut!
ful things that breathed of taste and
refinement If you live In an atmosphere
of luxury, luxury Is yours, whether your
money pays for It, or another's
The people she served w..rp mostly
women whose dress, manne * sod poai
tlon In the social world wera quoted a*
criterions. From them Nancy began to
take toll—the best from each, according
I to her tiew.
From one she would copy snd practice
I a gesture, from another an eloquent lift
j irg of tin eyebrow, from others, a man
j ncr of walking, of carrying a purse, of
smiling, of greeting a friend, of address
i tug “Inferiors tu station." From her
l.e*-t beloved model, Mrs Van Alstyne!
, Fisher, she made requisition for that j
excellent thing, a soft, low voice a* clear ,
as silver and ns perfect In articulation as [
the notes of a thrush Suffused In the
aura of this high social refinement and
good breeding. It was Impossible for her
to eg ape a deeper effect of It. As good
habits arc said to be better than good
principles, so, perhaps, good manners are
better than good habits The teachings
of your parents may not keep alive your
New England conscience; tmr If you
sit on a straight back chair and repeat
the words "prisms and pilgrims” forty
times, the devil will tlec from yon. And
when Nancy spoke In the Van Alstyne
THE STORY OF NINETTE
Synopsis of Preceding Chapters.
Ninette, a tiny waif who first saw the
light of day in cheap lodgings In a dull
road In the worst part of Batham. is
adopted by "Josh ' Wheeler, wh > shares
his meager eatulngs as a scribe on a
London paper, with the friendless babe.
Under his tender care Ninette grew to
girlhood and together they planned for
the future. ,l..sh contracts pneumonia.
Ninette pawned everything they had and
finally. In desperation, tries her hand
at writing, signing her name "Wheeler.'’
Her efforts brought a curt note from
Peter Northard, an editor. She cal's at
his office, but he does not accept the ar
ticle. Hopelessly, Ninette turns into the
street and after a long, long walk finds
herself in a far bet,or class neigh
borhood than that in which she and Josh
live. Two men corn* from one of the
houses. They have toft the latchkey tu
ihe door. She finds t easy to enter ant
her only thought is t > help Josh. Just
ss she picks up a costly watch she Is
confronted by Peter Sothard Ninette
explains everything to him. He decides
to help Wheeler, but When thev r-sch
him he Is dead. Ninette faints Sothard
takeg her to his home. Nlnetre gels
brain fever. When she recovers prep
aratlon is made to send her to Noth-,
ard's sister in the country for complete
recuperation. Margaret's husband. Ar
thur Delay, f* introduced to Ninette
Dorothy itanvers. a former sweetheart of
Nothard's, Is a guest at Margaret's house.
In a perfectly lovely old place near
Margaret's lives the wealthy WLliaro Fel
sted, whose only son, Dick, frequently
visits the Delay's home Dick Delated
becomes Ninette's devoted slave.
Mr Csvanagh. one of the richest men
In o r out of England. Is a dlnne- guest at
the Delay hotup. He Is very attentive
to Ninette and invites her to 1 inch with
him in London
Arthur Delay disapproves of Mnette
having an appointment with Cavrnaugii,
but as she thinks it is none of Arthur
Delay's affairs, she sends a note of nc
eeptance She meets I'eter Not hard In
the hall just as sho is ready to leave
the house. He asks her to go to the
theatre with him and cancel the engage
ment. with Cavenatlgh.
Ninette refuses to neeept Nothard's In
vitation. Northard thinks Cavanagh Is
not a suitable escort for Ninette but she
insists on going Dorothy Mainers serves
as substitutional company for Nothard.
( HAPTER XX—Coniinned.
He led the way. and Ninette followed,
feeling ns if she walk 'd on air She felt
that tho eyest of everyone that they
passed were upon her, and she was more
or less right. Randal Cavanagh was one
of the .best known figures In London, and
them was not a woman in the restaurant
that morning who did not envy Ninette
her escort.
