Show Zbc 5alt Sunday Morning -- i I ''''Pownowatemorgignomorlorm 17 eis4tt 4 Part II 1 r which was Agust first Abner Tanner was leaving for the western part of the state to work on the construction of a school As they ate their breakbuilding fast it was far too silent Sarah noticed the absence of Abb's jovial wittiness - As he kissed her good-b- y there was something lacking and the look in his eye a was not the same As the train sped him away he gazed out the window but saw nothing and in his ears was ringing "That's what I get for marrying an uj Part I The fascination of marriage was The daily routine had become wearisome and monotonous Bottles formulas diapers meals dishes beds and now another bottle for little Joe who was just recovering from a long Sarah siege of flu and pneumonia was irritated by the heat of the kitchen stove The smell of cooking cereal and bacon nauseated her She loved Abb and her two lovely children but she ale° loved life a little excitement such ss a dance and mixing with young people of her own age This was denied her because Abb wee years her senior and at night he was too fatigued to take her to places P he longed to go and then there were other things he would much rather do: such as a game of cards and a glass of beer with the !onyx Thin had become a habit during the too many free years before his marriage to over old Sarah Abb was a'bUilding contractor and a very capable one He was clean-cwith kind dark-blu- e eyes and medium-brow- n hair His wiry form The moved with ease and grace greater part of his time was spent away from home working on schools and churches or any such work that pertained to his profession Ott these occasions Sarah was left alone but one could not bite the hand that was working so hard to give him what he wanted At this time Sarah's appetite was not for food A beautiful flowing gown and step to the rhythm of a good orchestra would satisfy her hunger for the evening As she washed the supper dishes her brow was knitted together and the corners of her mouth sagged As she walked back and forth from the table to the sink her 'steps became louder and faster comWiping a treasured pote she placed it in the cupboard Its sparkle was dimmed by her moist eyes Abb looked up from his paper When he saw her distorted face the paper fell to the floor He quickly went to her side "Wpat's the matter Sarah? You look like you had lost your last loved one" "I might have" she retorted "Do you know how long it has been since you took me out? It's been months and months—" "Where do you want to go?" asked Abb "I want to go to the dance" she burst at him "You've only taken me to two dances in four years" "rm sorry" said Abb patting her on the shoulder Sarah turned quickly '"Sorry my cut-gla- ss - "But listen" said Abb "I'M set mo here" "Sure" said Sarah "that's just the ' trouble you're never here" :lom - -- Abb replied "You know I don't like to dance" Sarah cut in each word getting a little louder "And you know I do!!— so we stay home!" Abb spoke in a soothing tone "I'm tired why can't we—" Sarah retorted "Tired pooh!—it's old age this Is what I get for maran old man" Sarah knew at ryingmoment she had said too much that for Abb looked hurt and walked away' He put little Joe in the pushcart took Jeanna by the hand and walked out into the summer twilight He loved these two blue-eye- d children Jeanna with her yellow curls and baby babble and little Joe with his big ears and broad smile At this time of evening the double sunset was beautiful with its rose and golden spires extending into the sky and down the Snake river by which they were walking Abb was aroused from his thoughts by Jeanna pointing toward the bril liant sky as she said "See daddy petty?" -Yes darling that's the sunset" "Sun-te- t daddy?" While they were gone Sarah was tangled in memory She knew- she was missing everything but hard Then she rework and loneliness membered her singing rehearsals she enjoyed so much but that was about all Her memory was impaired by bitterness She knew all the young people would be at the dance and to hear them tell of the good time they had would be too much At the sound of the wheels of little Joe's cart on the porch Sarah rushed to the bedroom to compose herself She applied a touch of powder and rouge to hide her wanness She listened intently Was he tuning his mandolin? He had not played it for so long As she stood by the bedroom window looking at the mottled color in the sky how well she remembered when they sang together in the twilight and mingled the music of their Yes they voices and their hearts were in love then The sun would go down the moon come up and the stars come out The steam of an old favorite sorg brolight her back to - the present man" Again Sarah was left to her solitude She created many tasks so that