Bema Watcha
44,
., April 26, 1912.
Bellefonte, Pa
THE SURVIVAL.
[By Ella Randall Pearce. ]
When Dudley Saxe stalked out of
the Evers cottage that May evening,
wild with resentment and sick with
disappointment, his first mad idea
was that this was the end—the end
of everything between him and Marian
Evers, the end of all things for him,
the end of living! Of course, there |
was nothing else left for him to do.
Life had become suddenly empty and |
useless: therefore, he would make
his exit.
An hour's tramping over the hard |
roads with the cool night winds on his
feverish brow brought him to a dif- |
ferent point of view His strong, |
healthy mind revolted from the grue- |
some visions that sacceeded each
other when he contemplated the ways
and means of the end. No, he would
live, but—he would make her sorry.
He would show her how fast a man—
a good man—could be sent to the
devil! His would stop at the Red
inn on his way home, and there be- |
gin a wild season of debanch that |
would make his friends stand aghast.
Common sense took up the argu !
ment just then. Why had Marian |
Evers dismissed him? Because of |
his seeming instability, his lack of |
purpose and pleasure loving ways. |
Because, to her unscphisticated, or- |
derly mind. his youthful restlessness
and impulses, his superabundance of
spirits and democratic good-fellowship |
seemed to portend a reckless, unde-
pendable, prodigal nature. Why turn
to evil ways and prove her words true,
and himself as she had intimated, un-
worthy of her love? No, he would |
not have judgment pronounced upon |
him like that. He would prove her |
wrong. He would rise, he would
shine, and she would live to regret |
this night's work. Then, as this noble |
resolution uplifted him, he thought of |
West Bradley—West Bradley, dapper |
and dignified, polite and precise, with
his dancing-master airs and graces |
and his flowery compliments such as |
even sensible women scem to delight |
in How welcome he had always been |
at the Evers cottage—and he would |
stil! be welcome! Jealousy stung :
Dudley Saxe then into swift, hot tem: |
per that, uncommendable as it was,
served to sweep his mind of all mor
bid ideas.
Perhaps Marian had not been hon-
est with him, after all; perhaps he
had been banished to make way for |
his rival. “Well, she’s welcome to
him,” Saxe thought, in disgust, flinging |
about and facing a homeward way
through the dark woodland. “I know
his kind—with his gimlet eyes and
thin lips. He'd grind a woman down,
all right. West Bradley—bah!"
The next morning Dudley Saxe left |
town, and no one knew whither he |
had gone. When Marian Evers heard |
the news, she cried until her pretty
face was disfigured, and when West i
Bradley called that evening, even a
careful coiffure could not conceal the |
damage. i
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good,” commented her caller, “Eaton- |
town's too slow for him, I guess. He's |
got to have his fling in the world.”
“Where ever Dudley Saxe has gone, |
his right fling, as you call it, will be !
in the right direction,” said Marian, |
quietly, but with a flash of her blue
eyes, |
“Why--er—1] hope s0,” replied Brad-
ley, smoothly “But you must admit
that our young friend has a wild, un-
tamed spirit and—"
“lI do not wish to hear anything |
against Dudley Saxe,” said Marian,
proudly. “He has heart—and prinei
ples. We have both lost a good
friend.”
Lost indeed! Without a word or
sign, Dudley Sexe had dropped out of |
hig little circle, and no one knew how
much Marian Evers cared. In fact,
rumor was soon busy with her name
and West Bradley's, and he danced
attendance on her with all the grace,
gallantry and diplomacy of a court
attache.
Meanwhile, Dudley Saxe was trying
to forget his troubles, in a distant
city. He had fou'd congenial occu-
pation and ready r ends. For the lat-
ter he had little time, as he devoted
his evenings to literary work which
hati always attracted him. But some-
how, the story he had begun failed to
interest him or to progress properly.
Marian Evers and West Bradley were
the only persons that seemed real to
him, and his own life story the only |
record of vital importance. Then he
met a friend who was successfully en-
gaged in the moving picture business.
“What are you doing with your
spare time, Saxe?” he had questioned.
“You're pretty clever with the pen—
why don’t you write a play?”
“A play?”
“Yes, for our company—a moving
picture play. We need good stuff, and
there's money in it; something senti-
mental and strong, you know. Come
down to the place and look the thing
over. We're going to take some in-
door pictures today—got a fine stock
company. Come down and get ac-
quainted.” That was Dudley's chance.
