Beggars Can Choose THE STORY Renewing a childhood attach- ment, Ernestine Briceland, of a wealthy family, is attracted by Will Todd, yewspaper artist, son of a carpenter, They lunch to- gether and pgecall their school days. Ernestipe's sister, Lillian, knowing their father would dis- approve, urges her to end the affair, but Ernestine refuses. The love-making progresses rapidly. They make a runaway marriage, Briceland is furious, but helpless, as Ernestine is of age. Loring Hamilton, lawyer, wins Lillian's consent to be his wife. CHAPTER IH eee Strange Country It seemed a natural thing to Ernes- tine, however it seemed to the others, to waken on her marriage morning, in the little back bedroom of the tiny house where the Todds had lived all their married life. She was instantly wide awake and oriented. Perhaps it was the close tangle of Will's arms about her that made everything nor- mal. Perhaps the delicious conscious- ness of new happiness had never en- tirely been lost in sleep. It did not matter at all about the family now. Thinking of everything, Ernestine felt in her heart something new about Will. Added to her romantic love for him was something really more won- derful: a sound thing—respect. He had behaved admirably. She was filled with a transport of tenderness, a strong conviction of hav- ing done well. Now, at last, life had begun for her. The chrysalis of girl- hood was broken, and she was emerged into womanhood. She had become real. Always now, Will would be here beside her at the beginning of every day. Gravely she considered this, and sent wp a wordless prayer that she might be a good wife. Some one was moving about in the kitchen, and she heard the rattle of coals in the kitchen grate. How close and small the house was. Each sound came through the thin walls distinctly. Ernestine realized that she would have to close the window, and she es- gayed to rise, But at the first move- ment Will’s arms tightened about her, though he did not waken. Ernestine extricated herself and got up with a swift strong movement. “You have to work today, Will,” she gaid in such a wifely tone that he laughed and looked up at her ador- ingly. “I suppose now I've got somebody even worse than my mother about making me get up,” he said, and then added, “Hey, wait, T'll get you some warm water,” for Ernestine was wash- ing her face in the basin that stood on a small washstand near the door. But the water out of the pitcher, which had stood all night with the cold wind blowing through the open window upon it, was cold and invigor- ating. Will shaved in the kitchen, and Ernestine could hear his voice, in an affectionate murmur, talking to some one, Before the small wavy mirror, she applied her make-up, looking at herself sharply. She. arranged her sleek soft hair, proud of its thickness and texture. What was there in her face? Was she different this morning? She must not be different. She pow- dered again, and rubbed some of the gcarlet off her lips, which were as red as cherries under the lip salve. She made the bed neatly and set the room in order, packed up her be- longings. The smell of coffee and the sound of the percolator made her feel faint. She had eaten nothing the eve- ning before. In the kitchen, Will's face turned on her, as bright as a triangular mirror with the sun on it. His mother was sitting by the kitchen table, with a warm shawl over her heavy dress. She could be up at times, and this morn- ing she had made the effort. Ernes- tine went to Will’s mother, and kissed her, “I hope you didn’t get up on our account, mother,” she said gently, “but I'm glad you are better.” The woman looked up at Ernestine, her faded eyes, under the drooping brows, regarding this strange. bird that had slipped so easily into her nest. How old she looked, thought Ernestine. She was a generation be- yond mamma, for she was old with a gentle humility and meekness that Ernestine had never met before. There was not in her even the stub- bornness that sometimes the meek can use so effectively. Will's father Ernestine could under- stand. A carpenter, with a gift for woodcutting, he was a skilled and able workman and had a great pride in his trade. He was a tall, thin, stooped man, with a clean-shaved, heavily furrowed face and brightly saturnine, black eyes, which regarded Ernestine with a kind of grim humor. He made her realize without saying so, that he disapproved of their marriage as much as her people did, but that he was not the man to cry over spilled milk. They could count on his kindness. At breakfast in the bright kitchen, Ernestine and Will made plans, “You are welcome to stay here as Jong as you like,” said Peter Todd, but