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The Woman Who Is Over Economical
By Dorothy Dix
W» bear so much about tlw extrava- .
tence of women that there Is a general [
Impression that all women are wasters j
and spenders, but. In reality, the femt-
Ixlnt sex as a whole is rather given to
parsimony than it Is so prodigality.
This la natural enough because, as
t. class, women have the actual handling :
•of so little money that a dollar looks as
big as a cartwheel to them. Also the
Erreat majority of women, hßving no J
tray of earning money, are afraid to
spend what they have, lest when that I <
la gone they can get no more.
The one tiling that the average wo- ! '
(nan will spend money for Is outside i
Show. She will buy good clothes, and
Ive In as pretentious a house or apart
•neJit as she can manage, but she will
Bcrimp on her food and the real com
forts of life. It is woman, and not man.
■who will lunch on a chocolate eclair
Kd a glass of soda, ami who. when
ere are no men in the family, subsists
*>n toast and tea. and burns a coal oil |
lamp to keep down the electric light ;
bill.
Now undoubtedly thrift is an admir
able virtue, but it is one of t4ie virtues j
<iat lean to vice's side, especially In its i
over-done estate, and It Is a cold, hard j
fact that tuat as many women have
ruined their husbands and wrecked
their homes by stinginess as ever have ,
toy extravagance.
I have known women who were so
isconomical that they kept their houses
as bare and unattractive as a barn, and
whose tables were spread with convict
gre All warmth and beauty and
xurv were rigorously lopped ofT be
cause they cost money, and a® a result j
«fce husband and children stayed away j
{from home .lust as much as possible.
I have known other woman so ex
pensively economical that they blighted
fchelr family life by putting a price tag
*>n it The only talk in their homes was
about money. The first question con
cerning anything that was imgc-sted
■was. "What will it cost?" They couldn't
do this because it would cost a quarter.
They «-otildn't do that because it would
cost a dollar. There never was a nickel
for the movies nor a dime for a glass
of soda water without an «nd!ess dis
cussion about it. and a seria«»n on the
Bin of wastefulness.
Plenty of men never take their wives
anywhere because wife is so eaonomical
thai she takes all the pleasure out of
every treat by worrying over what it
cost. She's demanding to knew* why lie
(g-ot orchestra seats at the t'.ieaier in
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steady of gallery seats when he could
have saved iifty cents on them, as easy
as not. She insists on going to a cheap
lunch place instead of a good restau
rant for a meal, and she has Ills if hus
band even suggests such a thing as a
taxi cab.
Now. when a man goes out to have a
good time he makes up his mind before
hand to pay the price, and nothing gets
on his nerves worse than to have as his
companion someone who haggles over
every penny, and who is such a tight
wad that she can't loosen up even
enough to enjoy herself. The result Is
that after a few experiences with a
miserly wife the man takes his pleas
ure alone, or else with some lady of less
economical temperament.
Still worse, there are wives so stingy
that they make it impossible for a man
even to spend the money he earns him
self as he pleases If a man has a
hobby such a wife nags him to death
about the money his books or beetles
or cliina cost. If he likes to play golf
she is forever figuring up what his club
dues and golf stick* iost. If he's crazy
about an automobile she never rides in
it without bemoaning the price of gaso
line, and lamenting the cost of tires.
Such a woman counts it unto her
self for righteousness that she is sav
ing her husband's money, and she Is
always telling him that he would be In
in the poorhouse if it wasn't for her
thrift, but she deceives herself. By her
stinginess she not only destroys all the
happiness of her home, which is far be
yond any money value, but she kills
her husband's Incentive to make money.
Consciously or not. he says to him
self "What's the use?" and because his
work brings him none of the perquisites
that he wants he insensibly slackens
effort.
If you will notice you will observe
that the happiest families are not those
in which the wife is a human cash
register recording relentlessly every
penny. Doubtless such families grow
rich and have money in the bank, but
thev have no laughter around the din
ner table, no chumming of husband and
wife together. The happy families are
those in which the wife is liberal
minded and liberal-handed, and where
the almight'* dollar isn't the chief
household god.
All of which goes to show that
economy, like everything else, is only
good in moderation, and that a thrifty
wife Isn't always the treasure she is
I painted.