she would not have time to think of her lonelinesa She had her garden and loved her flowers As she dug around the pansies in their face-lik- e petals she could see the hurt look on Abb's face which was caused from her bitter words She knew they were true but she shouldn't have said them Sarah fed little Joe his puree for the noon meal and 'Put him Oin his crib "E'ss sing song mom-my- " said Jeanne So together they e sweet sang: so me a mine make cookie fat baby and so fine Pick it and pick it then mark it with 'T' put in the oven for Joe and me" At this cherished moment Sarah pulled the shades for the afternoon sun was hot so that her babies might sleep She relaxed in a rocker and reviewed the experience of the night before "My bitter tongue would that I could cut it out" she thought "And he is so kind and gentle" She was aroused from her thoughts It was the by'a knock on the door ' drayman "I have brought your pat-a-ca- ut eye" on her expressive face The next morning ' the garden the lawn and the children keep me quite busy" "Yes indeed it does" said Myra In her Irish brogue "and you never have any pleasure just work and more work' After they had chatted over a cup of tea and hot cinnamon rolls Stevie returned to her home that was just next door Sarah Wile left to her thoughts ataring into the distance she knew not where "Never have any plelsure just work and more work" She had not failed to feel sorry for herself She went to the dresser and selected one of Abb's large handkerchiefs As she held it in her hand her heart Acted queer: she tied it about her head to aoothe the ache While the children took their nap Sarah carried the jams and Jellies to the basement and carefully arranged them in rows with the endeared crooked labels visible 1 1 I : tvtl' - dearest one It is with remorse-anhumility that I write you this evening If can you forget those ugly words I've spoken and' remember only the nice things I have done and said which are so few be r-- will gra teful Words cannot tell you my joy when the piano arrived today Neither can they tell my anguish I cannot wait to tell you I played the song to see if the children could recognize the tune and Joe's darling hands began to pat and Jeanna sang like a canary If you could only have seen and heard them! Thank you so much for the 'piano and remember I shall always love you Yours forever pat-a-ca- ke Sarah The fall weeks were busy one's Sarah wiped the perspiration from her brow "Is you hot Mornmy?" asked Jeanna "Yes dear you play with brother while Mommy does the canning" With a tiny pair of scissors Jeanna cut as near squares of paper as her tiny hands were capable to label the jars and jams end jellies "Stevie Stevie" called Jeanna as Myra Stevens entered the door : "And how's my Dolly Joanna today?" she asked picking up the child "Give Stevie a big hug" d Myra Stevens was a fat iolly Irish woman full of jokes and always mothering someone Stevie sat for a while to chat This was an opportune time for Sarah to rest "You look worried Sarah" said Myra "What's- wrong child?" Sarah knew why she was worried but she didn't know it was showing good-nature- 0 4 - 11 'A4 '' - : ' I 44 '1: '''' 44' 411t ''- 7!01 72140 :- :ct fi4 - 71 We always try to play fair with greater than normal sexuality morour writers and we believe that it It must be bidity nastiness etc Is only fair when a writer has laremembered that there is some of bored through five or six rewritings all eof these in perfectly normal life The-rwith every evidence in his stories and 'is just enough to affect the attitude that he has tried hii level senses and feelings pleasantly as best that he should get once chance does the faint odor of musk but let to see himself in print even though that muskiness be increased ever so his story may not be worthy of it little beyond the mere suggestion We have tried seriously with t h e of its presence and one begins to author of today's story to get her look around for the skunk and to to see that she is sentimental to a get ready to flee ' So It is withsen- considerable extent and we have emotion sation and sentiment not got her to eliminate this sentithere Is something very fleshy human and attractive about them mentality Otherwise her story hits some value We have finally Made which gives human interest to a LIP our mind that she may see this story but let the 'odor get too loud fault if she sees her story in print there is immediate rebellion and So here is a lesson for her its well In the making of finally nausea as for all other sentimental minds all of the most expensive and delightwho want to 'write ful perfumes there is placed in them We therefore 'include here the a faint trace- of musk for it has the ofsheet on sentimentalism which we property bringing out the full essence-ansent herand leave