the two shook their heads. They had already decided to be independent at once, “We might just as well go today, and find a place to board until we can get an apartment,” said Ernestine, looking very young and earnest. “I'll get my trunk from mamma's, as soon as we have found a residence, It's Margaret Weymouth Jackson WNU Service Copyright by Bobbs-Merrill Co, awfully good of you to want us here, but the house is small, and mother 1s really not well enough to have us.” Mrs. Todd said nothing, and Ernes- tine felt that she had never seen So dispirited a creature. “If we get near town, mom,” Will said, “we can save money on carfare. I know a place on Erie street one of the fellows told me about, where you can get a room and two meals, at a reasonable price, and it’s in walking distance of the office. Anyhow, I think we ought to live alone.” “That's right,” said Will's father. “It's the only way for young married people. If you need any money when you go to fixing up a flat I can lend you a little. I always have a few hundred dollars tucked away for emer- gencies,” he explained to Ernestine. “I can let Will borrow, without in- terest, if he needs it. I own a house on Troy street that you could have if it wasn't leased. But the location is not good for you.” “We'll manage,” said Will confi- dently, and Ernestine admired him. They exchanged bright looks, and Mr. Todd said heartily: “Well, come and visit us sometimes, anyhow.” It was soon time for them to go. Ernestine, in her squirrel coat and scarlet hat, bade her new relatives ee “You Are Lovely,” He Protested ‘as Though She Had Denied It. good-by. She felt that there were tears in the air, realized a little that these people were losing Will more definitely than she would ever be lost to her family. He was their only son, but they said good-by to him with quiet dignity. Ernestine admired their restraint, and was grateful for their good taste. They offered neither ad- vice nor counsel, but allowed the young ones to go forth about their own affairs. The house on Erie street brought to Ernestine her first shock of reality. It was an ancient, smoke- blackened dwelling place, not far from the lake. Across the street from the house a five-story machine shop re- verberated with activity. A secret- looking brown-stone house, with drawn blinds, stood on the corner. Ernes- tine felt that the apartment they spoke of so glibly was not so near. A sense of the irrevocable nature of the step she had taken swept over her. She was now Will's, and, as he had said to her father, his roof was her roof, His home was hers, and this was it, She had definitely abandoned her old way of life and set her feet in a strange country. The future was as remote from the past as though she were following him to a great dis- tance, Hand in hand they ran up the stone stairs and met a small plump woman, called Mrs. Bennett, with whom Will discussed rooms and prices, while Ernestine stood to one side, burningly conscious of the gold band on her third finger. - » . * ® * . Ernestine was too good a sport to bemoan their conspicuous lack of money. Fresh from the rigors of a fine school, it was not hard for her to accustom herself to simplicity. Will discovered that she had a most practical nature, The forces which THE PATTON COURIER LOSS BY POOR DISTRIBUTION By DR, STEPHEN I. MILLER, Credit Men's Association, had driven her into marriage had nok all been romantic. In adjusting her- self to living on Will's pay, she was able to exercise some of her native ingenuity and shrewdness, and in that capacity she found a certain pleasure. It was fun to put herself on a basis of having no money to spend and then discovering how much she had grown accustomed to spending in the months since she had left school. Her trunk was full of pretty clothes. It was an element she did not at first appre- ciate, CHAPTER IV A Party at Pastano’s Mr. Poole was having a party for Ernestine and Will, and, according to prearrangement, Ernestine slipped downstairs ahead of time to show her self to Mrs. Bennett. She could not help but be proud of the evening dress mamma had given her for Christ. mas, and which she had not worn be- fore. The yellow chiffon lay about her slender limbs delicately, subtly. She appreciated the illusive cobwebby hose that had come with the dress and the gold cloth slippers. The string of small real pearls which had come to her from her Graudmother Langley's estate, the pearl ring which daddy had given her to match her necklace, were the last touches of a perfect toilet, Will had appreciated her, this eve- ning, his fine eyes glowing with ad- miration. “You are lovely,” he protested, as though she had denied