The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, November 09, 1910, Image 2

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The (Uay of a flian Kith a (Daid.
Bom girls 3 have wooed with infinite
And some with Are and flame;
And soma I have never wooed at all,
But kissed them, just the same!
And It isn't the man, nor a matter of
Nor a matter ot love, I trow,
That counts when It oomw to celling a
It's simply knowing howl
3C 1 w -or- w -w
A Wandering Destiny
L-J .by WILBUR D NEfrf
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YORKTOWN, VA. This village was the scene of a great
celebration on October 19, marking the anniversary of the battle
of Yorktown and the snrender of Cornwallls to Washington.
Many rronilnent nion took part In tho exercises, and tho war
and navy department gave a military and naval display that was
spectacular. A throng of visitors was rxpected, and they found
anoch of Interest here. Among the show placeB Is the cave In
which Lord Cornwallls established his headquarters.
Custom Is Stoutly Defended by
Many English People.
Ditappointed Mother's Statement That
Love-Making In Youth Is Condu
cive to Failure Meets Flood
of Protests.
London. The man who has , not
-8ed In his boyhood days Is laying
p a sad and lonely time for himself In
liter years.
Such, In brief, Is the tenor of many
letters sent in with regard to the state
went of "Disappointed Mother," pub
lished recently, that kissing and love
taking in childhood's days are condu
cive to failure In after life.
How little In agreement with the
statement are these correspondents is
' clearly shown by the following ex
tracts from some of the letters.
Heartrending and awful to contem
plate are the results of an unromantic
youth in the opinion of one correspon
dent who had no flirting practise In
his youth.
. . . "To please my parents I avoided
girls," he writes, "and sought the
companionship only of members of my
wn sex. I certainly had more time
for study, and am not considered a
failure; but now I find that the other
ex plainly shun me, and possibly be
cause I am shy in their company, al
though 1 have no difficulty In making
male friends."
The writer, after contrasting the
sappy position of his brothers, who
have always mixed with and bad
friends amongs the opposite sex, with
his own wretched lot, goes on to depict
the hideous future in store for him:
"I shall probably remain single, or,
what is worse, marry the wrong girl.
1 consider that If boys are allowed to
make girl friends, whether failures or
ot, they will certainly be happier in
after years and less likely to make a
foolish marriage."
"The influence of feminine society,"
ays another correspondent, "is very
"A youth who has spent a good deal
t his time in the presence of a girl
Is usually well mannered, gentle, kind
hearted and a gentleman. . . . From
a girl's lips a boy will hear no bad
language, and from her presence will
attain no bad habits. A boy who
corns the company of a girl is usual
ly a kind of wild, untrained animal."
The after effects in later years of
boyhood fenced round about with Spar
To Mark Napoleon9 s Homes
Conqueror of Europe Moved from
House to House as His Income
Gradually Increased.
Paris Each of the houseB in Paris
where Napoleon Bonaparte dwelt
when he was a young, struggling sol
dier is to be marked with a tablet
suitably Inscribed.
The wits are saying that the au
thorities will have to order these tab
lets by the hundreds. Dozens of
Parisians will say to you as proudly
as seriously:
"He who conquered Europe once
tired under the roof which is mine
The fact Is Napoleon accommo
dated his dwelling to his purse. When
he first came to Paris he lived in the
military school. There he had to
climb 173 steps to bis garret. A room
scarcely large enough sheltered the
future emperor for a time at 6 Qua!
Then he took a small apartment in
Rue de Nevers, only a few yards from
the Tuileries palace, where he was to
ahine in all his glory.
- In 1792, Napoleon moved to Hotel
Wets, on Rue du Mail, but the hum
blest apartment in the hotel was the
best he could afford. At that period
the man who was to topple thrones
took his meals at a little cafe in Rue
dec Pettis-Peres, arranging to pay 20
cents a day. -
Napoleon's next home was in Rue
Montmarte. His slowly increasing in
come enabled him to rent a suite ot
three rooms there. One was occupied
n ' n
tan discipline are luridly depicted by
another correspondent:
"The so-called Spartan discipline in
variably produces sooner or later a
revulsion which has often been ruin
ous to a boy's character. He revolts
against all the obnoxious associations
of his earlier years and causes endless
trouble to the short-sighted parents
whose unwise restraints have sickened
htm. . . .