Before night, he had a scenario in
mind that revolved around the subject
nearest his heart. “The Survival”—
it was a touching story of a sweet |
young girl, with two suitors for her
hand; one, ardent, impulsive and no-
ble, the other sleek and crafty, with
the soul of a shrimp. Saxe chuckled
in unholy glee as he drew that pen
picture of his hated rival. He drew
on memory for many of his scenes,
"ge killed in with a vivid imagination.
ere was the vigeclad cottage |
with the orphan girl living with sn
+ public testified to that.
| eTa.
| vival’
wncient relative The rivals appea:
and cross lances for her favor, the
crafty villain poisons her mind
azainst the noble lover, and he is dis
missed coldly. Then the girl realizes
her mistake—too late! There Is a
mortgage on her home, and the vil
lain, obtaining possession of the pa-
pers, presses his suit under threat of
foreclosure. The noble lover returns
| secretly, buys in the estate, thwarts
his rival and wins the girl—at last.
It was a pretty play, and well writ.
ten. Impelled by a sudden whim,
Saxe offered his services to pose as
the noble lover, and two members of
the stock company who, with a little
make-up, closely resembled the char
acters he had in mind, were selected.
Saxe's friend, the manager, and every
! member of the company agreed that
| he had missed his calling when he
went into business life,
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“You should have been a dramatist
i or an actor—or both.” said his friend.
“Anyway, don't forget to send us
down a litle sketch once in a while.”
When “The Survival” was first un-
reeled, the author had an exceedingly
uncomfortable half hour. It was one
thing to put his thoughts into drama-
tie expression. and another to see
them in bold black and white scenes
on the canvas Still—how deserving
was the hero and how craven his
rival! And it was a good play: the
It was also
unlikely that any Eatontown folks
would ever see it. He did not reckon
on the far-reaching influence of the
moving picture industry.
“The Survivai' was sent abroad
throughout the !and with several oth-
er entertaining products of the cam:
Saxe wrote a little, worked
much, and thought every day of his
old sweetheart. No bright eyes or
smiling lips of the city could banish
the image of Marian Evers. He could
shut his eyes at any time, and see the
sweet month, the tender, steady eyes
of pansy blue, the capricious little
chestnut curls that fell upon her brow
and slender white neck. It seemed
impossible that she had gone out of
his life forever!
All the wrath and bitterness had
left his heart with the making of his
little play: he had only sadness and
a great longing to return to his na-
tive town. “But I will never go back.”
he said. when he first felt the lonz-
ing: and a vear latter he said it
again. Then came a letter that made
his hands tremble while he apened it
How had she known where a letter
would reach him?
| “Dear Dudley:
“1 have seen your play, ‘The Sur
How could vou ever have
| written ite"
“What does she mean by that?”
i thought Dudley
“Of course, | knew vou at a glance;
and 1 wrote to the company for your
address Some parts of vour story
are very trne | have lost my home,
and | am leaving Katontown will
| you come and say good-by?
“MARIAN”
Would he come? The first train
out hore him to Eatontown. Marian
seemed changed when he saw her in
her dismantled home She was thin.
| mer and more serious-looking: a new
shyness was in he: manner. and yet
her eyes were very soft and friendly
when she greeted him.
“How well von are
ley,” she said.
“1 am feeling well—and doing well,”
he replied, with an expression to the
words that made her blush.
“Don’t be unkind,” she murmured
“Remember, we are to say good-by
looking. Dnd-
“With West Bradley?”
A deeper blush. “No, | want to tell
you about something—your play, Dud:
ley. The hero was noble—"
“Don’t talk about that absurd :
thing,” protested Saxe, uneasy
“But | want you to know. | mis
fudged vou, Dudley. [I had lived in
such a narrow world, I was not fair
to you. And West Rradley was never
half the man you orve—there!”
Dudley colored with pleasure, but
his brow wrinkled.
“What has he done?”
“Nothing—nothing much. Oh, he's
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COSTLY
PITTSBURG MERCHANT HAS ONL
THAT COST HIM §75.
Tells of the Time He Bet With Af.
fable Stranger in Kansas City—
Keepsake From Young Man's
Grandmother.
“Sse that three-cent piece?” said
LENT Pino T0 HANG BEDROOM CURTAINS
*ieccessity for Fresh Air at Night
Makes Question a Most Im.
portant One.
Since fresh air at night has become
imperative the right way to curtain a
bedroom must be studied. Every win-
, dow must be raised at top and bot-
John M. Gardner, a retired Pittsburg
merchant, who formerly
Kansas City. He was at the Union
depot the other morning on his way
to visit friends in Wichita, says the
Kansas City Star. “That coin cost me
$75 right here in front of this depot,
and I would not take a hundred for it.
“Twenty years ago this month I
was waiting for a train here. Along
came a stranger,
held out his hand.
me, but | convinced him he didn’t, and
after he apologized, we went to get
a drink.
young man directly i front of us pull
out a handkerchief, ond as he did so
something ‘ell irom his pocket. The
stranger, who we will call ‘Bud,’ called
my attentoin to it. He picked up the
article, which proved to be a heavy
piece of cardboard folded several
times and tied with pink ribbon. Bud
untied the paper and inside was a
three-cent piece, the very one you see
here. Bud told me to put it in m)
nocket and tie the paper again with-
out the coin inside. We thought we
would have some fun. We went over
to the depot and found the fellow,
“ ‘Lost anything, stranger? asked
Bud.