it, and she swung herself about in the narrow room and gave him a languishing, mocking look. But she went down the carpeted stairs in a glow, her squirrel coat over her arm, Mrs. Bennett got up with an ad- miring exclamation when Ernestine closed the door behind her. The latter advanced to the center of the room and pirouetted on her toes. A little, round, weary body, with tired eyes beneath a fringe of gray hair, Mrs. Bennett had long outworn personal egotism and was generous with praise and sympathy. “Youth is the time to live, darling,” she said to Ernestine. “My life is an old story, but you are young and glow- ing, and things are happening to you. It is better for you to have your hard times now, and grow old rich and strong, than to have the hardships in old age, as I have had them. But tell me, aren't you excited to be having a birthday party given in your honor by a great cartoonist?” Ernestine laughed. “He only wants to be nice to Will He thinks it will please Will, and of course it does.” Mrs. Bennett maintained a discreet silence, and Ernestine turned to the mirror over a chest of drawers and looked at her reflection, running her hands over her sleek soft hair. She was a little thinner than she had been when she was married, and her eyes were big and dark in the delicate whiteness of her face. She was lovely with a breath-taking quality, her face shining with an inner spiritual excite- ment. It seemed to her as she stared that she looked too happy, too thrilled for every-day use. She must learn to dissemble, “Sometimes, darling,” Mrs. Bennett chided Ernestine gently, “I think you fail to realize what an effect you have on the people here—on the men. You are so different from the other girls these boys know. You bloom. You wear the face of love. It's hard on them, I want you to be very wise with Mr. Poole. It would be an easy thing for you to disrupt his friendship with Will. Will admires him, and his patronage means so much, just now.” “Will won't be jealous of any atten- tion I pay to Mr. Poole, or that he pays to me,” Ernestine said indiffer- ently, “if that's what you mean. It won't hurt Mr. Poole to admire me, He's a nice old man, and he loves to admire women, and men, too, as far as that goes. It's part of his big heart, Will says. Anyhow, Will wouldn't be jealous of me—now.” Hep small face was so shining that Mrs, Bennett threw her advising instinct away with a gesture and came and kissed her young friend. “Have a lovely time, darling. Pas- tano’s has the distinction of being the very toughest place in all Chicago. It is beautiful, and not so dangerous as Mr. Pastano likes people to think, He is really very careful about the police. And then, too, you will be with Mr. Poole, who is a close friend of Ruby.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) As far as any authentic record shows, the first cracker bakery in the United States was that of Theodore Pearson at Newburyport, Mass, He began business in 1792 and his spe- cialty was a large cracker which was known both as a “pilot” and as ship’s bread. Joshua Brent was Pearson’s first great business rival. He erected an oven for cracker baking at Milton, Mass, in 1801. He was succeeded by many other cracker manufacturers. The crackers were first made by hand. During the years between 1840 and 1865 the mechanical process employed in making crackers underwent a re- markable development. Prior to 1840 the use of machinery in the cracker- making process was practically un- known. Even then the dough was still —vorked up and put into the oven one BOCES CCCC CCIE COICO CCC CCC “Crackers” First Baked by Massachusetts Man piece at a time, Machinery was final. ly invented which took the dough after it had been prepared by hand and rolled it into a thin sheet which, as it passed over a sort of endless belt, was cut by a stamping machine which works automatically. Ancient Theatrical Mask Among curiosities unearthed in the course of excavations and restora- tion of the ancient basicilica of St, Sebastian in Rome was a theatrical mask worn by a Roman actor, Explaining Abbreviation Mo. was the abbreviation for Mis- souri because any other abbreviation would be likely to become confused with an abbreviation for Mississippl, | NEFFICIENT distribution has cost the people of the United States enough since the war to pay off the national debt. Bankruptcies have caused a loss of over five billions of dollars in the last decade, and that represents only part of the waste of inefficient distribution. Retail stores have multiplied by thousands, and the average life of these stores has been short. There has been a constant stream of men bringing their small savings