"Why not let the boy have his girl?
If she is at all sensible, she will rea
lize that her work is to help him to
get on, or, at the worBt, his youthful
affection will either wear Itself out in
due course or become something that
it is a privilege for any man to feel."
The power to show affection should
be Instilled Into boyB and girls at an
early age, says another correspondent.
"In my opinion every mother should
teach her sons and daughters to be af
fectionate to a certain degree. Of
course, 1 do not mean fussy, t. e., always
hanging around one, etc., and making
themselves generally obnoxious, but
really affectionate and loving.
"I for one can see no harm in a boy
making a friend ot a girl, or vice
versa. If they are taught to regard
one another in a kind of 'you must not
American Wife is Selfish
So Says Spouse of Mayor of Toklo,
Who Has Decided Views on
Married Life.
New York. "The Japanese wife
thinks first of her duty toward her
family, the American wife of her duty
toward herself."
This is Madame Yenklo Ozakl's
version of "The East Is EaBt and West
is West," she declared at the Hotel
Astor, where, she is staying wfth her
husband, the Mayor of Toklo.
"First of all, the Japanese woman
always is a wife," said Madame Ozakl.
"Before she is married she is not a
woman, but a girl. With ua all the
young girls are looked after by their
mothers and fathers. They are all
carefully provided with husbands."
"But Americans do not believe per
sons should marry unless they are in
love," it was suggested. Mme. Ozaki
frowned a hit
"This love, is a very transient
thing," she said, rather impatiently.
"It is not a sensible reason for mar
riage. It is to pick out good men for
by his brother Louis, who was to be
come king of Holland; another by
Junot, in whose wildest dreams he
could not have forseen himself a mar
shal of France and duke ot Abrantes.
In 1795 Napoleon went to live in
the more fashionable Rue de la
Michodlere and from there to Hotel
Mirabeau in the Impasse du Dauphin.
The Hotel Colonnade saw his last
bachelor days, and when he married
Josephine he bought a small house in
Rue des Chantleres.
Milk Thief Is Bear.
Marquette, Mich. Felix La Cross, a
farmer, met with a rude surprise the
other night. He had missed milk and
had determined to catch the thief, and
lay in wait for him.
When La Cross saw a dark object
crawling through the window he made
a grab for it To his amazement the
Intruder proved to be a cub bear. The
animal escaped and when the farmer
started after it be stumbled on to two
more bears an old and a young one.
All three bears got away while La
Cross returned to the bouse for his
Phonograph Good Fog Horn.
Port Townsend. H. L. Tlbbals, Jr.,
manager of the Union wharf, it using
a phonograph to help pilots bring
their vessels to the landing. It was
highly successful. The warning the
other day consisted of the strain of
"Has Any One Here Seen KelleyT"
v. far h i tt-
irir t
nit MOIIUMeNTaTttW'ly
love me' light they will naturally grow
into either confirmed woman or man
haters. And the romantic and imagin
ary side ot their nature will be entire
ly killed."
The writer concludes with two sub
tle queries:
"Does a 'Disappointed Mother' allow
a boy that has been helped by a girl to
continue his acquaintance with that
girl? Does she expect her boy to
work hard at a business and then, on
reaching home, to set-to to hard
The opinion of a boy of fourteen In
a discussion on the merits and demer
its of kUslng Is invaluable. A youthful
correspondent living in London
1 "I am fourteen years of age, but old
enough to know my own mind in such
matters, and I think if a boy likes a
girl he takes more care in his personal
"If a boy is taught to despise girls
he will grow up to be a hard-hearted
man with no feeling tor the softer sex.
