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I Life Is Futile in Narrow Range,. Says Winifred Black
BREAK THE SHACKLES
OF CLASS DISTINCTION
famous Writer Tells the Tragic Story of the Rich
Young Man Who Thought His Gold-Fish Bowl
World Was the Only One.
By WINIFRED BLACK.
*<miRED of being useless.”
That’s what the rich young man wrote in the note he
left on his desk at home.
And then he went downtown to a smart restaurant and in the
ante-room, when no one was there, shot him
»elf.
He was twenty-eight years old, he was the
son of a rich family and a family of the utmost
social prominence.
Nobody can think what was the matter
with him—except that he wanted to be an
artist and nobody took him seriously.
The people in this world thought he was “a
little bit off, don't you know”—talking about
painting and music and that sort of rot all the
time, and the artists he knew thought of him
as a society swell and laughed at him behind
Ihis back, and sometimes before his face, too.
And they thought he was too stupid to un
VUN1FRLD BLACK derstand, but he was not stupid at all, and he
* understood quite well, and he felt like a fish
out of water, bored and unhappy at home, bored and unhappy in
the alumni club to which he belonged. He wasn’t mad about foot
ball and he simply could not get up any great excitement about a
college yell,—and sort of out of place and snubbed in the company
oi me artists wnom ne aamirea. <
Foor fellow, he was like a
fish out of water, something
wrong with him somewhere.
Now, if he’d only had a good
old uncle, wise in the ways of
humanity. And the uncle had
just said to him: “See here,
boy, you’re going to be an artist,
all right, but first get out and
see something of the world, go
out West—into Arizona or Mon
tana or any of those States
where there are still a few cow
boys, and a few men who ex
pact to wrest their living out of
the world with their bare hands.
Throw in your fortune with
them! Earn your own living as
I Advice to Girls
By ANNIE LAURIE
T\EAR ANNIE LAURIE:
U As a family we are coining to
you for advice.
'» Jane the married sister asks: I
have been married about two and
one-half years. We have no chil
dren. Ours was a happy marriage
A until about five months ago. My
Efl husband started going out nights,
. s and returning about midnight,
fc When I ask him where he goes he
P tells me it is none of my business.
P He is good to me otherwise. I ain
■ rather afraid to stay alone, so re
■ cently an old friend of mine call d
R and look me to a show. 1 told
E my husband and he said it was
R O. K. with him. Since then J have
■ been going out with this friend
P once or twice a week. Am I doing
■ wrong? Please advise me. 1 am
very perplexed.
Kate and Betty, the twins, ask:
We are engaged to two wonderful
fellows. We are to have a double
wedding in the Spring. About a
month ago Kate and Bill had a
little quarrel, but it was soon
settled. Now Betty and Tod never
have had a word. An old friend
of the family said ro love is com
plete without u quarrel. Is this
' * true?
Jimmy, the kid brother, asks: I
go with a sweet little girl, and I
love her. But we are not engaged.
A few days ago I went out of
town, and my buddy took my girl
to a dance. I know it was all right
since we are not engaged, hut I
am Jealous. Were men always
jealous of their sweethearts? Why
is it? How can I overcome this?
Please advise me. FAMILY.
FAMILY: Wherein have you failed
your husband, Jane? Surely there
must l»e something to cause him to
want to go out. Search your hr ert
and fee what Ins happened to cause
such a drift. Then take immediate
flops to correct things. And you
« are doing something that is not
*> right in going out with another than
~; your husband. Even though he
agrees, there is bound to lie gossip
nod talk which will pile into a moun
tain some day and si>oil your life.
Some girls as soon as they marry
forget to be the sweethearts they
were before marriage, and this is
what causes so much unhappiness.
I’m sure if you try you can win your
husband back. Indeed, you should
* spare no pains to do so. And good
* luck to you.
As to Kate and Betty—congratula
tions! And keep the quarrels as far
away from you as you can. They do
much harm and little good, so steer
_ clear of them.
ti. And ns for Jimmy, well a little
? * bit of jealousy is bound to show
«1 wccasionally. But don’t let it master
you. Use common sense and good
Judgment and don't be foolish. For
this is what jealousy amounts to.
