The Texhoma Times (Texhoma, Okla.), Vol. 11, No. 20, Ed. 1 Friday, January 30, 1914 Page: 2 of 10
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mm THERE'S AWL
MARY ROBERTS MNEHART
mtiistratId /& ed6ar beut smiih copyp/onr & ® b«rti.v."co.
1 VlJi iv^ kX wBrminir her hands. I saw
8YN0P8I8.
hand. He sat on the railing of the
spring and looked at me.
"You're not warmly enough dreseed
for this kind of thing," tie remarked.
•Where's that gray rabbits' fur. or
whatever it Is?"
"If you mean my chinchillas," I said,
"they're in their box. Chinchillas are
Minnie. .prlng hou.. SJrl at
toriuiu. tell. the .lory ll opens wVth the
arrival of Mia. Patty Jennings. who lS M
ported to be engaged to marry R prince,
and the death of the old doctor who owns
the sanatorium. The estate Is left to a
scapegrace grandson. L),^'ky. c.arl*^
must appear on a certain date and run
the sanatorium ■ucceaafully tor two delicate ai babies and not near §o
months or forfeit the Inheritance. A case
of mump, delay. Ulok's arrival!«r- Tho-
burn I. hovering about In hopes or se-
curing th. place for a wmm.r hotel
I'lerce. a college man In hard luck. I« P"
valljd upon bv Van Alstyne. 1? ^J};
rr In law. to Impersonate the missing Mir
and tak. charge of ths sanatorium until
farter arrives. Dick, who
spring. "Oh, Miss Cobb, If only he
would use a little bit of sense!"
"He?" she said. "He nothing! It's
straight, looking me right In the eye.
If you'll recall," he said, "I came
Into the sprlnghouse, and Arabella
with Patty's younger slater no™t**- *.r
rives, and the coupls go Into h|dln* In
the old .h.lter house. > earing to face
plentiful. I'm warm enough."
"You look It." He reached over and
caught one of my hands. "Look at
that! Blue nails! It's about four de-
grees above zero here, and while the
rest are wrapped In furs and steam-
Dorothy's father, who is at th. sanator-
ium. Dick arranges with I '^fVoDerty"
tlnu. In th. management of he 1property
Julia Bummer., leading lady of Plerc..
stranded theatrical company arrives.
Bh. la .ulng Dicky for br.ach of prornU.^
The prince, under th. Inoognltoof O.kar
WAn TnwnM Arrives at the •anatorium.
strong dlsllk. for Inwald Dick become,
peevish ov.r th. Independent manner In
ffpil to running th« sanatorium^
MIm Bummer. dtaeovert that the Dlck
Carter she 1 aeektn# is the owner of tne
Etorlum. Dick In a,l^PUni..t®
love letter, from «l"
ks Into ths wrong room and gets th.
wrong l.tt.rs Miss Bummers
convulsions from overeating. Th. patlenti
LLh..: "W ^pantc
that Summers woman I'm talking pulled that -garment of Miss Cobb's
1 knew that woman off a table. It was early-nobody was
out yet. You were alone, Minnie, or
about, Minnie.
wasn't what she ought to bs the min-
ute I set eyes on her."
"The Summers woman!" I repeated
Miss Cobb leaned over the railing
and shook a finger In my face.
"The Summers woman," she said
no." she said suddenly, "you were not
alone. Minnie, who was In the pan-
try?'.'
"What has that to do with It?" 1
managed, with my feet as cold as
Krlng water. In
•ro« and start
th. truth about w-n-
KXSSSSta th.Vtto U /return
Pierce lavs out a course of rational and
living and all agr.. to give It a
CHAPTER XII.
They took to It like ducks to water.
Not, of course, that they didn't kick
about making their own beds and hav-
ing military discipline generally. They
complained a lot, but when after three
days went by with the railroad running
as much on schedule as It ever does,
they were all still there, and Mr. Jen-
nings had llmpeil out and spent a half-
hour at the wood pile with hla gouty
foot on a cushion, 1 saw It was a sue-
_ row. He tells them
th« "truth about themselves and they
cess
I ought to have been glad. I was,
although when Mrs. Dicky found they
were all staying, and that she might
have to live In the shelter-house the
reet of the winter, there was an awful
scene. I was glad, too, every time I
could see Mr. Thoburn's gloomy face,
or hear the things he said when his
name went up for the military walk.