Affection makes a boy polite and gen
tle. For instance, I used to be a rough,
untidy boy until I met with a girl;
now I take more care ot my appear
ance and ways.
"Any boy who has any feeling has a
favorite girl companion, and any par
ents who want their sonB to grow up
polite and gentle men allow them to
go with girls."
their daughters. If you adopted that
method here you would not have so
many divorces.
"That is because the wife is not all
the time thinking of herself and what
is due to her.
"I do not believe that divorce should
be Impossible. One wrong in our sys
tem is the fact that the laws are not
equal for men and women. Either
can get a divorce for cruelty or un
faithfulness or desertion.
"But the injustice Is that by our
law the children always belong to the
father, and no matter how bad he is,
the wife cannot take them away from
him when she leaves him. So the
wives will suffer almost anything
rather than ask for separation.
"We do not have women's clubs,
but we have societies. We have a
great patriotic society for women, and
a society for the study of sanitation
and health, and a society for the pro
motion of education.
. "Have we any suffragettes? No.
Our women have done nothing with
that movement We have many wom
en workers for better education, but
not for politics.
"As for myself, I think unmarried
women who own property should have
the right to vote, but I do not think
they should hold office or appear on
the public platform. I do not think it
would be womanly or refined."
Saurian Nursed Grudge for Twenty
Four Hours Then Kills Two That
Had Hurt Him.
New York. Alligators are supposed
to have the most rudimentary instinct
lve nerve apparatus of the entire rep
tilian family, but Mary Jane, the
largest saurian but one In the Bronx
park zoo, nourished a grudge for 24
hours and then deliberately killed
Texas and Mississippi, the objects of
the grudge.
The other day all the alligators and
crocodiles were removed from the
outside tanks of the reptile house, and
while Mary Jane wag lassooed and
bound the two other alligators went at
her. Mississippi almost chewed oft
her front leg on the right side and
Texas lacerated her- hind leg on the
same side before the attacking force
was driven off. The next day she
started to get her revenge, and killed
Texas first without much trouble.
When she got around to Mississippi,
who bad been attacking her flank,
Mary Jane opened her capacious
mouth, grabbed Mississippi by the
neck and held on until her enemy was
dead. In vain keepers pounded her
with rods, and only when Mississippi
was - dead did she loosen her hold,
wlm to the edge of the tank, climb
out and sprawl on the wet masonry.
Copyright, Ulo, by Associated Literary Presa
The country road, unshaded by tree
or shrub, stretched straight and dusty
under the burning August sun. A girl
In cool white came slowly out of a
gateway, clicked the latch behind her
and stood gazing dubiously at the
book and a box of chocolates; with
the other she raised her ruffled skirts,
A mile to the woods, a short walk
along a shady path to the bank of the
river, then her canoe the book
the chocolates, and
With sudden decision she stepped
into the road and began picking her
way gingerly along the edge. When
she reached the opening In the woods
where the path began she heaved an
Immense sigh of relief, but without
pausing kept steadily on till she
reached the bank of the river. There
she sank down on the log to which
her small canoe was moored, threw
off her bat, and gasped.
"Phew!" she said. "I don't believe
rd do that again."
She sat a few moments, her chin on
ter hands, gazing out over the shad-
id river, then, stepping Into her canoe
he arranged herself comfortable on
a pile ot cushions, places the book
and the chocolates conveniently be
side her and pushed off.
The air was brooding and somno
lent; the silence deep. She drifted
lazily just a touch here and there
with the paddle to guide her. A faint
wind blew from the south and gently
lifted the soft balr from her brow.
The momenta passed. Slowly, al
most Imperceptibly, the little canoe
crept along. Zoe's eyes rested stead
ily on a distant curve in the bank.
"It was just beyond that" she mur
mured. She rounded the bend cautiously.
Her heart gave an excited little
throb. He was there. He lay facing
the river, his head thrown back on
bis arm, his whole graceful length
extended in an attitude of utter re
pose. "Asleep!" thought Zoe resentfully,
and yesterday he had had his back to
She Drifted Lazily.
the river and hadn't appeared to ceo
her as she slipped past Just why
she bad thought of him till late in
the night and dreamed of him till
dawn she had tailed to determine.