* -
T\EAR ANNIE LAURIE:
jJ Up until a certain time a boy
t acted as though he cared for me.
• Xmas he went to see another girl.
Since he has been back he hasn't
• called or asked for a date. What
should I do to learn if he still
cares for me? I still care for him.
WAITING.
WATTING: I shouldn’t do any
»T thing at all, wore I in your
* place, my dear. If the young man
prefers the company of another. I'm
afraid it would he a hard task for
you to get him back ngain. So try
to interest yourself in your other
• friends. Don't show him that his
• actions have any effect on you. Per
• haps indifference will work the mir
• acle you hopo for.
*
*
* -rrn I 0%_//..///'y//-/'/*
m»
a cowpuncher. You could do
that, you’re an exceptionally
good rider on the polo field,
you’re in good condition, let ’em
laugh at you if they will, let
them call you a ‘tenderfoot’ and
a ‘dude’—oh, yes, they still use
those old-fashioned words out in
the real West—you do your own
riding and keep your mouth shut
and learn what it is to live like
a real man in a real man’s world.
Forget your clubs and the smart
dinners that nearly bored you to
death. Learn the feel of the
wind at sunrise and the look of
the stars after the moon has
gone down.
‘‘Learn to be hungry, thirsty
and tired, learn to forget that
you had a rich grandfather and
a grandmother who was at the
head of the social world in your
own town. They’re buried now,
let them stay buried, do come up
out of the graveyard and be a
live man in a live man’s world,
and some day you’ll come back
and paint real pictures that real
men will recognize.”
Poor fellow, he had no one to
talk to him like that, and so, be
cause he thought the little gold
fish bowl world he lived in was
the only one—and be could not
bear it — he died by his own
hand.
Get out, get free, throw off
the shackles of convention, for
get all the old family stories,
throw tradition into the ash
heap, stand on your own feet,
make your own life—that’s what
I’d say to any young man who
came to me with such a story as
this young man must have "told
someone—before he died.
Copyright, 1929. Nswipjper Featura £errtr», |nc.
I Today’s Fashion
l—.^Sy Vera V/instor.-™—■ I
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Three Smart New Spring Blouses.
WITH the approach of Spring
and the consequent arrival
of the always smart costume
for this season of the year—the
tailored suit—wo find innumerable
chic versions of the costume blouse
on display.
The models illustrated today all
have a claim to individuality and
style. In the upper cornet Is a
blouse fashioned of beige satin,
trimmed with tricky bows and fin
ished with a snug hip line.
The center drawing shows a black
satin blouse, stunning in it3 sim
plicity. and its unusual draped col
lar of flesh sheer crepe.
Last is the polka dotted blnus»—
! navy dots on white crepe—with
softly feminine ruffles of solid
1 white.
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Feminine Foibles By Marie Marot
I
RITA: Jo, dear, vour dress is adorable. Particularly that ring and bow
treatment on the left hip.
Jo: Thanks, Rita. I’ve been waiting to congratulate you on your own frock,
with its tricky bows across the back, it’s the newest thing I’ve seen.
Making Spinach Popular the home kitchen.
with the Family ° * amce wiw barkv.
□ARPI.Y anybody has a kind4
word for spinach, although it
is one of our best friends
among foods. Doctors and dietitians
have persuaded us that spinach Is
as necessary in the diet as orange
juice; nevertheless, it is unpopular,
and most children have to be bribed
to eat it.
What’s the objection to spinach?
Some people do not like its vague,
metallic flavor; others call it “soggy
leaves" and even the homemaker
who persistently cooks it because it's
good for the family, complains a lit
tle about the job of cleaning such
an obstinately sandy vegetable. Still,
all of these criticisms can be over
come by simple methods of handling |
spinach—which is lucky, because it j
is one of the foods that is nowadays
almost compulsory. Here are a few
suggestions which may help to win
the family to eating spinach with
pleasure.
First, a hint to the cook. Spinach
docs need very thorough cleaning
because it is naturally a sandy vege
table, and a speck of sand in the
cooked dish certainly annoys. IIowr
ever. washing it in this fashion will
make the Job a good deal easier:
Don’t try to wash spinach in a
little>saucepan. Use a container so
large that it will hold gallons of
water. It really pays to keep on
hand a huge bucket just for the pur
pose of cleaning vegetables—it ■will
save time, trouble and your hands.
