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SILK HAT HARRY'S DIVORCE SUIT
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Bjr MIXIFRED BLACK. i
A kanM City' woman divorced hr
husband th other day because he told
her that he had been In love with an
other woman for fourteen years.
"I never told the
other woman that
I ; loved her," said
the husband. "I
had too much re
spect for my wife
to do that, but I
have loved her
ever since the first
time I ever saw
wife, poor decent
husband, poor un
conscious . "other
. woman," If she
really :waa uncon
scioxjs, which. I'm
afraid. I am lust
wicked enough to
What aa old mlxup. I wonder if divorce
u really the best way out of It all T
Wouldn't rood long trip td Europe or
a visit home to "mother' folks" hav
Solved the whole problem just as well and
perhaps even all the.' better? V.
The man must be rather a decent sort
Of. fellow. The woman has lived with
him for fourteen years and, never had a
complaint to make of him before. . I
wonder if he isn't 'wortn, v'llttla heart
ache for awbiie?'' - t. . ....
Perhaps. if. the wife said quite, gently:
"I am sorry, I -wish. I had known bo
fore. It must have been very hard for you,
and I realise now what it was that, has
made me so "unhappy at tlmea. " "
"I never quite understood. .
' "I'll go away for a year and think It
"I'll take the children back to the old
home for a long Visit to grandma.' I
have many friends there. I'll put the
' children in school and no' one will be a
Whit th wtKr fthnnt nnp Affairs
"Tou see as. much as. you can of the
other woman. Maybe you won't like her
so well when you can see her every day,
and at the end of 'the year we'll decide
what to do.
"We don't stand alone, we two.
"There are the children. I am no
longer a girl, I eaa manage without what
Z used to think was love.'. You have been
good to the children. Tbey are fond of
you-. It would . hurt them for us to
divorce each other. For their makes lets
ee what we can do to patch up thia
"I am bitterly hurt. I shall not try to
conceal that, but I can live without what
has not been mine for fourteen years, and
live well enough, too.
"The moon still shines, the sun Is
If f-.... .::
Is the Universe Infinite?
prof. Charles nordmaxn,
Pretident of the Paris Observatory.
Kant, this grumbling genius who found
it horribly monotonous to see the same
sun shining every , year and spring al
ways returning at the same time, lost
himself in metaphysical speculations
trying to prow that the Infinite space la
.everywhere filled with similar stars.
It la. perhaps '.prudent to , examine this
problem only la the light of .recent re
liable observations, carefully leaving out
all confusing metaphysical thoughts
which mar force us to define what we
call space and end by making us confess
that we know nothing, not even that It
actually exista. Using, therefore, only
common sense, we will begin by admit
ting ' that an infinite space really xtsta.
Is the number of stars unlimited?
There are those who deny this a priori,
reasoning in this manner: No matter
whit the number of stars is, it may al
ways bo added to. It la. therefore, not
infinite, since nothing mar be added to
the infinite. The argument is plausible,
but it is' false, though Voltaire was
taken In by it. One does notneed to be
a doctor of mathematics to know that
one may always add to an Infinite num
ber ad that here exist Infinite numbers
that are infinitely small compared to
If the world of stars were endless,
there would not be a single line of sight
from the earth which would not meet
oao of these stars. The aatrenomar
Olbors has remarked that the nightly
sky would then be of a brilliancy com
parable to that of the sun. Now the
total brilliancy of - all the stars taken
together Is barely I.OOO times greater
than that of a star of the first magni
tude, that la to say, M.OOO.OOO times less
than that of the sun.
Because of this It was ones thought
that It could be proved that the number
tt stars was limited.. But ana -forgot to
omembee. that Olbor'a argument proves
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bright in June, and the winds sing in th
trees in autumn, though you do not love
"There Is much to enjoy, and I Fhall
enjoy it. Let's separate for awhile and
Perhaps the man would have been glad
when she' merit at first. Perhaps the
very sound of the door closing behind
her would have brought him out of his
vague dream of an imaginary perfection.
and he would have realized what he was
lotting before his wife was gone a day.