Nor was her chance to discover what
compelling characteristics lurked In
his silent personality. She hesitated,
making sure of his absolute uncon
sciousness. At last she turned her
canoe toward him, propelled It slow
ly, carefully, till Its bow ran noise
lessly into the soft mud of the bank.
Her paddle across her knees, she
leaned forward, eagerly, to Inspect
undisturbed this sleeping young
prince of the woods. What a phy
sique! what 'features! what an ab
solutely Ideal type for the hero of a
sylvan adventure, a little love Idyll,
such as the whole scenario seemed to
"I believe," she reflected dreamily,
"if father would only let me alone I'd
fall in love with some one just ex
actly like this and under some just
romantic condition. But I will not"
here her reflections grew energetical
ly rebellious "marry that Tom Drig
coll he's always talking about, and I
won't stay at borne to be baited with
htm when be comes. Oh, It I could
ever" she drew a long sigh "meet
an unusual type of man in an un
usual way."
At this point In her reflections, sud--denly
and without preliminary stir or
motion, his eyes opened full upon her.
They stared at each other, he too
astonlBhed, she too panic-stricken to
move. .
"Please don't vanish." he mur
mured at last "I'm afraid to wink."
"Oh, what can I Bay?" thought Zoe
i i was so aHionisnea to gee
you," she stammered. "I just stopped
to to make sure you were "
"A man and not a faun," he sug
gested helpfully.
"No," she contradicted, frowning,
"that you were asleep .and not not
dead. You see, I have never before
seen a man In these wlldB, and "
"Not even a dead one?" be Inter
rupted, laughing.
"No." She smiled distantly. "Not
even a tramp. And I wondered I
"l was nere yesterday," be re
proached her.
"He saw me!" she thought Indlg
nantly. "He thinks I came down here
today on the chance of meeting him,
the conceited "
"I paddle down here every day,"
she Informed him coldly.
"Oh. really!" he exclaimed, with
open delight. "It's awfully nice of
you to tell me. I'll be here fishing
every afternoon, and"
"I didn't mean that," she flashed
back furiously.
He looked dejected. "Pardon me,'
he said, "I don't suppose you did.
merely meant that that Oh, please
dont go," as she prepared to push
off. Seizing a fallen branch he dex
terously hooked It through the long
rope that was tied to the bow of her
canoe, and drawing It toward him
grasped it firmly. "I simply meant,'
he proceeded with calmness, "that I
was coming here, always, every after
noon to flBh. You don't mind that, do
you7" he Inquired humbly.
"I don't care in the least what you
do," she retorted, with angry disdain
He gave the rope a couple of turns
around his wrist and settled himself
"In that case I shall sit here and
talk to you," he announced.
For answer Zoe pulled herself care
fully toward the bow and began to
work busily at the knot that secured
her end of the rope to the little iron
ring In the bow of the canoe.
"Of course, I might offer to help
you," he mused aloud, "but under the
circumstances What! You're go
ing to give It up? Well, that Is more
sensible. I'm afraid that knot was
put In to stay."
Zoe moved back to her former po
sition and rearranged herself on the
cushions, after which she opened her
book and began to read and munch
He watched her a moment.
"Isn't this idyllic?" he murmured
Zoe helped herself to another choc
olate and turned a page of the book.
The minutes waned. Half an hour
passed an hour. The silent and
peaceful companionship worked like
oil on the troubled waters of Zoe's
resentment An unconscious happi
ness and contentment stole into her
heart She risked a glance at him.
He was thoroughly "nice she de
cided. At this moment, as If sensing her
softened mood, he leaned over and
peered Into the canoe.
"Greedy!" he murmured. "Only
three left!"
Zoe struggled with herself, then
"Won't you throw the rope back
now, please?" she begged. "It is late
and I have some distance to paddle."