Throw the spinach into several gal
lons of cold water and let it soak
for half an hour. Swirl it around a
bit from time to time. Presently
The Stars Say—
For Wednesday, March 13.
By GENEVIEVE KEMBLE.
THR astrological forecast for this
day is not very important, the
lunar transits being rather
negative. With the luminaries In
semi-sextile aspect, it may be con
ceded that those In the employment
of others may expect slight benefits,
favors or preferment from their
superiors. Nevertheless, there is a
sign of small deceptions or treachery
and it would be well to be on guard.
Those whose birthday It Is may
not look for a very important year.
Things may move along In routine
grooves, excepting that those in the
employment of others may have
some recognition or favors from
those in authority. There is some
menaces of treachery or deceit, and
it would be wise to be on guard. A
child born on this day may be
equipped for success in employment.
However, it should be disciplined in
straightforward ways in life.
—
the leaves will float on top and the-1
sand will be piled on the bottom.
Lift out the clumps of spinach,
then dump the water and sand. Re
fill the, container with cold water.
Cut off the tips of the clumps so
that the leaves separate, then throw
them into the fresh cold water and
let soak ID minutes more. Then
lift out tho leaves. Put Into a ket
tle, without adding any water. The
drops on the leaves will supply
Helpful Hints
Old silk garments cut very fine
make an excellent stuffing for pil
lows. They are cool and soft and
easily shaken out. The pillows
should be sunned occasionally.
• • •
If there 13 a beautiful view from
the dining room, be sure to plan tho
windows low’ enough to get the bene
fit of it. A pretty scene while eating
adds to tho relish for food.
• • •
The addition of a little kerosene
for washing windows gives a brilliant
polish. It is especially good in Winter
as the oil prevents the water from
drying before the cloth can be
brought into play.
'enough moisture for cooking. Cover
the kettle. Cook for 20 minutes over
a medium flame. Stick In a fork to
make sure it ic tender. If not, cook
a few minutes longer.
Add salt at the last, after the
spinach Is finished. Don’t throw
away the juice, even though there
will be little liquid when spniach
is cooked in this fashion. It can
be served with spinach, or as fob
lows:
Minced Spinach in Cream.
2 lbs. of spinach.
2 tablespoons of butter.
Vi cup of thick sweet cream.
1 teaspoonful of salt.
V» teaspoonful of pepper.
Dash of grated nutmeg or mace.
Cook the spinach as described
above, then remove from the fire
and chop fine. Molt the butter in
a saucepan, add the spinach and the
other items and cook together a few
minutes. Pile into a hot dish. Spin
ach should be kept very hot and
served that way.
Spinach in I emon Dirtier.
2 lbs. of spinach.
4 tablespoons of butter.
2 tablespoons of lemon juice.
teaspoonful grated lemon rind.
1 teaspoonful salt.
’h teaspoonful pepper.
Chop the cleaned spinach, cook 10
minutes, then add these other in
gredionts and cook 5 minutes longer.
Three-Minute Journeys
By TEMPLE MANNING
The Sardana, Barcelona's Peculiar Street Dance, Attracts
Tourists.
□MERICAN tourists who visit-1
Barcelona this year during
the great International Ex
position, will find one of the most
amusing features of Spain's chief
city to be the Sardana, a form of
amusement peculiar to Barcelona
and its district, Catalonia. This is
a queer native dance which the na
tives tread on the streets to the
accompaniment of a municipal or
chestra.
'Fne dancing, a quaint measure
utterly unlike its ballroom proto
types, goes on in different quarters
of the city each night. The news
papers always tell where the Sar
dana is to be held, but the tourist
who is in doubt has only to say
“Sardana” to the first red-coated
policeman he meets and that worthy
guardian of the peace will promptly
tell one’s driver where to go.
The International Exposition,
which opens May 15, will offer all
sorts of amusements. The best or
chestras and choral singers of
Europe will be on hand. International
athletic events will be held, and
typical Spanish fiestas are being ar
rati ged.