The luncheon was a sumptuous affair,
and the table was specially decorated
with Neapolitan violets and white roses.
Ninette gave a little cry of pleasure.
Fisher tone, she felt the thrill of no
blesse oblige to her very bones.
There was another source of learn
ing tn the great departmental sctool.
Whenever you see three or four shop
girls gather in a bunch and jingle their
wire bracelets as an accompaniment to
apparently frivolous conversation, do
not think that they are there for the
purpose of crltiztng the way Ethel
does her back hair. The mee'ing may
lack the dignity of the deliberative
bodies of man; but It has all the Im
portance of the occasion on which Eve
and her first daughter first put their
heads together to make Adam under
stand his proper place In the household.
It Is ■. mans conference for common
defense and exchange of strategical
theories of attack and repulse upon
and against the worid. which is a
stitge, and man, it a audience who per
sists In throwing bouquets thereupon.
Woman, the most helpless of the young
of any animal —with the fawn's grace
but without its fleetness; with the
bird's beauty but without Its power of
flight; with the honey-bee's burden of
sweetness but without Its—Oh, let's
drop that simile—some of us may havs
been stung.
During this council of war they pass
weapons one to another, and exchange
stratagems that each has devised and
formulated out of the tactics of life.
"1 says to ’lra,” says Sadie, “ain't
you the fresh thing! Who do you sup
pose I am. to be addressing such a re
mark to me? And what do you think
he says back In me?”
The heads. brown dark, flaxen, red,
and yellow bob together; the answer
Is given; and the parry to the thrust,
is decided upon, to be used by each
thereafter in passages at-nrms with the
common enemy, man.
Thus Nancy learned the art of defense;
and to women successful defense means
victory.
| The curriculum of a department store
Is a wide one. Perhaps no other college
could have fitted her as well for her life's
ambition—the drawing of a matrimonial
prize.
Her station In the store was a favored
one. The music room was near enough
for her to hear and become familiar with
the works of the best composers at least
to acquire the familiarity that passed for
appreciation In the social world in which
sno was vaguely trying to set a tentative
and aspiring foot. She absorbed the edu
cating influence of art wares, of costly
and dainty fabrics, of adornments that
that are almost culture to women.
The other girls soon became aware of
Nancy's ambition. "Here comes your
millionaire. Nancy.” they would cal! to
her whenever any man who looked the
role approached her counter. It got to
be a habit of men, who were hanging i
about while their women folk were shop
ping, to stroll over to the handkerchief
counter and dawdle over ths cambric !
squares. Nancy's Imitation high bred a'r
and genuine dainty beauty was what at- !
traded. Many men thus came to display
their graces before her Some of them j
mav have been millionaires; others were 1
certainly no more than their sedulous
apes Nancy learned to discriminate. I
There was a window at the end of the j
handkerchief eor.nter: and she could see !
the rows of vehicles waiting for the shop
pers in the stret below She looked and
perceived that automobiles differ as well
as do their owners.
once a fascinating gentleman bought
four dozen handkerchiefs, and wooed j
her across th> counter wit'i a King'
Copbetua air When he had gene one of j
the girls said :
"What's wrong. Nance, that you didn't!
warm up to that fellow. He looks the
swell article, all right, to m- ."
“Him?" said Nancy, with her coolest,'
sweetest, most impersonal, Van Alstyne :
Fisher smile: “not for mine. 1 saw hinj
drive up outside A 12 H P. machine j
and an Irish chauffeur And you saw j
what kind of handkerchiefs he bought
silk! And he's got dactylls on him
Give mo the real thing or nothing, if
you please
Two of the most “refined" women tn
tho store a forelady and a cashier—
had a f-w "swell gnletnen friends”
with whom they now and then dined,
(•rice they included Nancy in an invita
Hon The dinner took place in a spec
tacular case whoso tables are engaged
I "Oh! Do you always hare flower* like
.this on the tables?"
She raised her eve* to Mmt
"Violet* are mr favorite flowers," she
said "But h"W did yon know?”
i He smiled rather sadly.