“‘Not that 1 know of,’ was the re-
nly.
“We insisted on him searching. Sud-
denly he looked up with disappoint
ment written all over his face.
“ ‘Yes, boys, 1 lost a piece of paper
tied up with ribbon, have you fellows
geen it?
“Is this it?" I asked, holding out
the paper.
“He made a zrab for it. Bud asked
him what he had inside the paper. The
fellow said it was a Keepsake, a
three-cent piece which his grand-
mother had given him. Bud nudged
me and laughed.
“‘You mean to say you carry a
three-cent piece in that paper? said
Bud. Bud then offered to bet there
was not any coin in that paper. They
bet $20. Bud did not have any more
to bet, he said. Then I thought I saw
a chance to make some easy money,
£0 | bet the fellow 310. He raised me
$20, and we argued back znd forth un-
til T had $75 up. 1 knew I couldn't
lose as | had that three-cent piece
right in my pocket. Then the fel-
low took the paper and, without unty-
ing it, tore it in two. When I saw
a three-cent piece come out of thai
paper.
Bud was holding stakes.
“Several years after I learned that |
these two were working that game as
a regular business. Now, every time
some one approaches me with a
scheme | don't know much about, [
reach into my pocket and rub this
three-cent piece, just as a matter of
precaution, you know."
Money's Part in Marriage.
Scores of persons lose their chances
of being happily married through mak-
ing an unnecessary obstacle of money.
The importance eof it is often exagger-
ated. Many a man hesitates tc pro-
pose to a girl because of his small in-
come, Very often much misery, mis-
understanding and tangled lives result
from the silence. More unfortunate
love affairs are the result of what has
not been said than of spoken words.
When a man has a small sure in-
come, and a prospect of increase,
there is no legitimate reason for his
not speaking of his love; no reason,
for that matter, to prevent marriage.
People are so desperately afraid,
' though, of beginning married life in
+ a small way. They fear the sacrifices
not as black as you painted him, but
he's so small and selfish. And he hae
got this house—my home—"
“Got your home? Foreclosed the
mortgage and put you out?”
which they will be called upon to
make—of the criticism to which they
will be subjected. Many years of hap
| piness are lost in this way. It is such
cried |
Dudley, in indignant excitement. “The
scoundrel!
know before?”
“Wait, wait,” se'd Marian, softly.
“There was a mortgage, and West
Bradley got posses ion of it and was
Why didn't you let me |
a mistake for young people to want to
start marriage in the state that their
parents are ending it.
To delay marriage until a “comfort.
able” income is available is to prove
something lacking in the love—An-
| swers, London.
rather mean about it, but I didn't |
care.
tired of living here, anyway. So I let
him have the house to live in with
his new wife, a widow from
south. He was married last week.
Dudley. She was visiting Eaton
town, and he pai’ court to her as
goon as I—I refused him. Dudley!"
For, with a boue~ that took ro re-
gard of obstacles between them, ma- |
terial or otherwise, Dudley Saxe had
I've got so':e money and I'm |
the |
caught the girl in his arms, clasping
her powerfully and pressing kisses
upon her face with all the pent-up
emotion of many months.
No Desire to “Hog” Things.
Her Father—So my daughter has
consented to become yous wife. Have
you fixed the day of the wedding?
Suitor—I will leave that to my fian-
cee,
H. F.—Will you have a church or a
private wedding?
8.—Her mother can decide that, sir
H. F.—What have you to live on?
8.—1 will leave that entirely te you,
sir.
Softer.
“If 1 buy you a seat in the stock ex:
change, will wou agree to go to work?
“] ain't crazy for work. dad. Make
it a seat in the senate.”
Equal to the Occasion,
He had been a writer of novelettes,
but now he was a tramp. The imagin-
ative instinct remained with him, how-
ever.
“Well,” demanded the cold-visaged
lady as she opened the door.
“Madam,” he replied, “I am the ex-
fled king of Cambria. I was hunting
in yonder forest, but in some way I
became separated from my retainers,
likewise my gun and purse. I am foci-
sore and weary, and I would fain tar-
. ry awhile and partake of refreshment
_ at your hospitable board.”
“We've got nothing in the house
fit for a king to eat,” said the lady,
in the same lofty tone; “but I pray
| thee tarry while I unchain my bull
hound Tearum. He will escort your
majesty with all ceremony to the
gates, und methinks—"
|
But the king remembered a press-
ing engagement elsewhere.