it to our readers flavor of the other odors as to whether she did not have e It is an absolute necessity to story-tellin- g enough instruction to avoid this that the human We believe that we know fault touch of sex death decay etc be the reason why she could not rid there just the faintet trace of it herself of it She is the author of for it brings out the great won- the verse at the close of the story derful arid lovely sensations and find she is so obsessed with the idea The test of an feelings of life there presented that she cannot see author's judgment he In his control of elesrly the fault which so decidedly negative elements the inhurts her story Now again read jecting of just: enough to brinc out her story after you have read the the good the beautiful and the true and not one tiniest bit more—else following which tells why sentimentalism Is so deadly to good writing the smell- of the skunk "There is nothing more pleasing "The tendency of all authors to and aceentable in a short story than overuse these very useful but dan- re sentiment emotion and sensagerous elements arises out of their tion But when one so exagreratea almost explosive ttiadency their them as to make them deteriorate 'kick which the author desires beinto sentimentalism emotionalism cause he wants to draw attention and sensationaliam his writing benot to the story but to himself Of comes distasteful end even hateful course he will deny this but- it is to the normal reader There is a true Practically all trespassing into forbidden fields of bad taste is for Very larrre potion ofall renders who P nd who annreciate are 'shoo-ni- g the purpose of building up one's ego dein their these an end which is also almost always defeated by the very thing which It is for these grees of the author hoped would bring him peonle that the 'nulps' are written To Filch tastes this schoolInto the public eye Whenever in any love murder danger or other scene reloges to cater "The which will tend to arouse the read- all arise out of a stenninas--uof the intensity of the er's emotions more than usual the sa'sat4ons and feelirra of the rerriet' author finds himself saying to himThis is P ecomni ished hv various self 'Ain't I knocking them for a means chief of which are the tiring cit 'Gee row of pins won't that of overemotionnlinncl wordn P nd the make them weep?' he had better choice of 'hot' incidents This word if' watch out for he is almost surely 'hot—is here used in just the same to those fine then adding this sense as it is slangily uFed in life: things: sensation emotion and senti the presence within an incident of ment" 0 high-grad- 0 the - - p I children in the whoie world" And ss he tenderly stroked their heads in spiteof his own pain he said to Jeanna "When you and Joie get a little older Daddy's going to let you learn to play the piano and this monkey the trumpet" he said as he hugged his baby to him "Then you can play together" "Now run along" said Sarah "Daddy's sick and alommy's got to put him to bed" When she had made him comfortable as possible She went to she called the doctor his side and said "What's the matter Abb have you been working too hard?" "No" said Abb'"I think it's just 0most!f old " m My ‘P ': so-cell- ed I -- "Should I go He doesn't love me any more" she thought might lust as well" on elle bottles She could bear It no Dropping her head on the fruit cupboard she moaned "Oh God! Make him write me a letter" She collected herself and with faltering steps she went into the garden where she gathered the vegetables for the evening meal She sat In art old chair at the back of the house and as she shelled the peas she would carelessly fling each pod about the yard "Oh what's the use?" her eyes filling with tears When she returned to the kitchen had she was met by Jeanna-wh- o awakened from her nap "What's the matter mommy did someone hurt you?" asked Jeanne "No darling someone's broken my longer - - : va-inu- A After their departure she closed the door—a piano!! The thing she had always wanted "A beautiful s she "How breathed mahogany" lovelye it is" As she brushed its glass-liksurface with her hand the mean things she had said to Abb the day before seemed to leap at her from its mirrored depths Her stiffened fingers caressed the ivory keys and fell into old beloved melodies: but as she played in her soul was a feeling of remorse and her heart in a diskept time like a tom-totant forest As she played the ac- pat-acak- jit CIS1144s1:E!44 : rott-nne- - - 1 l''' ia:--- Ti 0 ' being delivered companiment in a choked voice she sang "Oh how I'll miss you tonight love miss you when lights are low" The strains of music awoke the babies Jeanna knew this sound was something new "What's iss Mommy?" "A piano darling your daddy gave It to us" "'What's it for Mommy?" ' Sarah pressed