! "I once knew someone—rery like you
I —whose favorite flower* were also violets,
so I hoped I might have done the right
i thing when I chose them today.”
He looked around tho room and back
again to her flushed face.
"And what did Mrs. Delay say when
you told her you wero lunching with
me?" he asked, after a moment.
Th eo'ur deepened it little in Ninette *
cheeks.
"Oh, .targnret didn't mind." she said.
But Mr Delay wa* cross. I don t quire
know why”—she paused with a sense of
discomfort—“l suppose he thinks I am
! not old enough to go about alone," she
added.
Then suddenly she smiled.
"Deter Nothard Margaret's brother,
you know—ratne down just as I was
starting, lie wanted me to go to a the
ater with him, and he was very angry
when I said l could not."
• ’avanagh s dark eyes searched her face
curiously.
“Nothardi Why, what has it !o do
with him whether you lunch with me or
not?" he asked rather curtly.
Ninette shook her head.
"I don't know; at least. I suppose he
thinks lie has a right to order me about
—more or less."
"What do you mean by that?” be in
slated "I know Peter Nothard. He Is
a voting man—a successful man. but—" ,
He broke off, to ask again, impatiently ;
“What has he to do with you?”
Ninette shrugged her shoulders.
"I may as well tell you," she said at
last. 'He took tne into hit] house when
Josh died I was very ill, and I had no
money, and Mr Nothard patd everything
for in.\ and then when I was better—
he sent me down to his sister." She gave
a quick sigh. "I owe everything to him,
I suppose," she admitted reluctantly. I
“That Is why 1 nrn so anxious to find
some work, and make some momy, and
pay him back."
"And who was ’Josh?' " Cavanagh
asked. $
Her eyes clouded with tears.
"He was tbe best and dearest man in
the world," she said, ber voice broken
with emotion. “He paid for me right
from the tlmo T was born, even though
he wna so poqr he had hardly enough
for himself. If it had not been for him.
I should have gone to the workhouse,
because there was nobody else who
for New Year's eve a year In advance.
There were two “gentlemen friends” —
one without any hair on his head—high
living ungrew it; and we can prove It
—the other a young man whose worth
and sophistication he Impressed upon
you in two convincing ways—be swore
that all the wine was corked; and he
wore diamond cuff buteons. This young
man perceived irresistible excellencies in
Nancy. His taste rau to shop girls; and
here was one that added the voice aDd
manners of bis high social world to the
franker charms of her own caste. So, on
the following and ty, he appeared in the
store and made her a serious proposal of
marriage over a box of hemstitched
grass bleached Irish linens. Nancy de
clined. A brown pompadour ten feet
away had been using her eyes and ears.
When the rejected suitor had goDe she
heaped carboys of upbraiding and horror
upon Nancy's head.
“What a terrible little fool you are!
That fellow’s a millionaire—he’s a
nephew of old Van Skittles himself. And
he was talking on the level, too. Have
ym gone crazy, Nance?”
"Have I?" said Nancy. -“I didn't take
him, did I? He isn’t a millionaire so
bard that you could notice if, anyhow.
His family only allows him $20,000 a year
to spend The baldhcaded fellow was
guying him about it the other night at
supper.”
The brown pompadour came nearer and
narrowed her eyes.
“Say, what do you want?” sfte in
quired, in a voice hoarse for lack of
chewing-gum. “Ain't that enough for
you? Do 3‘on want to be a Mormon,
and marry Rockefeller and Gladstone.
Howie and the King ot Spain and the
whole bunch? Ain't $20,000 a year good
enough for yon?”
Nancy flushed a little under the level
gaze of the black, shallow eyes.
"It wasn't altogether the money, Car
rie," she explained. "His friend caught
him in a rank lie the other night at din
ner. If was about some girl he said he
hadn’t been to the theater with. Well,
I can’t Rand a liar. But everything to
gether—l don’t like him; and that settles
it. When I sell out its not going to be |
on any bargain day. Ive got to have
something that sits up in a chair like
a man. anyhow. Yes, I'm looking out for
a catch; but it s got to be able to do
something more thau make a noise like a
toy bank."
