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THE BEE: OMAHA. MONDAY. APRIL ll. 1W2.
My Marriage Problems "Revelations of a Wife" (Crifkt t:; Th Wj "Anion Cmt to Brif i "You uny ride on, Anton." There u a crUpnot in the uiu !Iy kindly voice of my neighbor, Mr. feriggi, which male me wondrr if he had noticed the scrutiny to which I wit sure the man "Anton" lubjretins nt. Hut I do not lvlc toward the man, at lie olx-ynl Mr. Urigg. 1 kept my tytt fixed upon the (ace ft my neighbor. "Ihee infernal fellow a are o im pudent," Mr. Hriggi Mid angrily t the man obeyed, and the aound ot hi horie'a hoo(heat receded down the road. "They atare at every new fare ai if they never had teen a nu man brine before. But what can we poor country folk do? Talk about unemployment. I tuppote there If plenty of it in the city, but on the farm well, you can ce for yourelt what kind of men I have to hire," "He certainly isn't very prepoe in," 1 answered, hopine that I could keep my kindly neighbor In conversation until 1 bad gleaned what little he knew of the man ratl ing himself Anion. "J he a native oi this section?" Mr. Briggi Explains, I tried to make the question ap pear the perfunctory inquiry of a neighbor. "I'd be tempted to move out of the lection if he were," Mr. Uriggs retorted with a grim little smile. "No. he comes irom New York, I believe, that is New York was his last stopping place. I understand he hasn't been over from the other side ery long. Funny thing how I came to get him, too. If I didn't know the man who scut him I'd think he had some axe to grind in sending thi chop out to me." From far down the road came the faint purr of a motor. 1 clenched my fingers into my palms involuntarily. Suppose it were Dicky, and he should reach me before Mr. Uriggs had finished his casual recital which meant so much to Lillian's plans. "He's a big New York manufac turer my acquaintance. I believe he's some sort of philanthropist. Anyway there are iiways a lot of queer-looking people hanging around his offices. And when I happened to mention how hard it was to find a man he told me of this chap, who, it seems, was hurt in some fashion you saw the bandage and has been ill on account of it. My acquaintance said the fellow needed outdoor air. and he though would be a splendid worker. Of course, I'm not running a sanitarium, but, on the other hand, my work isn't hard, so I said I'd give this man a trial. But I'm very doubt ful about him. He seems willing enough, but there's something about him" Madge's Excuse. The sound of the motor car was so near now that it attracted Mr. ta Brigg's attention, and he stopped talking and looked up just as Dicky drew up my car by the side of the ' wood path. But I felt that I had no reason for complaint because of any information I had missed. Mr. Briggs evidently had told me all he knew of the man who called himself Anton. And I did not doubt that when the ocassion should arise it Vould be an easy matter to obtain from him the name of Anton's form er employer, the "philanthropist." I had a fairly well-defined idea of what sort of philanthropy Mr. Briggs' "acquaintance" deah in. The fact that the shrewd farmer had been careful to use the word "acquaint ance" instead of "friend" made me sure that he would have no objection ' to giving any needed . information concerning the, man who had sent him Anton. But. of course, all this was detail for Lillian's ear Lillian's planning. I had done all that I dared in getting the information I had secured, and I was delighted at having obtained i: without an suspicion on the part cf Mr. Briggs that I wanted it. Although I w.-.s wildly impatient to get back to Lillian with what I had learned, I was firmly resolved not to stir from the spot without Dicky. I had too lively a recollec tian of the fact that "Anton," or "Smith" had most potent reasons for desiring vengeance upon my hus band. Dicky had knocked him down for his behavior toward me, had af terward captured and tied him up for the state troopers. How he had es caped those bonds was still a mys tery, but that he would be murder ously vengeful against Dicky I was sure, and I made up my mind that nothing would tempt me to go hon. vitUout my husband. Mr. Briggs and Dicky were ex changing the usual courteous com monplaces, and it was but a minute or two before our kindly neighbor lifted his hat and cantered down the road in the wake of the mysterious Anton. - "So this is what you're doing the minute I turn my backl" bantered Dicky and I saw that his good hu mor was completely restored. "Bet- ter take your car and trot along , home, so the folks won't be getting anxious. The garage men will be along in a few minutes." His suggestion was so eminently correct that I had to rack my brains frantically for an excuse to offer him. "I I can't Dicky," I faltered. "That drive and everything upset me so that I don't want to go home by myself. I'll wait until you're ready to go, too." A Silly Song By A CUCKOO BIRD. 1 Tom Skinner made some cider from apples ripe and red, "I'll put it in the cave to drink on winter nights." he said. One day, some three months later, the booze hounds made a call on Tom, and found his apple juice contained much alcohol. They took Tom to the county seat and locked him up in jail 'til Dodge nd me and Peleg Brown drove up nd went his bail. Then, later on, they had a trial (so help me this is true) and fined poor Tom a hun dred beans for what he did not do. I ask you, was that justice, oh hon t friend of mine? Dame Nature did the dirty work and Skinner bd the fine. ?t'E E P Y - T I JM Ev T.A L E,S THE TALE OF THE HULEY COW .BY'ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY CHAPTER XX. Good Corn Wasted. Mr. Crow had h'cu talking about the corn in the silo, which Farmer Green fed to the herd during the winter. And the Muley Cow could re that he was growing angrier every moment. "WclM well!" she exclaimed. "You don't object do you? if Farmer (ireen feed us corn that