For those who like to seek amuse
ment off the beaten path, Barcelona
is dotted with tiny music halls and
theatres of the Parisian type, where
native singers and dancers perform
i nightly, and where almost every
Dancing the ?ardana.
kind of refreshment may be had,
from powerful liquors, matured with
herbs, to mild sherry, called in
Spain “distilled sunlight.”
Picturesque restaurants, where
the gourmet may find exotic and
unusual dishes, are to be found
everywhere.
fopyrtzht, 1329. Newspaper Featur* Ser»lc«, Ine.
HEALTH AND WEALTH,
PROTECT THEM BOTH
Dr. Copeland Amazed at the Number of People Who
“Take Chances” with Common Colds, But Who
Never Fail to Safeguard Personal Property.
Bv ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D.
United States Senator from Xew York.
Former Commissioner of Health, Few York City.
OLDS, colds, colds. Everybody has, or just has had, or is about
to have a cold.
To my desk come great numbers of letters. Many of these
ask about colds and how to avoid them. It is a subject of importance
to every family, to every individual.
Government spends lots of money to control
the corn borer and to exterminate animal and
vegetable pests. I don’t begrudge such appropria
tions. But when it comes to human diseases,
particularly so common a disease as the cold,
it is extremely hard to get money.
Will you explain to me why men will spend
endless sum3 of money to protect property, but
are so indifferent to disease?
To “take a chance” is almost as natural a3
breathing. But it is more difficult to get a man
to take a chance on his property than it ia on
his health.
I am told that the owner of “pre-war liquor”
guards it as carefully as his wife guards her hr ronri a\ti
diamonds. He takes no chances on losing it. The - 1 t-LA* u
business man who suddenly realizes he forgot to close his safe, will
walk back two miles to lock it. He will take no chance on a robbery.
But the poor body! Everybody takes a chance on what may hap
pen 10 iu
As I view it, you have no moral
right to hazard your health. It is
wrong to take chances on your
physical welfare.
No one lives to himself alone.
There are dei>endent members of the
family who will suffer, if the bread
winner or housekeeper becomes ill.
If you are a wage-earner you are
not honest with your employer if
you lack physical ability to do your
work thoroughly. You are cheating
if you make a pretence, going
through the forms of work without
accomplishing a full day’s work.
Wet feet, cold hands and shivering
body, loss of sleep, abuse of the di
gestive organs, lack of fresh air,
sunlight and exercise, exposure to
infection—these are important fac
tors in the production of colds. It
is probable the list is not complete,
but it embraces many things that
are disregarded by too many persons
who are willing to take a chance on
taking cold.
The skin has several functions.
One Is to act as a heat regulator.
It is a sort of thermostat, acting
through the nerves and blood vessels
to control the circulation of the
body.
If the feet are wet and the hands
cold, or if the whole body is shiver
ing with cold, the blood vessels of
the skin are contracted. The sur
face of the body is white and cold.
The blood is driven into the interior
of the body. The nasal tissues, the
throat and lungs are congested, tak
ing up the extra blood which be
longs in the skin and outer tissues.
This leads to trouble.
When I was a boy they taTked
about ‘‘hardening the skin.” There
- _
was sense In that idea. By accus
toming the skin to reasonable tem
peratures. it does not suffer un
pleasantly when exposed to the
weather.
If you live all the time In an over
heated atmosphere, you become like
a hot-house plant. Such a plant
wilts and dies if placed in the cold.
If you are accustomed to high in
side temperature, you are chilled at
the slightest exposure.
I an. sorry time and space do not
per mil a little more discussion of
this subject. But if what 1 have
said sets you to thinking, I am sure
you won't have so many colds.
Answer to Health (Queries
C. F. Q.—What can be done for
hot flashes?
2.—What do you advise for dan
druff?
A.—See your doctor for treatment.
2.—Brush the hair daily and use
a good tonic.
• • •
Tl. C. T. R. Q.—What should a
girl weigh who is 16 years old and
4 feet 11 inches tall?
A.—For her age and height she
should weigh about 107 pounds.
• • •
X. Y. Z. Q — I had a fall, strik
ing on my left side. I believe that
tiie muscles must be torn and the
shoulder blade bruised. What would
you advise?
A.—I would suggest strapping of
the muscles.
Copyright, i}29, Newnpapw Fsatur* Serrtc*. Inc.