to the altar of merchandising ambition. W ithout a knowledge of accounts, buying, advertising, mark-up, turnover, credits, collections and service to customers, they have cut down the aver- age volume of business per store, thereby increasing costs of distribution and prices to consumers. Handicapped by the lack of business under- standing and strangled by competition they have constituted an unbroken business death march, ; Into this scene of merchandising desolation and chaos has come the chain store, quick ning competition, hastening elimination. The competi- tion of chain stores has undoubetedly hurried many a retailer into bank- ruptey. On the other hand, the chains have introduced far-reaching eco- nomics, stimulated adaptation and brought about greater co-operation between wholesaler and retailer. Retailing is essentially a service. The merchant is a host, the cus- tomer a guest. Success in a, store depends upon consideration of detail and a human equation closely bound up with ownership. The large scale farmer has never put the small farmer out of business. I predict a profitable future for both the farmer and the independent retailer who observe the economies of the day. FARMERS AFFECTED BY WAR By GEORGE E. ROBERTS, President N. Y. National City Bank. Instead of attempting to provide relief to farmers who cannot pro- duce wheat and cotton as cheaply as can farmers in other states making use of machinery especially adapted to that region, the cheaper production costs should be accepted as a development on the whole contributing to the general welfare and the necessary adjustments should be made else- where. : The farm problem as existing today had its origin in the World war. The war caused derangement of production and trade which are factors of disturbance today. Western Europe had been accustomed to rely upon Russia for large supplies of foodstuffs, and the cutting off of these sup- plies, together with the devastation of much of Europe by the armies, gave a great stimulus to farm production outside of Europe. Now Europe is back in full production and an overproduction of farm products exists in the world, and a problem of farm relief exists in every country. More- over, along with the expansion of agriculture in other countries came the discovery that wheat and cotton can be grown in the region which in my | schoo! days was marked in the geographies as the Great American desert, | and that by the use of machinery especially adapted to that region they can be grown more cheaply than in the older wheat and cotton states. That discovery has had serious consequences to the farmers of these older states. MODERN PARENT TOO MECHANICAL By MRS. HUGH BRADFORD, President Parent-Teacher Congress. Education begins in the home and the training most important to a nation or civilization depends upon the proper technique of parenthood. Parenthood brings with it much responsibility and as much impor- tance as business. The father must realize this and lend his co-operation to the spirit of home and life. The whole family, in my opinion, should plan together, play together and progress together. The result would be much less crime and unhappiness. We find ourselves forgetful of the finer human touches, human sym- pathies and human.interests, while the objective world of action and achievement lures us « Really, the telegram and mail can wait until our children have | received and welcomed us. They are material things which will not change after a little time. But these children, these human personalities, have interests and feelings which normally are at their height when we come home. Coldly met, these urges and emotions wane, and, as they weaken, they are not so likely to return so vigorously. The child enthusiasm can- not grow nor can it even live without some human warmth from us to keep it aglow. WORLD CAN DO WITHOUT WAR By REV. DR. MINOT SIMONS, New York (Unitarian). If new wars come a grateful people will honor their saviors, but | new wars need not come. - War is not necessary to human nature. All the primitive human passions that expressed themselves in blood ven- | geance and blood feuds, in dueling and in slavery still retain, but these institutions are gone. The human impulses which have led to war are they can express themselves in better ways. likewise permanent ’ ed as a method and human nature can go right along War can be discar: as before. This message of the social psychologist ought to be proclaimed from it all fatalism about war may be banished from the housetops in orde the earth. WORKING FOR CHILD HEALTH By R. I WILBUR, Secretary of the Interior, al methods of working for the care of the