The strange thing of all was the way
er rugs, with hot water bottle# at their
feet, you've got on a shawl. I'll bet
you two dollars you havsn't got on
any—er—winter flannels."
"I never bet," I retorted, and went
on folding up the steamer rugs.
"I'd like to help," he said, "but
you'rs so darned capable, Miss Min-
nie—"
"You might see if you can get the
slot-machine empty," I aald. "It's full
of water. It wouldn't work and Mr.
Moody thought It was froxen. He'a
been carrying out boiling water all
afternoon. If It stays In there and
freezes the thing will explode."
He wasn't listening. He'd been fuss-
ing with his package and now he
opened It and handed it to ma, In tha
paper.
It'a a sweater," he said, not looking
at me. "I bought It for myself and It
was too small— Confound It, Minnie,
I wish I could lie I I bought them for
you! There's tha whole business-
sweater, cap, leggings and mittens. Qo
on! Throw them at me!"
But I didn't. I looked at them, all
white and soft, and It came over me
suddenly how kind people had been
lately, and how much I'd been getting
—the old doctor's waistcoat buttons
and Miss Pat's furs, and now this! I
Just burled my face in them and cried.
Doctor Barnes stood by and said
nothing. Some men wouldn't have un-
derstood, but he did. After a minute
or eo he came over and pulled the
sweater out from the bundle.
"I'm glad you like 'em," he said,
"but as I bought them at Hubbard's,
In Flnleyvllle, and as the old liar guar-
anteed they wouldn't shrink, we'd bet-
ter not cry on 'em."
Well, I put them on and I was
warmer and happier than 1 had been
for some time. But that night when
I went out to the shelter-house with
"One of the chambermaids found my stone.
—my protectors hanging In the crea She got up and buttoned her sweat-
ture's closet!" er.
I couldn't speak. There had been "Don't trouble to He." she said. "I
so much happening that I'd clean for can see through a stone wall as well
gotten Miss Cobb and her woolen ag most people. Whoever got those
tights. And now to havs them come letters thought they were stealing
back like this and hang themselves mine, and there are only two people
they began to look up to Mr. Pierce the supper basket I found both the
He was very strict; If he made a rule, honeymooners In awild.tat.iot exclt*
It was obey or leave. (As they knew ment They said that about five
after Mr Moody refused to take the o'clock Thoburn had gone out to the
military walk, and was presented with shelter-house and walked _««™d lit
his bill and a railroad schodnle within
«n hour. He had to take the military
walk with Doctor Barnes that after-
noon alone.1 They had to respect a
man who could do all the things in the
fymnaslum that they couldn't, and
fome In from a ten or Afteen-mlle
y-onip through the snow and take a
"told plunge and a swim to rest him
■elf.
It was on Monday that we really got
things Started, and on Monday after-
noon Miss Summers came out to the
shelter-house In a towering rags.
"Where's Mr. Pierce?" she de-
manded.
"I guess you can ses he isn't hers," I
•aid.
"Just wait until I see html" she an-
nounced "Do you know that I am down
on the blackboard for ths military
walk today?—11"
"Why not?"
She turned and glared at me. "Why
not?" she repeated. "Why. the au
daclty of the wretch! He brings me
out Into the country In winter to play
In his atrocious play, strands me, and
then tells me to walk twenty miles
a day and smile over It!" She came
over to me and shook my arm. "Not
only that." she said, "but he has cut
out my cigarettes and put Arabella
on dog biscuit—Arabella, who can
hardly eat a chicken wing."
"Well, there's something to be
thankful for." I said. "He didn't put
you on dog biscuit."
She laughed then, with one of her
quick changes of humor.