Once I knew a little boy who was the
be.t little boy In the world? He would
play all the day in front of the house
where, his father lived and never even
dream of running away. One day his
father moved to a new house, a bouse
with a high fence around it. "to keep
the Children from running away," said
the agent of the new house. . And from
that moment that little boy was an In
corrigible runaway, till one day the little
boy's father had a wide gate cut in the
high fence and gave orders that the gate
should always be left open. He loved his
home, but ho hated to have a fence all
around It. ; When the fence was gone-
he stayed. , .
. . Some, men 'are like the' little boy, 'and
tome women, too. .
When a good Wife sees , her husband
casting a wistful. ' eyr cover th marital
fence I wonder if It wouldn't Bo a good
Idea sometimes to cut a gate in the wall
and leave H wide open for a while..
'"Men'aro Just ' grown . up" little boys
after all, and they never grow so very
Wo women are the only ones who really
grow up. More's the pity. We have to
take care of them every day of their
Uvea and pretend we're letting them take
care of u.
"Where'a my hat? Who took my pipe?
Isn't this the day to pay the rent? What
Is there for dinner?"
' Just boys all the way down the road,
bless their hearts.
It was all right to open the gate for that
runaway of your, little broken hearted
woman, but why need you have left home,
too? You may not be able to find your
way back, and the world is a very lonelj
place for a sad little woman, with no
One to care what becomes of her.
I don't know who the "other woman''
is, or who you are, but this much I do
not fear- to guess by this time that the
other woman looks Just about half as
attractive to that husband of yours as
she did yesterday. The gate Is open, you
see, and ha doean't ears to run very far
after all, may bo.
You could have let him find that' out
while you were in Europe or back home
at grandma's, couldn't you, and then
nothing for two reasons. First, there are
necessarily la the sky many extinct and
obscure stars; we know a number of
them which have been carefully studied
and which prove their existence by eclips
ing the neighboring stars around which
they revolve. Secondly, observations
have proved thst the celestial space In
many places Is filled with dark nebulous
masses and clouds of a cosmic dust which
absorb the light of more distant stars.
It is easily seen, therefore, that an in
finite number of brilliant stars is per
fectly compatible with the faint bright
ness of the nocturnal sky.
And now, if we adjust our spectacles
our telescopes I should ' say and pass
from the domains of the possible to those
of the real, the observations made during
recent years with, the most powerful in
struments supply us with a certain num.
ber of facts which are quite remarkable
and which Irresistibly lead to the follow,
lng conclusions: The number of visible
stars Is by no means as wo have long
bn used to believe, limited only by the
power of our visual or photographic tele
scopes. As wo go away from ths sua the
number of stars contained In the unit of
volume, the "frequency f .the stars, " I
might say, does not remain uniform, but
diminishes as we draw closer to the Mm
Its of the Immense ant-hill of stars which
we call the Milky Way. Our sun seem,
placed In the central regions of this heap,
which Is rudely shaped. Ilka a watch
case which seems to be about half as
wide as it to long. Light, the speed of
which being tOC.00 kilometers a second,
permits it tfi run around the earth at the
equator In one-eighth of a second, takes
250 centuries to traverse this space.
The number of stars In the Milky Way
seems to. be between. S00.000.00O and l.UiO.
000.00o.00a This Is a very small number,
far smaller than the number of Iron mole
cules ooQtained In a pin head.
Outside tbo limits of the Milky Wsy,
space seems deserted and devoid of stars
for enormous distances, compared to the
extent of the Milky Way group of stars.
Dare we hope that some day perfect
means of observation will permit us to
cross the silent abysses which surround
tha Milky Way cosmos? Or are our
views perhapa priaoners forever' in this
Probably the latter Is true because of
the ether. I do not speak of the ether of
the druggists, which is sold In bottles and
beloved by certain ladles, nor of the ether
of the poets, which Is so vague that no
one really knows what it is. No, I speak
of the ether of the scientists, of this Im
ponderable and marvellously elastic me
dium which fills tha space between the
planets, and which Is more precious than
the air we breathe, since It transmits the
light and heat vibrations of the sun. the
rource and touch of all life on earth.