THE MASTER KEY
By John Fleming Wilson
By iftckl arrangement for thto pcow a pholo-dniM coeret ponding to (ha
Installment* of "The Master Key" may now be «eeo at the leading ntov
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nim Manufacturing company it k no* oely pouible to
read "The Muter Kay" in thb paper, but alto after
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COPYRIGHT, I*l4, BY JOHN PLBMING WILSON
On one side of the gulley on which
the.v were camped the sheriff's men
had built a Are. It was against a pock,
which rose whltely under the ttaoon.
Gallon saw his chance; He worked
his way to the fire and In spite of the
pain held his hands out over the blaze
until he felt the strands of the rope
weaken and finally part.
A moment later he was making his
way to where the horses were tied.
He leaped upon the nearest one and
within a second was on his way down
the hill Into the mist which filled the
valley.
But the noise of his horse'* hoofs on
the rough shale of the hillside awak
ened the guard.
"I think I will have a enp of coffee."
he said to himself sleepily and slug
gishly stretched himself. A moment
later he flung the empty coffeepot into
the darkness. "Sheriff," he cried, "he's
gone!"
The sheriff lifted his lanky form as
If by a single movement. "Who's
gone?" he yelled.
'"That man, Gallon." replied the
guard.
"We most fret him. boysthe sheriff
said. They rode to the edge of the hill
and looked down into an iridescent sea
of mist, a mere pool of curdling moon
shine.
"He's got away from ns, boys." said
the sheriff. "We'll never find him
there."
Gallon rode quickly on, no longer
for s light bnt for darkness,
and yet as he felt the pony (julver un
der him he himself felt a strange trem
or—Wilkerson was »tttl alive—some
where behind that veil was his enemy
and the man who knew the location of
the richest mine In all golden Califor
nia.
Mission Street pier marks the point
on the San Francisco water front where
sooner or later every one in this world
passes, and among the multitudes
strange, subdned and unsubdued by
the tremendous forces which make our
civilisation. Gallon found himself abso
lutely unobserved in this throng—he
was as he hoped to be. Berthed at
rho pier was a steamship, quartermas
ter* at the gangway, and a sign hung
on the rail saying, "We sail at 9:45
p. m."
When he reached hts cabin Gallon
stealthily took oot from hla pocket a
folded paper and looked at It. He laid
It on the white covering of the bunk
and once more dipped into his Jacket
Thin time it was the picture of a girl.
"I will save It for you," he murmur
ed to himself. The bare room held
but one movable article of fiirnltum—
a chest of strange workmanship and
redolent of alien lands. Gallon stoop
ed orer and pulled at the lid. It came
open to his touch, and he saw then a
strange conglomeration of articles. An
Idol lay there, Inanimate, but impor
tant. He picked it up, and as he dkl ao
one of Its coral eyes fell oat
To him it was a sinister omen, and
be stared for a moment clutching at
Uis breast Then be gave way to the
hysteria of the hunted and the hannted.
"I don't know whose god you are."
he muttered, "but if you must have it
—take It" And into the open socket
be thrust the paper that held the se
cret of his mine.
That sleep which Is like a shot in the
heart overtook Gallon before the Santa
Clara was well to sea. He was awak
ened from it by the sound of an alter
cation.
"You're got to put back to port,"
saki a voice in an ugly tone.
There was a fusllade of shots, and
then the deck beneath him tilted slow
ly. The chest slid down the deck to
ward shore. Gallon locked the chest,
dragged It across the sill and then
looked back to see an enormous wall
of water. This wall crumpled, faded.
▼et left him breathless. What w-as the
matter? Then he saw huge columus
of smoke pouring out from the after
part of the ship. It was not the in
exorable and avenging sea, but Ore.
He saw the boats go over the side. He
saw two men struggling In the tops
yet it was a dream. Ills consciousness
held but two fact*—one the chest that
contained the secret of his mine, the
other the key that had locked within
that strange and alien depository the
picture of a littte girl.
Six hours later a heavy ■>« drove a
piece of wreckage up the crumbling
beach beneath a cliff on the Oregon
shore. On it was a man—brine drenrh
ed. almost unconscious, but still able
to crawl beyond the reach of the fin-
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gerlng breakers, clutching a key. It
wis Thomns Gallon.
He sat down and stared at the burn
ing ship he had left. Diiuly he remem
bered those strange numbers that
marked the position of that vessel
flaming to destruction far out on the
horizon.