“The physiopathlc ward for you!” said
the brown pompadour, walking away.
These high ideas, if not ideals—Nancy
continued to cultivate on $8 per week.
She bivouacked on the trait of the great
unknown “catch.” eating her dry bread
i.nd tightening her belt day by day. On
ter face was the faint, soldierly, sweet.
gHtn sin'le of the preordained man
hunter. The store was her forest; and
many times she raised her rifle at game
that seemed broad antlered and big; but
always some deep unerring instinct per
haps of the huntress, perhaps of the
woman—made her hold her fire and take
up the trail again
Lou flourished in the laundry Out of
her $18.30 per week she paid for her ]
room and board. The rest woof mainly
for elothes. Her opportunities for bet -
tering her taste and manners were few
compared with Nancy's. In the steam
lug laundry there was nothing but
wo-k, work and her thoughts of the
evening pleasures to come. Many cost
ly snd showy fabrics passed nudoT her
Iron; and It may be that her growing
fondness for dress was thus trans i
miffed to her through the conducting !
metal.
XX hen the day's work was ever Dsn
awaited her outside, her faithful j
shadow in whatever light she stood.
Sometimes he cast an honest and
troubled glance at I/ou's clothes that
increased in couspicuity rather than in i
style; but this was no disloyalty; be j
deprecated th attention they called to
her In the streets.
And IxMi was no less faithful to her
chum There was a law that Nancy
should go with them on whatsoever
outings they might take. Dan bore the j
extra burden heartily and In good i
cheer It might be said that la>u fur j
ulshed the color, Nancy the tone, and i
Dan the weight of the distraction- I
seeking trio. The escort, in his neat j
hut obviously ready made suit, his'
ready made tie snd unfailing, genial, j
would take me. I lived with .Tosh till I
was 18. snd then he got 111, and— and
we hadn't gbF the money to give him all
the food and things he ought to have
had, so- o he—died 1”
There was a tragic silence Ninette
kept her eyes lowered to hide ths tears
In them, but one overflowed and splashed
down on to her black frock.
"And then,” Cavunugt prompted, after
a moment. "Then this man Nothard
took you In? How did yon know him?"
She answered at once.
"He owns the paper Josh nsed to work
: for, and I went to see him. and -and —"
| Bhe stopped.
I “And he saw you had ft pretty face, I
‘ suppose." Cavanugh said harshly, "and
; so he acted the philanthropist, or chose
to call It by that name.”
Ninette di l not sower for a moment,
'■ then she raised her tearful eyes,
i "No. it wasn't that at nil,” she said
j deliberately, a harsh note of memory to
; her voice. "He didn't like me n bit." She
! laughed shakily. "He doesn't like me
| now; I ktjow he wishes me at the bot
; tom of the sea -but, well, in a way. I
forced mytelf upon him. "You see" she
hesitated, then added slowly, “I broke
| into his house the night Josh died. I
was desperate. \Ye had no money, and 1
I—should have taken his watch and sold
lit. only—only he caught me. and then—'” ,
"X'ou broke Into the house?"
"Y@." her cheeks flamed. “Are yon j
[shocked? 1 can't help it if vou are I'd
i do the same thing again if the chance j
[ enme. and it was for .Tosh. T and do worse!
! I wish I had done If before. He might ,
I have t een alive now if I had.
CHAPTER XXL
‘So You Like Me Just o Little.’
1 (Copyright. 192 t. by The XVheeler j
Syndicate. Inc.)
There was a long silence, then Cava |
; nngh said gently :
"You are not eating anything”
Ninette went on with her npglected ;
lunch, bnt her first keen pleasure and j
excitement had gone. Thoughts of Josh, j
and his lonely death, had come hack :
with ail its polgnart grief, and aroused j
afresh her almost morbid and exagger- I
a ted resentment against Northard.