child. national organization reaching out, spreading its tentacles into every part of the country and telling people what to do. The other visualizes the local forces coming together in a united effort and doing a job in accordance with local possibilities. I say quite frankly that I belong to what may be called the county seat group—the local crowd—not the national crowd. I have a feeling that we will never develop a real democracy unless we develop it with a loca) significance and interest. There are two ger : o One visualizes a great | garded his eighteen-year-old wife, con- | Gets Two Years in Jail | shots at a wealthy husband who had RRR ERR RNR Girl Hangs Self as Revenge on Jilter Bekescsaba, Hungary.—As re- venge on a man who jilted her, Anna oerino, =a Bekescsaba girl, hanged herself from the balcony of the church in which the unfaithful lover was being married to another girl, Her body and a note explain- ing her reasons for killing her- self were discovered by the wed- ding guests as they left the church. KXXXXXXXXXXXRXRX FEERERERERERER REX RRRERERRR RXXKEXXXHXX FREE XEXEREEXEXHXXXXXXXXX BOY SLAYER GETS LIFE IN PRISON State Spares Youth and Two Chums From Chair. Elizabeth, N. J.—George Daniecki, fifteen years old, whose life the state sought to take for murder, was spared from death in the electric chair by a jury, but must pass the remainder of his life in prison. With two other youths, neither of whom has reached his majority, Daniecki was convicted of first-degree murder, with a recom- mendation of merey. The life sentence was mandatory on Judge Alfred A. Stein, nothwithstand- ing that never in the history of the state had one so young been sent to prison for life. The other boys were William Callagher, twenty, and Wil- liam Garry, eighteen, All three lived in Elizabeth. For three hours and twenty min- utes the jury deliberated, but the question was not of their guilt. The state had convinced the twelve that the youths beat John Hayden to death with a piece of iron to rob him of $4.65. What they deliberated on was the question of taking the tnree lives in return. The first vote, it was said, showed six for a straight verdict of guilty of first degree murder, .and six for a recommendation of mercy. The defendants stood motionless as the verdict was read. Garry then turned to his mother and shook his head. Gallagher's eyes filled as he re- vulsed with sobs. “I didn’t do it,” George Daniecki cried to his parents as he was led away. Hard labor for the remanider of his life faces him, For almost half of the short span he has passed so far, life has meant little but hard labor. He started working when he was eigint years old. He repelled once and ran away. For a year and a half he was in a state reformatory to repent. On February 17 Daniecki was riding in » motor car with the other boys. They picked up John Hayden, a mechanic, fifty-eight years old. When he resisted their attempt to rob him they beat him with a tife fron and fled to Virginia, taking Georges’ sweet- heart, Anna Ossowick along. It was her testimony which largely served to convict the three youths. Says Husband Hid Her Behind Frosted Glass New York.—Everett Van Houten, a Garden City (L. 1.) real estate oper- ator, was so jealous of his wife, Anna, that he had frosted glass put in the ground floor windows of their home and nailed down the windows, Mrs. Van Houten charged in affidavits ask- ing Justice Mitchell May in Supreme court, Brooklyn, to give her $100 a week alimony pending trial of her separation suit. Van Houten, in a cross affidavit, ad- mitted having done so, but asserted it was to prevent his wife from flirting. Mrs. Van Houten denied she had flirted. “My husband,” said Mrs. Van Hou- ten, “is a boss and a bully, who re- ferred to my father, an estimable business man, as a stupid Dutchman and a buzzard. “My husband is not a believer In the Supreme Being and shares Scho- penhauer’s views on women, He never permits me or our children to attend church.” for Shooting at Mate Los Angeles.—Because she fired five thrice tried to divorce her and whom she declares denied her necessary sus- tenance, Mrs. Helen Lois Andrade, sixty-six, has been sentenced to two years in the county jail by Superior Judge Emmet Wilson. Mrs. Andrade, according to evi- dence presented at her trial, appeared in the driveway of her husband's palatial home in Beverly Hills last September and after meeting him and seeing his second “wife,” Mrs. Judith Lavender Andrade standing in a door- way, drew a gun and opened fire, All of her shots missed. Sentenced to Church; Fails; Goes to Jail 1015 Miller Avenue, Mission, Texas. 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