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Love’s Awakening Steadfast Woman. j
--By Adele Garrison™-—-J
Madge presides at a “Council of War" called to protect Mary
from the plotters.
IT was fully twenty minutes be-1*
fnre I was able to rejoin the
Underwoods. Mother Graham
suffered a natural reaction of nerves
when I finally got her into bed after
her fright at the unknown ma
rauder’s attempt to get Into Mary’s
room, and it required all my ex
perience to get her quieted so that I
was sure she would fall asleep.
When she finally professed herself
ready to let me go, she put out a
thin trembling hand and clutched
mine.
‘‘Mr. Underwood is very clever
and kind,” she faltered, “but he
isn't our own. Promise me that
you-”
Her voire died away but I pressed
her hand firmly.
“I promise that no harm shall
come to Mary,” I said, with the
sensation of making a vow, and her
hand relaxed.
“I can sleep now.” she said, and I
stooped and kissed her with a con
striction in my throat at her trust in
me, her inclusion of me as “our
own.” Not always had my mother
in law thus regarded me.
Lillian was alone in Mary’s room
when I wont back, and something
tense in her attitude told me that
she was nervcus and alarmed, al
though her face was composed, and
her vo'ce even nonchalant.
“Harry has gone outdoors to see
what traces he can discover,” she
said. “He went directly aft«r you
left, so he ought to be back any
minute.”
But the minutes lengthened into
another quarter of an hour before
Mr. Underwood appeared. It was a
tribute to his powers of moving
noiselP*"cy that we heard no sound
of closing doors, or even of his foot
steps until he was at the door.
Lillian remained almost motionless
as he came in, but her eyes were
suddenly starry with relieved glad
ness, and I realized that she had
been numb with terror for him dur
ing his absence.
Terrifying Memories.
’’The fellow came in through that
wood road which leads to the shark
where ‘me and me aecomplice’ hung
out last Spring,” Mr. Underwood
said, and I felt suddenly cold at his
reference to that time of sinister
menace, that international plot
against governments which had in
volved the Princess Olina and nearly
mded Mr. Underwood’s adventurous
career. “I’ve had .Tim out and we’ve
'raced his footprints—gee!—if this
keeps up, I’m going to hire out as a
movie sleuth'” He wiped his fore
head with a melodramatic flourish
“■of his handkerchief and grinned at
us as he spoke. But I had noticed
the tiny beads upon his forehead and
knew that the gesture was no
theatrical one. He was distinctly
uneasy at the thing which had come
to us so suddenly.
“There’11 be no more trouble to
night.” he said. “Jim’s going to
stay awake the rest of the night,
and so shall I. I wonder if Mary
can tell us her version of the thing
now.”
“I’ll see," I said promptly, and
hurried down the hall to my room.
“Yes, she’s all right,” Katherine
said when I had put the query.
“Bring them in, but don’t linger any
longer than you have to. any of
you.”
I went back with my message and
the Underwoods came quickly with
me to Mary’s bedside.
“We won't stay two minutes.”
Mr. Underwood assured Katherine.
“I just want to ask Mary a question
or two.”
“Go ahead,” Katherine said, and
he turned to Mary, looking up at
him from her pillows.
“What first drew your attention
to the window?” he asked. “Was
there any noise of anybody climbing
up?"
Mary’ shook her head.
Out of the Night.
"No, the first thing I heard was
the sound of scraping against the
screen,” she said. “I didn’t know
what it was at first, thought it was
a cat or something. But when I
looked toward it I could see a hand
—and—a knife or shears or some
thing cutting at the screen, and a
face looking in the room just as if
it were hung there in space.”
She shuddered, and Mr. Under
wood put the next question quickly.
“Could you see the face? Would
you know it again? There was a
light in Lillian’s room at the end—
one we left—which threw a ray right
outside y’our window.”
“Yes, I know,” Mary said. “It
picked out his face, so I'd know it
again anywhere.”
“What was it like, Mary?” Lillian
asked, and I knew that imperceptibly
her husband had signaled her to
take up the inquiry.
“It was a terrible face.” Mary
said, “like a rat's, a low forehead
with windy hair, partly gray, all
tumbled over it. and a sear like a
comma across the cheek.”
"Just one thing more, Mary,” Mr. j
Underwood said, and I knew that
her answer had satisfied him.