If he had helped them Josh would not
have died! It had been such a little
thing to ask, but it had meant much to
her.
It was with a great effort that aha
roused herself to speak again.
“I am afraid, you will think I am very
dull," she apologized, with trembling lips.
reedy-made wit never startled or
clashed. He was of that good kind
that you are likely to forget while they
are present, but remember distinctly
after they are gone.
To Nancy's superior taste the flavor
of these ready-made pleasures was
sometimes a little bitter; but she was
t voung; and youth is a gourmand, when
it cannot be a gourmet.
“Dan is always wanting me to marry
him right away.” Lou told her once.
“Bat why should 1? I'm independent.
I can do as I please with tho money I
earn; and he never would sgroo for me
to keep on working afterward. And
say, Nancy what do you want to stick
to that old store for, and half starve
and half dress yourself? I could get
you a place in the laundry right now
if you'd come. It seems to me that you
could afford to be a little less stuck-up
if you could make a good deal more
money.”
“I don't think I'm stuck up, Lou.”
said Nancy, “but I'd rather live on half
rations and stay where I am. I sup
pose I've got the habit. It's the chance
that I want. I don't expect to be al
ways behind a counter. I'm learning
something new every day. I'm right up
against refined and rich people all the
time—even if I do only wait on them;
and I'm /not missing any pointers that
I see pabsing around.”
“Caught your millionaire yet?” asked
Lou with her teasing laugh.
"I haven't selected one yet.’ answered
Nancy. "Ive been looking them over.”
“Goodness! the idea of picking over
’em. Don't you ever let one get by you
Nance—even if he s a few dollars shy.
But of course you're joking—millionaires
don't think about working girls like
us.”
“It might be better for them if they
did." said Nancy, with cool wisdom.
“Some of us could teach them how to
take care of their money.’
“If one was to speak to me," laughed
Lou, “I know Id have a duck fit "
“That’s because you don't know any.
The only difference between swells and
other people is you have to watch 'em
| closer. Don't you think that red allk
lining is just a little bit too bright for
that coat, Lou?”
Lou looked at the plain, dull olive
jacket of her friend.
"Well, do I don’t—but it may seem so
beside that faded-looking thing you've
got on.”
"This jacket,” said Nancy, compla
cently, “has exactly the cut aDd fit of
one that Mrs. Van Alstyne Fisher was
wearing the other day. The material
j cost me $3.98. I suppose hers cost about
i SIOO more."
“Oh, well." said Lou lightly, "it don't
' strike me as millionaire bait. Shouldn't
| wonder if I catih one before you do,
' anyway."
| Truly it would have taken a philoso
! pher to decide upon the values of the
| theories held by the two friends. Lou,
lacking that certain pride and fastidious
-1 ness that keeps stores and desks filled
with girls working for the barest living.
! thumped away gaily with her iron in the
noisy and stifling laundry. Her wages
supported her even beyond the point of
comfort; so that her dress profited until
sometimes she cast a sidelong glance of
impatience at the neat but inelegant ap
parel of Dan—Dan, the constant, the im
mutable, the undeviating.
As for Nancy, her case was one of
tens of thousands. Bilks and Jewels anil
laces and ornaments and the perfume
and music of the tine world of good
breeding and taste—these were made for
woman; they are her equitable portion.
Let her keep near them ts they are a
part of life to her, snd if she will. She
is no traitor to herself, as Esau was. for
she keeps her birthright and the pottage
she earns is often very scant.
In this atmosphere Nancy belonged;
and she throve in it and ate her frugal
meals sud schemed over her cheap
dresses with a determined and contented
mind She already knew- woman; and
she was studvtng man, Ibe animal, both
as to his habits and eligibility. Some
day she would tiring doWn the game
that she wanted; hut she promised her
seif it would be what seemed to ber the
biggest and the best, and nothing
smaller.
Thus she kept her lamp trimmed and
burning to receive the bridegroom when
he should come.
"I ought not to have spoken about Josh;
it always makes me unhappy. Oh!” she
burst out vehemently. “I think memory
is the saddest thing in life; if only we
could be allowed to forget!"