He looked contrite. "I've been a
brute," he apologized humbly, "but 1
lust couldn't help it. I knew if I
once let you go that would be the
end of me you'd simply disappear
forever. And and really, you know,
it's lonely about here."
"Isn't it!" agreed Zoe, with quick
"And so why," he asked eagerly,
"shouldn't we amuse each other a
little? I'm staying with my uncle,
back there, on my way to Southamp
ton, to visit a friend of mine,
"Southampton!" exclaimed Zoe.
"Why, that's where I live!"
"Really!" His face beamed. "Do
you happen to know a' Mr. Brentley
and his daughter?"
"My father!" Zoe gasped, "and
myself! You are not don't tell me "
she began to laugh helplessly.
"I am Tom Drlscoll," he said sol
emnly. "And you what are you do
ing " he pulled the canoe nearer
up here? I wag going you know
that I was going, simply to meet ,
"I ran away," gurgled Zoe. "Father
had talked about you so much I I
bated yout Oh, what a joke!"
"It's anything but a joke If you hate
me," objected Mr. Drlscoll gloomily. ,
Zoe lifted a flushed, dimpled face.
"Well I I hadn't seen you then,"
she admitted.
He looked into fter eyes.
"Do you think I might paddle yon
home?" he asked.
The brain that dreamed the manic strains
Is dust these many, many years.
Yet still the music swells and wanes
And works Its spell on him who hears;
The melody Is clear and sweet
With dulret gladness In each tone;
Of haunting swing and rhythmic beat
Are murmured chords that sing alone.
The hand that wrote the ,olden rhymes
These many, many years Is dust;
The sword It held In oldon times
A century ago was ruBt
But here today as fair ns then
We have the song that holds the heart
Which throbs again, and yet again.
Because of this undying art.
And they who wrote this song, they gave
1 The world no conquest of their hands.
They caused no battle Mags to wave,
They trampled through no alien lands,
Their fame came not through women's
Nor through the heaping of their gold
Ami yet through all the bygone years
The simple song their fume has told.
Bo sing It softly, when the night
Flings shadows from the drowsy west
For all Its measures, Bhadow-llght,
With comfort and heartsease are blest.
And It may be to some fair star
With afloat an echo of some strain
To tell the two who bide ofRr
They did not write their song In vain. '
The devil, we are told, Is the father
of lies. Fishing, therefore, must be
the father of the devil, or else some
intimate family friend.
Fishing Is not an art; It Is not a
Bport; It la usually an unaccomplished
The essentials to fishing are a pole,
a line, and an eliminated conscience.
Also the person who desires to take
up fishing as a means of occupying hla
time for a day or so must have so
much hope that he has to carry most
of It In condensed form.
Some people fish by casting the line
hither and yon, then working the reel
and swearing.
Others cut out the casting and the
reoling-ln and double up on the pro
fanity. The mystery about fishing Is not
why you do not catch anything, but
why, when you move from an appar
ently Ashless spot, the other man can
row in there and immediately catch a
Jonah for years was suspected of
being merely a fisherman.
Quite Different.
He chides her, sarcastically, - for
turning about to look at the women
they have passed.
'You cannot resist the temptation,"
he says, "to see what they are wear
"Not so," she replies, in defense. "I
merely turned about to see if they had
turned about to see what my new
dress was made of."
Just So.
Lives of toothless men remind ua
We must reach our meals on time
Or the lift boys else will tlnd us
1- letcherizlng as we climb.
Time Works Changes.
"Where Is my husband?" asks the
.woman of her brother-in-law, who has
come to visit them for the first time
in IS years, and who has taken the
husband out with him to dinner.
'He's still seeing -the town," ex
plains the brother-in-law. "He said
a while ago that he had no idea the
town had grown go much in 15 years,
and that while he wag about it he
would Bee it all."
Feared Pneumonia.
I don't Bee why you insisted on
coming out here in our spring clothes
on such a blustery, raw day."
"But think ot everybody reading
about you and I being the very first
people to appear in light garb."
"Reading It? Where? On our