"The worst of It Is," she said, In a
confidential whisper, "I'll do It. I feel
It. 1 guess If the truth were known
I'm some older than he Is, but—I'm
afraid of him. Minnie. Little Judy to
ready to crawl around and speak for
a cracker or a kind word. Oh, I'm not
In love with him. but he's got the
Finally he had stopped at one of the
windows of the other room, had
worked at It with his penknife and got
It open, and crawled through. They
sat paralyzed with fright, and heard
him moving around the other room,
and he even tried their door. But It
had been locked.
By Friday of that week you would
hardly havs known any of them. The
fat ones were thinner and the thin
ones fatter, and Miss Julia Summers
could put her whole hand Inside hsr
bslt.
And they were pleasant. Thsy'd sit
down to a supper of ham and eggs
and appls saucs, and yell for more.
They fussed some still about sleep-
ing with the windows open, especially
the bald-headed men.
Mr. von Inwald was still there, and
not troubling himself to be agreeable
to any but the Jennings family. He
and Mr Pierce carefully avoided each
Lb
"I Never Bet," I Retorted.
courage to say what he uieans and do I othe|V but j imew well enough that only
what he says." | p0uCy them apart. Both of them,
She went to the door and looked j yQU gee wero worklug for something,
back smiling. Mitt Cobb came to the sprlnghouse
"I'm off for the wood-plle." she eftrly Friday morning, and from the
called back. "And I've promised to j way ghe came in and shut the door 1
chop two inches off my heels." knew she had something on her mind.
As I say, they took to It like ducks i she walked over to wflere 1 was pol-
to water—except two of them, von In- i uhlng the brass railing troun|l the
wald and Thoburn. Mr. von Inwald j Hprlng—it had been ths habit of years,
stayed on, 1 hardly know why, but 1 Bnd not easy to break -and stood look-
guest It was because Mr. Jennings still tug at me and breathing hard.
hadn't done anything final about set- i "Minnie," sho exclaimed. "1 havs
tlements. and with the newspapers found the thief!"
marrying him every day It wasn't very "Lord have mercy!" I
comfortable Next to him. Mr. Tho- dropped the brass polish.
burn was the unbapplsst mortal I have "I have found the thief!" she repeat-
ever seen. ed firmly. "Minnie, our sins always
Doctor Barnes came out that after And us out."
soon and wutchcd me while I closed "I guess they do. I said shakily.
ackage In his [ and sat down on the steps
around my neck, so to speak—It was
too much.
"Per—perhaps they're hers," I said
weakly after a minute.
"Stuff and nonsense!" declared Miss
Cobb. "Don't you think I know my
own, with L. C. in white cotton on the
band, and my own darning In the knee
where 1 slipped on the les? And more
than that, Minnie, whers those tights
are, my letters are!"
I glanced at ths pantry, whers her
letters were hidden on the upper shelf.
The door was closed.
"But—but what would she want
with the letters?" I asked, with my
teeth fairly hitting together. Miss
Cobb pushed her forefinger into my
shoulder.
"To blackmail me," shs said, in a
tragic voice, "or perhaps to publish.
I've often thought of that myself—
they're so beautiful. Letters from
life insurance agent to his lady-love—
Interesting, you know, and alliterative
As for that woman—!"
"What woman!" said Miss Sum-
mers' voice from behind ug. Ws
jumped and turned. "I always save
myself trouble, so 1( by any chance
you are discussing me—"
"As It happens," Miss Cobb said
glancing at her, "I wa% discussing
you."
Fine!" said Mlsg Julia. "I love to
talk about myself."
"I doubt It It's an edifying subject,"
Miss Cobb snapped.
Miss Julia looked at her and smiled.
"Perhaps not," she said, "but Inter-
esting. Don't put yourself out to be
friendly to me. Miss Cobb, If you don't
feel like It."
"Are you going to return my let-
ters?" Miss Cobb demanded.
"Your letters?"
"My letters—that you took out of my
room!"
"Look here," Mies Julia said, still
In a good humor, "don't you suppose
I've got letters of my own, without
bothering with another woman's?"