he raised himelf." "Certainly I do!" Mr. Crow fumed. "It's not fair. He doen't tore away any ntce tweet corn in a tilo for m." "A hi ion wouldnt like it if he did," the Muley t ow mid him. Why not;" Mr. Crow asked. "Why shouldn't I enjoy nice tweet corn in the dead of winter? "Because" said the Muley Cow "because the corn from the tilo in t sweet. It's sour, Mr. Crow. And you wouldn't care for it at all. The old gentleman looked tur pried. "How sour is it?" he inquired. "I'd hate to sav. the Muley Cow renlien. "I insist on your telling me." he croaked. "I insisti for I've a right to know." "Well." said the Muley Cow. "the corn from the silo it not quite as sour as your temper, Mr. Crow. And that's all I can say." That seemed to be enough for him. He asked no more questions, but flew off in a terrible rage. And he told all his friends that it was a shame, the wav Farmer Green ruined the corn by putting it in the silo. "It turns sour." he explained. "And Farmer Green has to feed it to the cows, because nobody else will eat it." All the crows in Pleasant Valley agreed that it svas a pity to spoil good corn like that. They even had a meeting a crow caucus in the pin woods, they were so upset. "What can we do about it?" they asked one another. Nobody could supply an answer. "If we could eat all the corn be fore it's cut, we could save it" old Mr. Crow began. But the rest shouted him down. than that before the Muley Cow broke in upon hit words. "If you hadn't been born a tc everybody would have a better opin ion cf you." the told him. He began tqiawking at her at the top t f hi lungs. Hut the Muley Cow didn't care. She coiitiniH to twist her tongue around mouthful of grass quite at if Mr. Crow haJ never been born at all. And that was the end of that. icopcriiat. js:j He be$&n squawking at hw.at tbe top of bis lungs. They knew that couldn't be done. "There's your friend, the Muley Cow," said one of them to old Mr. Crov. "Why don't you tell her that Farmer Green's not treating the herd well? He gives them spoiled corn. If they'd refuse to eat it,, it would serve him right." "A good ideal" said everybody else except old Mr. Crow. As for him he made a wry face. "I don't enjoy talking with the Muley Cow," he objected. "Be sides, a talk with her would be of no use. She's one of the "most stu pid people I ever saw." After a good deal of teasing by his cronies Mr. Crow at last con sented to speak to the Muley Cow once more. And flying to the pas ture, he flapped down near her. "If I had been born a calf" Mr. Crow began. But he got no further Dog Hill Paragrafs W n - Ti : i dj umii tnatlaIT1 Slim I'ickrnt it learning to play a fiddle, and was seen and heard sit ting on a stump this morning. He don't want anybody to hear him while he is learning, and he got up and drove a cow away. The blind mule belong to Sile Kil dew got frightened at a paper sack in the road this morning and ran away. It is not often that some thing as impossible as this happens. Columbus Altsop has bought him self a pair of large specs, which he will wear whenever he attends any thing big. Parents' Problems Should anything be done to en courage a little girl of 7, who is very lukewarm in her expressions of pleasure, etc., to be more enthusias tic? Everything possible should be done to encourage the lukewarm child to become more expressive. Responsiveness is the keynote of good work and good play. If she has any talent, beguile her some how to use it for the enjoyment of someone whose outspoken apprecia tion will awaken her pride, lhe child is only shy perhaps, and must be beckoned on and on. " Doane College Co-eds Beat Boys to First Outdoor Plunge Crete, Neb., April 9. (Special.) Th. first swimming party of the season was held by a number of Doane college girls. Last year the boys went in early and established a new record, but this year the girls were, determined to win the coveted medal and took the first plunge. They said the water wasn't so aw fully cold after they got in. HEST COLDS . I Apply over throat and cheat cover with hot flannel cloth. 0KS VAPORUO I r Million Jan Vitd VWfo "tatf, Jimmy, latttrt Turn know' mmthar nM tftcr wn't b any bnmUmmt till wm bring th KtlUfg'a Carn ria;- "akS . acjitBiswi r- r.v Compote tlawcTispness! KELLOGG'S a&iwtuy Qarn Makes you ever ate! 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Insist upon KELLOGG'S Corn Flakes in the FLAIVC II tnat axe not leathery I II i 1 Of 1 TOASTED COBH CORNFLAKES Alt aakm f KELLOGG'S UUMBLES uj KELLOGG'S KAN. ctakaJ aaJ krotUJ With the if test Favor vOv fTv T I Ov -rto i There's no mistaking the trend of the readers of news papers toward The Omaha Bee. The Bee circulation gains for many months past have but one explanation. The Bee is in high favor as a newspaper and is growing stronger with the reader every day. l Take March, for instance; The Bee gained 13,221 daily average circulation over March, 1921; whereas the largest gain of any other Omaha paper was only 9,463 and the gain of the other Omaha paper was only 8,407. The Sunday Bee gained in the same period 19,754; the second paper 13,169; the third paper 9,525. . t Past Six Months' Gains Omaha Papers (Compared with corresponding months a year ago) DAILY THE BEE - -10,073 Second Paper - - - 5,528 Third Paper 5,023 SUNDAY THE BEE - - 15,887 Second Paper - - - 7,811 Third Paper - - - - 4,086 To Advertisers audi THiose WIno . Ukeinice Advertbing. . , " . .. ... i For a growing business, or a business that aspires to grow, there's nothing so good as advertising in a growing circulation. New readers of a paper mean new customers for your busi ness, and mean additional results to your advertising- The readers of newspapers are drifting toward The Bee. Let Bee advertising "drift" these readers as customers toward your store. Keep pace with the growing value of The Bee as an advertising medium. The Bee Average Circulation for March, 1922 Daily - 71,775 . Sunday - 78,365 The On 0T1 Morning mm Evening Sunday See