Now, according to the most recent dis.
eoverles of science, ether and mattet
seem more and more to be modified forms
of on another. Nothing proves that
these two forms of substance are not al
ways sasoeisted and found together. Anr
perhapa the Milky Way, the local con
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Copyright, 111. National News Ass'n.
centration of matter. Is nothing but a
bubble of Isolated ether. If this be so,
If around our universe there be spaces de
void of other, it will be forever Impossi
ble for even the faintest ray of light, the
smallest quantity of energy, to come to
us from worlds which perhaps live and
breathe beyond, and thee worlds shal.
forever be for us as If thoy did not exist
at all. , '
"There are then things we are never to
know," cry the astonished simpletona A
pleasant pretention to want everything la
existence to be contained In a few cubic
inchea of gray matter.
Many a bare-faced lie is old anough to
That old adags about tha now broom is
rsther a sweeping assertion.
Borne people break Into song as though
they were committing a burglary.
i xmffzz? -?xsm ft fc
f A Trifle' Dypeptio J
His Wish with the
1 Mbi n
C Deuced Bad Form
1 1 i ii 1 1 1 1 H . ii Hi i in i , i "i icy
"These people obey the letter, perhaps,
but they won't obey the spirit of the
The speaker. Commissioner Rhine
lander Wtldo of New York, was discuss,
lng certain troublesome and wily trans
greesors. He continued:
"And they don't even interpret tha let
ter of tha law correctly. They and their
attorneys quibble like the young man In
a rural county.
"A young man and his girl were stroll
ing In a country meadow when a bull
dashed down upon them.
" 'Stay here and protect my retreat.'
cried the girl. 'You know, Reggie, you've
often aald you'd face death for my sake.'
"But Reggie, who had already sprinted
fifty yards, called back over his shoul
der: " 'Do you call that bull dead? "
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By GARRETT P. SERVIS8.
The keenest observer among living
astronomers, Professor E. E. Barnard,
rails attention to a most singular anparl
tlon in the sky, which seems to hsve
made Its appear
ance since the
early part of June,
into It is a self
luminous h a s e.
which has a slow,
among the stars,
snd distributes it
self in all quarters
of the sky In the
form of long, glow
ing strips, usually
straight and diff
used, and as much
as much ss fifty
degrees in length
and three or four
degrees In width,
these enigmatic ob
In soma oases
Jects era nearly, or
quite, as bright as the Milky Way In
Its average portions. In transparency
they resemble ordinary hsse, and their
luminously Is uniformly steady. .
Prof eesor , Barnard has watched them
until dawn, and has-- noticed that, "aa
daylight killed them out." there were
strips of ordinary hate exactly the same
In form and motion and occupying the
same region of the sky. "My Impres.
slont" -ho adds, "Is ' that these hasy,
luminous strips were only ordinary haae,
which, for soma reason, had beoome self
luminous." There is the whole mystery. Why are
they luminous, and why have similar ob
jects not ben noticed befors? Professor
Barnard Is a moat persistent watcher of
the night sky; perhaps there Is no One
who knows' It In all Its 'aspects so well
as be, and yet he had never seen any
thing of this kind previous to June 7,
Bf MARIE CORTIIOPE.
We have read with due sympathy of
tha sad death of Mile, Nlngo. fehe was
tha only gorilla aver brought alive to
thla country and was brought here thst
we might observe our next door neighbor
but one of the human race, according to
tha Darwinian theory. Mile. Nlngo and
note it was not Mons. Nlngo died f
homesickness, and thereby affords us a.
striking lesson in evolution, it wo are to
believe In the theory.
In these times homesickness Is almost
ss unfashionable with men as appen
dicitis Is fashionable with women. It has
been evoluted out of the male sex. And
It hasn't been so very long, as the world
goes, since It was quite the thing for
both men and women.
There was Josephine, consort of Na
poleon, who longed for her native Island
of Martinique, set like a Jewel In the
blue sea. We can almost fancy ths first
"My word, Josle, corns out of that fog.
If you went back to that Jay town of
Ealnt Pierre you wouldn't be there two
dtya before you would be inquiring what
time the next boat sailed for Paris."
Josephine, the woman, was not allowed
to long at ease, but when Napoleon went
for that Indefinite stay at St. Helena, It
Inquiring of the governor how the light
was outside and whether all the painters
were on hand. Napoleon would sally
forth. He would climb to the edge of
the cliff, put his hat on sideways, fold
his arms, sink bis cbln on his chest snd
look out to sea In the supposed direction
of France. The painters would cry:
"Hold it! Hold ltj Splendid"' They
would paint like 'mad and send their
pictures back to Paris, where tbey would
be printed in the morning newspapers
under the captions of "Napoleon Longing
for France." or "Napoleon Longing for
His Native shores."