"Perhaps," Miss Cobb replied In tri-
umph. "perhaps you will say that you
don't know anything of my—of my
black woolen protectors?"
Never heard of them!" said Miss
Summers. "What are they?" And
then she caught my eye, and 1 guess
I looked stricken. "Oh!" she eald.
Miss Cobb was robbed the other
night," I explained, as quietly as I
could. "Somebody went Into her room
and took a bundle of Istters.'
"Letters!" Miss Summers straight-
ened and looked at me.
"And my woolen tights," said Miss
Cobb Indignantly. "And I'll tell you
this, Miss Summers, your dog got
in my room that night, and whlls I
have no suspicions, ths chambermaid
found my-er—missing garment this
morning In your closet!"
"I don't believe," Miss Julia said,
looking hard at me. "that Arabella
would steal anything so—er— gro
tesque! Do you mean to say," she
added slowly, "that nothing was taken
from that room but the—lingerie and
a bundle of letters?"
"Exactly," said Miss Cobb, "and P
thank you for ths letters."
"The letters!" Miss Julia retorted
"I've never been In your room,
haven't got the letters. I've never
seen them " Then a light dawned In
her face. I—oh. It's ths funniest
ever!"
And with that she threw her head
back and laughed unffl the tears rolled
down her cheeks and she held her
side.
"Screaming!" she gasped,
screaming! But. oh, Minnie, to have
seen your face!
Miss Cobb swept to the door and
turned in a fury.
I do not think it Is funny,"
stormed, "and 1 shall report to Mr.
Carter at ones what I have dlscov-
ered."
She banged out, and M1b§ Julia put
her head on a card table and writhed
with Joy. "To have seen your face,
Minnie!" she panted, wiping her eyes.
"To have thought you had Dick Car
ter's letters, that I keep rolled In as-
bestos, and than to have opened them
and found they were to Miss Cobb!"
He as happy at you like." 1 snapped,
who would try to steal my letters;
one 1s Dick Carter, and the other Is
his brother-in-law. It wasn't Sam In
the pantry—he came In Just after with
his little snip of a wife."
"Well?" I managed.
But she was smiling again, not so
pleasantly.
"I might havs known It!" she said.
What a fool I've been. Minnie, and
how clever you are under that red
thatch of yours! Dicky cannot appear
as long as I am here, and Pierce takes
his place, and I help to keep the secfret
and to play the game! Well. I can ap-
preciate a Joke on myself as well as
most people, but—Minnie, Minnie,
think of that guilty wretch of a Dicky
Carter shaking In the pantry!"
"I don't know what you are talking
about." I said, but she only winked and
went to the door.
"Don't take It too much to heart,"
she advised. "Too much loyalty is a
vice, not a virtue. And another piece
of advice, Minnie—when I find Dicky
Carter, stand from under; something
will fall."
They had charades during the rest
hour that afternoon, the overweights
headed by the bishop, agalnBt the un-
derweights headed by Mr. Moody. They
selected their words from one of Hor-
ace Fletcher's books, and as Mr. Pierce
wasn't either over or underweight,
they asked him to be referee.
Oh, they were crazy a.bout him by
that time. It was "Mr. Carter" here
and "dear Mr. Carter" there, with the
women knitting him neckties and the
men coming up to be bullied and ask-
ing for more. And he kept the upper
hand, too, once he got it.
But If Mr. Pierce was making a hit
with the guests, he wasn't so popular
with the Van Alstynes or the Carters.
Tlje night the cigar stand wrb closed
Mr. Sam came to me and leaned over
the counter.
'Put the key In a drawer," he said
can slip down here after the lights
are out and get a smoke."
Can't do It, Mr. Van Alstyne," I
said. "Got positive orders."
That doesn't Include me." He was
still perfectly good-humored.
Sorry." I said. "Have to havs a
written order from Mr. Pierce."
He put a silver dollar on the desk
between us and looked at me over It
Will that open the case?" he asksd.
But I shook my head.
Well. I'll be hanged! What the
devil sort of order did he give you?"