“Did you scream before you got '
out of the room?”
(Continued Tomorrow.)
Copyright. 1329, Newspaper Feature Service. Inc.
GOODNIGHT
STORIES
—— By Max Trell -
The Shadow-Children Tell of
Their Adventure in Tunis.
MIJ, Flor, Hanid, Tam and
Knarf—the five little shadow- *
children with the turned- ]
about names—were taking a trip
around the world. They were now
in Tunis. Where is Tunis? Tuni'*1 ‘
my dears, is on the Northern cc&
of Africa. % **
Five minutes after they reached
Tunis, the little shadow-children did
a very curious thing. They scat
tered in five directions. Why? Just
to see the city. Before they scattered,
they promised to meet at five o’clock
in the evening to tell each oth°r
what they saw.
At five o'clock sharp Flor met MiJ.
MiJ met Hanid and Hanid met Tam.
But none of them met Knarf. This
was scarcely odd as Master Knarf
hadn't arrived. They waited until
half-past five. Then Hanid said:
“Shall we wait any longer?” The
others shook their heads. “We have
waited long enough,” they said. “Bee
us tell each other what we saw
today.”
Yam was the first to speak. “When
I left you," she said, “I walked into
the market-place. There I sav' the
merchants and their carts. The
merchants were Arabs. They were
dressed In long white robes with
turbans. Some of them had beards.
All of them were dark. In their
carts were oranges, dates, figs and
candies. In other carts were combs,
beads, hair-puis and shawls. They
all cried out their wares in a loud
voice as though they were singing.
After staying for a while in ere
place, they moved on to another. At
five o’clock it grew dark. As all
the buyers had gone home, they
went home too, wheeling their carta
before them. That’s what I saw
today."
Then Hanid said: “I walked and
walked until I came to the centre
of the town. There I saw tents along
Yam Sees the llazaar In l iiuis.
the street. In one of the tents v
an Arabian barber. He was shal
a man, who was sitting on a V/
bench. In the next tent wa.s^eg
dentist. To show everyone how skill
ful he was at his trade, he made a
heap in front of his tent of all the
teeth he had ever pulled. In other
tents were merchants of various
sorts. At five o'clock, they all closed
their tents and ate their dinner.
That’s what I saw today.”
l'lor was the next to speak. “I
walked into a street where there was
a fountain. At the fountain were
Arabian girls and their mothers.
Some of the girls were bare-foot.
Some of them wore wooden sandals.
Their mothers all had their faces
veiled with white or Mac* silk. X'ot
even their eyes could be seen. They
carried water from the fountain into
their houses in tall earth°n jars. The
little girls played until five o’clock,
where they all hurried home. That’s
what I saw today.”
Then Mij said: “I walked down a
street until I came to a long buy
building with a white dome and a
high tower. Everything was white.
This was a mosque. A mosque is a
Mohammedan church. Inside the
court was a garden with palm trees
and a fountain. The walls were lirht
blue. The inside of the mosque was
laid with rugs and the ceiling was
hung thick with lamps. All those
who wished to enter, had first to
take off their shoes. At five o’clock,
a priest, who is calk'd a muezzin
climbed up to the top of the tower
and sang out In a loud voice. This
was to cal! everyone to prayer. All
who hoard him instantly" stopped
what they were doing and prayed.
That’s what T saw today.”
Just then Knarf came running up,
breathless with excitement.
“What did you see?” they all ex
claimed. “I can’t tell you until to
morrow.” he cried. “It will take too
long.”
“I’lease tell us,” they begged.
“I'm sorry.” said Knarf. “but I
simply can't. I’m very, very sorry.”
The others gazed at him sadlv.
(Tomorrow: Knarf’s Story.)
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Words of the Wise
One moment may with bliss
repay
Unnumbered hours of pain.
—Campbell.
Economizing for the purpose of b*
ing independent is one of the sou d )
indications of many character. /
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The subt'a man is imt.feasur
ably easier to understand than
the natural man.
—Chesterton.
It is great, and there is no
other greatness—to make one
nook of God’s creation more
fruitful, better, more worthy of
God; to make some human
heart a little wiser, manlier,
happier — more blessed, less
accursed. —Carlyle.
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