the keys to show Joanna that it made music Then she too put her baby fingers on the keyboard Little Joe was standing and shaking the side of his crib Sarah carried him in by the instrument Now she would test the musical ability of her children She sat little Joe e on the floor and played their song Immediately his little hands began to pat and Jeanna sang her best The happenings of the past twenty-four hours had tugged at her heart leaving her weak and shaken "I will write him 'a letter" she thought out loud which was a characteristic of hers 1) - pat-a-ca- piano" lie Said "Bring it in" said Sarah Abb had given it to her for her birthday a few days before and it was just - 7 - ke "Pat-a-cak- - "Oh I guess I'm a little tired" said Sarah "The - canning- August 30 1912 eyes were dark brown and her red hair glistened Together they walked to the hall and the sound of the orchestra lightened Sarah's heart for she loved to dance and her tiny feet stepped to the music with grace and rhythm As her admirers held her close and as she listened to their praise and foolish prattle she felt young and reckless When she returned home she found She her babies sleeping soundly kissed their heads and tucked the covers about them Sarah 'tossed restlessly through a sleepless night Iler jumbled thoughts were full of eventful commotion The following week passed slowly Again she went to the dance It was a cold bitter night and when she returned home she found the fire In the little heater had gone out Stevie was nit in the habit of caring for children She wanted Sarah to enjoy herself but that night Stevie slept soundly and failed to look at the children She found little Joe standing by the bed clinging to the covers where he had sobbed to the point She took him in her of exhaustion arms and found that his wet diaper wss partly froze She quickly changed her baby Running to the kitchen she lit paper in the range under a tin plate to warm some milk She gave hint his bottle and supported It with the blanket while she As she quickly removed undressed 3 ALM1114' alum heart" Part III The cold weather set in early By November the snow was getting deep and the cold wind blew over the river and shook their small three-roohouse built on its banks Abb deposited money every month to her account but not a line did he write Sarah went about in a The daily routine dragged daze not even her busy fingers soothed her uneasiness She sat at the sewing machine making dainty clothes for the children adorning them with bits of lace and colored thread One day she looked up from her sewing and there Was Stevie "Bless her heart" thought Sarah Myra sat down in a rocker and warmed herself by the stove "Do you know child" she said to Sarah "if you don't get out of this house Rnd have a- little fun- you'll wind up in the bughouse?""Oh I can't" replied Sarah "there's the children and besides I have tiO one to go with" "I can fix that" said Stevie "get yourself ready and go with Bill and I'll come over every little Millie while and mind the children" She was so starved for love and affection that to dance to the rhythm of an orchestra once more would seem like the realms of heaven Her long blue dress had not been taken from the box for ages "Should I go? He doesn't love me any more" she said "I might just as well" her Sarah looked beautiful long flimsy blue dress reflected the Her hair which blue in her eyes lay in soft waves was touched with gold He Bill and Millie had 4rrived was fat and jolly with light curly Millie'a hair and gray-greeeyes m - n "I her clothing the WWI thinking of her baby's long illnese how she had worked and prayed God to spare his precious life and how for the sake of a paltry dance she had probably killed her child She was revived to sanity Sarah crent in beside him and took him in ner arms and as she rubbed his numb limbs she promised God that if He would spare his life once more she would riever leave him again not for all the dances in the world Part IV It was Thanksgiving When Sarah awakened to find her baby able to smile words could not express her thanks and gratitude She quickly made the fires and cautiously wrapped little Joe in a woolen shawl and sat him in a highchair close to - age" "Oh Abb I'm so sorry I said that don't care if you're a hundred" She could say no more Abb pulled her to his side sad std "I guess I was too old for you but when a man falls in love with a girl there isn't much he can do about it" The doctor arrived and after a brief examination pronounced it a runtured appendix While the operation was being performed Sarah walked back and forth In a hospital roomtoo stunned to her situation gran) When Abb revived from the anesthetic he opened his eyes and there was Sarah holding his hand Sarah returned tö the children for whom Stevie was caring Her