He smiled sadly, stifling a sigh.
“I suppose we all feel like that some
times." he said, and then, with a change
of voice: “So you are not in love with
I'eter Nothard. in spite of all you say
you owe him?"
His deep eyes were upon her face, and
| she felt herself coloring.
| "In love with him! Os course not!
: What made you think anything so
J silly ?"
• He shook his head.
| "In a story book it would be the whole
solution to the question as to what is
to become of you,” be said whimsically.
“But as it is—well, what is your own
solution ?”
"I don't know. I must work, I sup
pose, or get married. Margaret Is very
sure that I shall get married." She
spoke unthinkingly, then blushed in con
-1 fusion, remembering what Margaret had
I hinted with regard to this man.
"And you have no people of your
own? None in the world?" he asked,
j “No; I don’t even know what my
proper name is.” she said, with a half
sigh. "Josh gave me bis—he called me
Ninette Wheeler, but it's not my name
really.”
| "But your mother "he began dep
rooatingly.
"She died when t was born—l told
you! And nobody knew who she really
wag—not even her name. Josh used to
tell me about ber often; he said she was
so pretty—ho used sometimes to speak
to her—they both had rooms in the
same lodging house, you see. He said
how shy sh was; she would never make
friends, and nobody ever eame to see
her. And when she was dead all they
ever found was a book of poems with
tbe name Ninette written on the flyleaf, j
That's why they called me Ninette."
She looked up at him with unconscious
pride.
"Josh had said that my mother was a I
lady,” Rhe added. i
Cavanagh did not answer: he was;
twisting the stem of his wine glass with
nervous fingers, and presently he sail
Irrevelantly, it seemed ;
"And so you want to earn your own
living?”
"Yes.''
“How?”
She hesitated.
"I used to think I should liko to go
on the stage.” she said at ij.st. "But
perhaps I sjionldn't bo any good.”
“All women think they are cut out
for the stage." he answered, rather
shortly. “And it is not the sort of life
But, another lesson she learned, per
haps unconsciously. Her standard of
values begsu to shift and chaDge. Some
times the dollar-mark grew blurred tn
her mind's eye, and shaped itself into
letters that spelled such words as
"truth” and “honor” and now and then
Just "kindness.” Let us make a like
ness of one who hunts the moose or elk
In some mighty wood. He sees a little
dell, mossy and embowered, where a rill
trickles, babbling to him of rest and
comfort At liese times the spear of
Nimrod himself grows blunt.
So, Nancy wondered sometimes if Per
sian lamb was always quoted at its
market Value by the hearts that It cov
ered.
One Thursday evening Nancy left the
store and turned across Sixth avenue
westward to the laundry. She was ex
pected to go with Lou and Dan to a
musical comedy.
Dan was just coming out of the laun
dry when she arrived. There was a
queer, strained look on his face.
"I thought I would drop around to
see if they had heard from her,” he
said.
"Heard from who?” asked Nancy.
"Isn't Lon there?”
"I thought you knew," said Dan.
“She hasn't been here or at the house
where she lived since Monday. She
moved all her things from there, .she
told one of the girls in the laundry she
might be going to Europe.”
"Hasn’t anybody seen her anywhere?”
asked Nancy.
Dan looked at her with his Jaws set
grimly, and a steely gleam in his steady
gray eyes.
"They told me in the laundry,' he
said, harshly, "that they saw her pass
yesterday—in. an automobile. With one
of the millionaires. I suppose, that you
arid I,ou were forever busying yonr
brains about.”
For the first time Nancy quailed before
a man. She laid her hand that trembled
slightly on Dan's sleeve.
“You've no right to say such a thing
to me, Dan—as if I had anything to do
with it!”
”1 didn't mean it that way.” said Dan.
softening. He fumbled in his vest pocket.
“Ive got the tickets for the show to
night." tie said, with a gallant show of
lightness. "If you——”
Nancy admired pinck whenever sho
saw it.