137, 28 west; 31, 27 north.
But how to remember them? How
to keep this precious information in
his head. His groping fingers found
the key. A moment later be was
scratching the numbers on its soft sur- j
face.
"This," he said through his salt |
parched lips. "Is the master key." He '
stared up at the blue sky, and then !
bowed his head in utter weakness.
• •••••• |
"If Wilkerson f* alive he knows. '
Every day Is the same. When can I 1
find the secret of The Master Key?'"
Thomas Gallon then picked up his ;
letter file and dully looked over its :
contents.
"Fnnny," he thought to himself,
"that that engineer that 1 wrote to
Drake about has not turned up." He
fumbled the letter uncertainly, but the
name caught his eye—John Dorr. I
At that very moment the motor stage |
chugged slowly into camp, and a tall,
heavily built man swung down Into
the street, suit case in hand. He look
ed about him with a trained eve. He j
saw the opening of a mine upon the j
hill—the trestle crawling toward the '
dump, th« pump house—all the para- !
phernalia of an active mine, but he |
a Lao perceived that the stamp mill was
silent.
"I'll bet they've lost the lode!" he j
thought to himself. He turned to a ;
miner who was passing and asked, ]
"Where is Mr. Gallon?"
"Up there in that bungalow," was
the reply.
John Dorr straightened himself up
and went quietly up the acclivity, until
he finally arrived before a typical Cali
fornia bouse. To his great astonish
ment a slender, fair haired girl con
fronted him, instead of the brusque,
rude miner he had been led to ex
pect he would meet on his arrival at
"The Master Key."
"I'm John Dorr," he said awkwardly.
"I came to see Mr. Gallou. 1 am the
aew mining engineer."
Ruth looked at him critically. He
was nothing like the men she waa
used to. His clothes were good. He
fairly breathed soap and water, and
bis very apparent strength glowed be
ueath a clear, smooth skin and well
proportioned limbs. Then she met his I
eyes In frank admiration.
"I'll call father," she said, but she
still hesitated. That gentle pause I
brought the blood to John Dorr's face. |
He realized that this was a moment !
he would always remember.
CHAPTER 111.
' Th« Runaway Car.
I'm »\aNY a man writes down on pa-
I I per the things he cannot ar
»vjysl ticulate. Thomas Gallon,
fcaa&U dreaming of two women, taci
turn and silent as ho was, wrote down
the thoughts which he conld not ex
press in speech. His diary, well thumb
ed. held the history of many a lonely
night, but of all these nights there was j
one that stood out In bis miud.
It was the darkness Inclosing a wom
an on a bed. He still beard bcr whla- |
pered cry, "You speak of God, Tom, j
but I have no religion but mother- j
hood." Before his closed eyes came the i
vision of a lamp lit, then almost an ap- !
parition—the face of his daughter. One
life had fled, gxtssibly appalled by the
horrors of a world that recks not of our !
poor humanity. Yet there was in the
dead woman's arms a child, gro
tesquely asleep, as if unawakened to
the sorrows this mother bad known.
"Ruth!" he cried. There >yas no an
swer from the still woman in the dark
ness, but thus be bad christened his
only child.
It seemed to him as If that echo still :
reverberated from the moon washed j
hills which marked the site of "The j
Master Key."
"I am getting old." be thought as be :
turned the pagt* of the diary as If un
consciously counting the years since a
woman had leaned over his shoolder.
"Ruth!" be murmnred again.
The problem before him was no
longer dim and vague, as It bad been
In the days of his prime, but absolutely
distinct and clear—what was to become
of Ruth when he died? With bK train
ed business Intelligence be set himself
to solve this question.
He reviewed in his mind all the men
and women be bad known. It was a
strange procession. They marched be
fore his sharpened vision, old partners,
fresh young girls, mature women, men
with check books in their hands, men
dying of thirst on the desert—and Wll
kerson. He sternly pot out of his mind
the thought of his former partner—tbe
man—was he dead? If he had not died
that night In tbe gulch, if he were still
alive, knowing tbe secret of "Tbe Mas-'
ter Key," who would save Ruth from
his vengeance?
Then there nose before Ms mind the
straight, strong, almost austere figure
of his mining engineer, John Dorr
youthful, of coarse, but be had proved
himself wholly competent in almost
every task that had been given him.
[To Be Continued Monday.]
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