once jovial face was sad: andthat silent stroke of old sge was more As she prepared a cup of visible tea Sarah unpacked her husband's suitcase There she- found the letter she had written him She reread its d pages then folded those lines and placed them in her scrapbook Abb uncomplainingly suffered and for five weeks Sarah sat patiently a Cs wrong?" just feeling rotten" he said' She summoned a driver ' who helped him into the cab and on the way home she nestled close to his side They laid Abb on the couch by the heater while she paid the driver "You come home Daddy?" said Jea nne "Yes dear" said Abb "Are you still daddy's girl?" She put her little arms around his neck and said "You want Joie and Inc to sing song ?" "I sure do" said Abb "Sarah" he called for she was in the kitchen fixing the fire and getting some water on to heat "Come and sit Joie by me and play their song" After they had finished he said "That was great You know Sarah I think we have two of the smartest - Pat-a-ca- ke tear-staine- am so lonely t ove 'Bitter tears fall day heart - 11 rl r r" 7 7 0 a an Warns Strange In Los Angeles Cataclysmic changes face the Thousands of people in world America in Canada and throughout the world are preparing for - these great changes under the leadership of a strange man in known as "The Los Angeles Voice ot Two Worlds" In every large city: a small group of his followers are getting ready or the strange and different AmerfCtthat is on its way—after the war "The old days are gone" this man' declares "never to return" Those who now feel safe may be ruined Many now poor will be leaders Many will have to make an 'entirely fresh start in new fields in which they are entirely without experience Every man will be on his own "Happy the warrior" Mr Dingle puotes from ancient mystic writings "to whom comes Joy of batte" He tells of the methods used by the ancients to develop the qualities of character needed In a dangerous world how they achieved victory over circumstance acquired remarkable control of mind and body He found these strange methods in far-oand mysterious Tibet often called the Inric of miracle lby the few travelers permitted"to visit it The enn be used by nny person For with ordinary intelligence those who master these methods - ff ' The wind is roaring The rain is pouring Every day the skies are drear RMn from the skies match the tears in my eyes There is a storm in my heart Chorus: Left all alone in my little home Some one to miss no one to kiss My hopes and dreams are all gone it seems THERE IS A STORM IN MY HEART! - p‘oL: him only by day My heart is breaking My soul is aching— There is a storm in ray tear-staine- There was a knock on the door chill November breeze She watched as the passengers descended from the train There was Abb Why was the brakeman helping him? Was he sick ? Had he been hurt? She rushed to his side and with a kiss that she wanted to linger said "Abb - - the heater Sarah opened it A messenger handed her a yellow envelope Quickly tearing it open she reads "I will be home today "Abb" Sarah leaned against the door casing and put her hand to her bieast to ease the throbbing of her heart Confused she prepared their breakfast She was silent as she sipped a few swallows of hot coffee she needed so badly At 5 o'clock that evening Sarah met Abb et the train shiverexcitement and the ing from by his sleet': He knew his time for He took her this life was short hand and watched her awhile nett-les- s and suffering he spoke som"YoU berly and in broken syllables know I love you Sarah" "Yes Abb I know" Abb- continued "You are still YoungL make the most of thoseyears—' He stopped the hue of his face had become livid and his glassy eyes fixed on space The weeks that had passed seemed As the March wind like years howled and the tempest clouds prolonged the darkness of the day the storm of Sarah's heart raged With ' d fare pressed against her the window pane she said: "Rain from the Skies match the tears in my eyes" Her twain ability She stopped With a paper and was kindled pencil she sat by the window where The she could watch the storm rhythm of her feet had lodged in her soul and from its depths she wrote this song: r - - 4 A the changing world will spell opportunity They will take joy in the changes because every change helps them toward success "The time has come for this n system to be disclosed to the Western world" declares the author and offers to send his d treatise— amazing which reveals many startling results—to sincere readers of this paper free of cost or obligation Por sour free copy address the 213 Institute of Mentalphysics South Hobart Blvd Dept A181 Los Angeles Calif Readers are urged to write promptly as only a limit ed number of the free treatises have been printed long-hidde- 9000-wor- - (Ach ertIseantatl) - |