•‘l'll go with you, Dan.” she said.
Three months went by before Nancy
saw Lon again.
At twilight one evening the shopgirl
was hurrying home along the border of
a little quiet park. She heard her name
called, and wheeled ahout In time to
catch lon rusaing into her arms.
After the first embrace they drew their
heads back as serpents do ready to at
tack or to charm, with a thousand ques
tions trembling on their swift tongue*.
And then Nancy noticed that prosperity
had descended upon Lou. manifesting it
self in costly furs, flashing gems, and
creations of the tailors’ art.
"You little fool!" cried Lon. loudly and
affectionately. "I see you are still work
ing in that store, and as shabby as ever.
And how about that big catch you were
going to make—nothing doing yet, I
suppose ?"
And then Lon looked, and saw that
something better than prosperity had
descended upon Nancy—something that
shone brighter than gems in her eyes
and redder than a rose in her cheek*,
and that danced like electricity anxious
to be loosed from the tip of her tongue.
"Yes. I'm still In the store," said Nancy,
"but I'm going to leave It next week.
I've made my catch—the biggest catch
in the world. You won't mind now. Lon,
will you?—l'm going to be married to
Dan—to Dan!—he's my Dan now—why.
Lon!”
Around the corner of the park strolled
one of those new-crop, smooth-faced
young policemen That are making toe
force more endurable—-at least to tho eye.
He saw a woman with an expensive fur
coat and diamond-ringed hands crouch
ing down against the iron fence of the
park sobbing turbulently, while a slen
der. plainly-dressed working girl leaned
close, trying to console her. But the Gtb
sinian cop. being of the new order,
passed on. pretending not to notice, for
he was wise enough to know that these
matters are beyond help so far as the
power he represents is concerned, though
h rap the pavement with his nightstick
till the sound goes up to tho furthermost
Stars.
by
RUBY M. AYRES
for yon. I knew a woman once who
might have had every happiness life
ha* to give, and she threw them all over
fotcjrfcw chose to call her ambition
stagel”
any good, then?"
ighe was pretty. Bnt it seem* to rat
tiat nowadays people ask more than
Just a pretty face.” He smiled Into her
earnest eyes. “No, we must find you
something better, Ninette.”
There was a little silence.
“You know Peter Nothard. don’t you?"
Ninette asked suddenly.
“Yes—slightly. I should say, I rather
j fancy," he smiled with a sort of amuso
! ment: "I rathtr fancy that b® dislikes
! me."
| "He does.” Ninette answered, unthink
ingly. "He said " then she broke off
in crimson confusion, remembering how
Peter Nothard had told her that Cav
anagh was an old blackguard.
He was looking at ber now and smil
ing still.
'Well .what did he say?” ha asked,
indulgently, but Ninette would not tell
him.
“It doesn't matter at all,” *h de
clared. “Anyway, I am not likely to be
lieve anything he saya; anything Ilka
that at least.”
He leaned a little nearer to her acros*
the table.
“That sounds kind,” he said, a soft
ened note in his voice. “Does It mean,
perhaps, that you like me. just a little?”
(To bo continued.)
Five People Injured
in Motortruck Crash
Special to The Times.
TEKKE HAUTE. Ind., Aug. 27.—Three
persons were seriously injured and two
others painfully injured when a motor
truck carrying a party of young men nnd
women, crashed into a bridge near here
last evening. All will llxe.
The injured are Mary Stewart, Iris
Ward. Weir Haller, Henry Pfaging and
.Margaret Hyland, all of Terre Haute.
WES STOUT WINED SIOO.
Wes Stout, an ex-saloon keeper living
south of the city on the Madison road,
pleaded guilty yesterday to a charge of
operating a blind tiger and was fined
sl<X> and costs by Judge Walter Pritch
ard. He was arrested several weeks
ago by Sheriff George Snider and Ftederal
Ag put George Winkler, when they found
a quantity of beer and wine in his
homo. | • y i
REGISTERED V. S. PATENT OFFICR