Any man In Jail is likely to long for
borne until be gets out
Our up-to-the-minute Napoleon and
you only need scratch ths average man
down to his sU-oplnion to find a Na.
poleon. bsrrlng opportunity wouldn't go
back to France at I a. m. if somebody
hsppened to rail It "horns" even to be
emperor, king and president, all rolled
Into one, and with the entire country as
They prate of homo and are anxious
to tell strangers about how much they
Now. It will be remembered thst Hal.
ley's cumet was supposed to have swept
the earth with Its tsll on May 10, 1910,
less than three weeks before the strange
shining strips were first noticed. Pro
fessor Bernard is too cautious a savsnt ;
to assert that the hate possessing such
remarkable, peculiarities was Introduced
Into the air by the comet, but, at the
same time, he says: "Old It not seem ;
unressonabie, one might suspect soma ,
rslatlon between this condition of the at-
mosphere and the possibly passage of -the
earth through a portion of the tall
of Halley's comet." Then he calls for a
more general, and very careful, observa
tion of the phenomena.
If these things had been remarked-only i
by on ordinary observer they would do
serve relatively little attention, but when
they awaken no more than a suspicion
In ths mind of a man like Professor Bar t
nard, there are many who will bo ready.''
to . Jump to . the conclusion that his sus
picion, gusrded, as It Is, by his un-1
rivalled acquaintance with the appear
ance of the sky, Is about as good as
an sffirmatlon that after all. Halley's
comet did leave us a tokan of its .visit.
which will Its forever remembered In ths
annuals of astronomy and talked about '
with eager Interest three-quarters of a
century hence, when, the comet cornea
back again. -If
It should be possibls to capture soma
of the particles of this haae as thy
slowly make- their way . downward
through the denser parts of the air, wo
may have convincing proof of - their '
cometary origin. Supposing such proof
established, what an object for the
microscope would bo those tiny bits of
matter which have alternately ex per
Innced the rigors of Interstellar . cold, ,
millions of miles beyond the utmost
frontiers of the solar system, and tha
electric solar energies that firs ths heart
of a comet and make It a biasing wonder
In the sky when it approaches Its master,
love It. Then they have a eompleu
change of outfit at a hotel, another at
the club snd an office boy trained to.
The men who come home about often
enough to forget whether the latch key '
goes In ths lock right side up or upslda
down are also never at a losa for kick.
They don't like ths angle as which tha
elevator boy weara hta cap. Or the
cook, who learns that "tha Boss" la to1
bo home for breakfast, but a nervous tit
ana ourns the chops. Thst'a enough, . ,
And the woman, tinm-lnvlnf hv In.
stlnct. takes these kicks seriously and
goes out and walks until her feet are
sore and her head aches to try to find a
new apartment or fires tha eook. There
woman t be any moving days If it wasn't
for the men.
The truth Is that tha soldier of fortune. '
the wanderer, is ths man's hero. They'
have appropriated "wanderlust" as ' a
wora anoiicaoi Aniv tt th r
Just now the gentleman from Indiana la!
the pride of his fellows because he takes
three taxlcabs of different lines and,
hastens away without remembering to
leave his address at horns. '
Then we read about "The men who
can't go back." usually found In soma
lasy port of South America. The only
reaseon they want to go back Is to get
Men Nostalgia Evolution it Is to
"non't think that a man Is alow wheri
It comes to dollar-gathering just because
he wears blue Jesns snd calf-hide boots."
remarked Herman Peters to some, ara
bles who had been decrying ths bucolic
population because of alleged dumbnosa.
"Ha mayn't work your way. but he gets
there all tha same. I know an old plow,
pusher whose homestead fronts on the
highway leading from one important
Iowa town to another. Lots of automo-
"'-'. turn yimyv uuuii 111, U II I IJ1 P T,
and many of them come to grief.,
peclally at night in a hollow In he
road Juat outside the house.
"'Why don't you fill up that plt?l
once asked htm.
" 'I guees not.' he drawled. "Why, I n
making heaps o' money hauling autps
out of it all summer long.' "