Carefree BEchemians.
“How would you like to go to a
Bohemian supper? Lots of literar:
reople and all that.”
“No; the Bohemians are too fre”
snd easy for me. Last time I went
they ran out of cheese and spread
the sandwiches with library paste.”
lived near |
with a smile, and |
He said he knew |
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tom, which is better for lungs and
omplexion than for hangings.
The specialist advises no curtains;
30 will most men, who rarely like the
dainty draperies dear to women. Few
housekeepers agree with this, even
the health fanatics. Nothing furnishes
a room like fresh white curtains; be-
sides, the publicity of the uncurtain-
»d room is objectionable, not to men-
tion the bare look of the outside of a
house.
The woman who believes in fresh
1ir never hangs at her bedroom win.
dows curtains that cannot be launder
ed easily or that are ruined by damp-
pess. Windows up the year around
soon works havoc on delicate lace or
colored curtains.
Double draperies are not advisable
for the bedroom. Too much air is
shut out, though they are lifted back
each night. When one will have them,
choose denim, wash prints or heavy
wash silks that stand tubbing,
One woman fastens to the side lin-
tels of her window high above tke mid-
dle sash, a small hecok. In a conven-
ient place she keeps cords for each
half of curtain and her maids are
wught when preparing the room for
the night to loop the curtains up and
back, thus giving free current of
alr,
The most practical method of cur-
taining a bedroom is to divide the
curtain in two sections horizontally.
A rod is run at the top of the lower
sesh and the lower half run on it by
a narrow casing. The upper curtain
is cut longer than the lowed one and
hung on a rod at the top of the case-
ment so they conceal the lower rod.
By this arrangement the window
can be lifted with no floating draper-
ies to blow out the window and get
stringy, vet the room has the bene-
fit of curtains.
Telephone 3nipe.
A “telephone snipe” is a man who
habitually uses some other man's tel-
ephone at no other expense to himself
than a “thank you.” He flourishes,
nerhaps, because he is not a game |
bird.
What Men Escape.
Of course men have their little wor-
ries and tronbles. bat they don't have
tn mo to hed nis'yr after night with
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The Turbine.
The first steam turbine-fitted vessel
aas constructed by the Hon. C. A.
Parscns at his works at Newcastle-on-
Type. The Turbinia, a small vessel
100 feet in length, made her trial trip
November 4, 1894, The system rap-
idly developed owing to increased
speed of the vessels fitted with turbine
eugines and the economy eflfeciea in
coal; improvements were made in
toeir construction, and today the tur-
bine ship is popular the world over.
His Economy.
The children in the Blank family
were taught habits of neatness at the
table by being compelled to pay a fine
of 1 cent for every spot they put on
the tablecloth. One day Harold, a
boy of seven years, was discovered
rubbing the overhanging part of the
cloth between his fingers, and, when
taken to task for it, he said:
Mummy, I was just trying to rub two
gpots into one!"—Woman's Home
Companion.
London Good Oyster Market.
London is a grear consumer of
ovsters. The cheapness of the deli-
cacy half a century ago created a de-
mand for it. which has hung with the
| as the habit of smoking a pipe has
| among the men. It 1s estimated that
London consumes a billion a year, and
the record shows that in 1864, when
prices were very low, 700,000,000
were eaten.
Foolish Question.
The editor of the woman's
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editor had jumped into the breach.
snorted, ng he held up a perfumed
communication.
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| lemon tart: just as though a lemon |
| wasn't tart enough already."—Life.
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The Preacher Knew.
| When volunteer prayers were called
| for a man struck in and prayed very
| earnestly for his poor land, and asked
the Lord to give him a good crop.
| “What that land of yours needs,
| brother, is not prayer, but manure,”
| said the preacher, as he gave out,
“Work, For the Night Is Coming.”
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Orthodox.
| “If St. James’ Bible was good
| enough for St. Paul, it is good enough
| for me.” This was the emphatic pro-
| test of a New England deacon against
| the reading of the Revised instead of
the King James version—Congrega-
tionalist.
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The beautiful water lily roots in the
mud below the stream. All the fragrance
and fairness of the flower are affected 5
the rcct is affected. If the root is
injured the flower droops and iis
whiteness is marred by blot and blen:-
ish. A woman's beauty is intimately
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male organs. Nc woman who suffers
constantly from female weakness can rc
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are the expression of the really clever
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now are so fine and supple that they con
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Medical.
The Proper Course.
INFORMATION OF PRICELESS VALUE 10
EVERY BELLEFONTE CITIZEN.
How to act in an emergency is knowl
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human body. If you suffer with back:
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kidney trouble, the advice contained in
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the statement of Bellefonte citizens who
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Mrs. J. F. Thal. 23W. Thomas St., Belle
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for whenever I have used them in the past
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