He said," I repeated, "that I'd be
coaxed and probably bribed to open
the cigar case, and that you'd prob-
ably be the first ons to do It, but I
was to Stick firm; you've been smok
lng too much, and your nerves are go-
ing."
Insolent young puppy!" bs ex
claimed angrily, and stamped away.
So that I was not surprised when
on that night. Friday, 1 was told to
be at the shelter-house at ten o'clock
for a protest meeting. Mrs. Sam told
me.
"Something has to be done." she
said. "I don't Intend to stand much
more. Nobody has the right to say
when I shall eat or what. If I want to
eat fried shoe leather, that's my af
fair.
We met at ten o'clock at the shelter-
house. everybody having gone to bed
Miss Patty, the Van Alstynes and
myself. The Dlckys were on good
term* again for a wonder, and when
we went In they were in front of the
fire, she on a box ai#he at her feet,
with his head burled in her lap. He
didn't even look up when we entered.
"They're here, Dicky," she said.
"All right!" he answered In a smoth-
ered voice. "How many of "em?"
"Four," she said, and kissed the tip
of his ear
"For goodness sake, Dick!" Mrs.
Sara snapped In a disgusted tone,
| "stop that spooning and get us some-
thing to sit on."
"Help yourself," he replied, •till
from his wlfe't lap, "and don't be
Jealous, sis. If the sight of married
happiness upsets you. go away. Qo
away, anyhow."
Mr Sam came over and Jerked him
into a sitting position. "Either you'll
sit up and take part In this discus-
stood warming her hands.
sister watching her.
What'd wrong with you, Pat?" she
asked. "Oskar not behaving?"
I'm tired to death, but 1 don't sleep,"
Miss Patty said. "I—1 don't know
why."
"I do," her sister said. "If you
weren't so haughty. Pat, and would
Just own up that you're sick of your
bargain—"
"Dolly!" Miss Patty got red and
then white.
"Oh, all right," Mrs. Dicky said, and
shrugged her shoulders. "Only, I hate
to see you make an Idiot of yourself,
when I'm so happy."
Mr. Dick made a move at that to go
across the fireplace to her, but Mr.
Sam pushed him back where he was.
"You stay right there," he said
"Here's Pierce now."
He came in smiling, and as he stood
Inside the door, brushing the snow off.
It was queer to see how his eyes went
around the circle until he'd found Miss
Patty and stopped at her.
Nobody answered hl smile, and he
came over to the lire beside Miss
Patty.
"Great night!" he said, looking down
at her. "There's something Invigorat-
ing In Just breathing that wind."
"Do you think so?" Mrs. Sam said
disagreeably. "Of course, we haven't
all got your shoulders."
"That's so," he answered, turning to
her. "I said you women should not
come so far. We could have met In
my sitting room."
You forget one thing," Mr. Dick put
in disagreeably, "and that is that this
meeting concerns me, and I cannot
very well go to your sitting room."
Fact," said Mr. Pierce. "I'd forgot-
ten about you for the moment."
'You generally do," Mr. Dick retort-
ed. "If you want the truth, Pierce, I'm
about tired of your high-handed meth-
ods."
Mr. Pierce set his Jaw and looked
down at him.
"Why? I've saved the place, haven't
I? Why, look here," he said, and pulled
out a couple of letters, "these are the
first fruits of those that weep—In
other words, per aspera ad astra! Two
new guests coming the last of the
week—want to be put in training!"
Well, that was an argument nobody
could find fault with, but their griev-
ance was about themselves and they
couldn't forgive him. They turned on
him in the most heartless way—even
Miss Patty—and demanded that he
give them special privileges—break-
fast when they wanted It, and Mr.
Sam the key to the bar. And he stood
Arm, as he had that day In the lobby,
and let the storm beat around him.
looking mostly at Miss Patty. It was
more than I could bear.
'Shame on all of you!" 1 said. "He's
done what he promised he'd do. and
more. If he did what he ought, he'd
leave this minute, and let you find out
for yourself what It Is to drive thirty-
odd different stomachs and the same
number of bad dispositions in one di-
rection."
You are perfectly right, Minnie.
Miss Patty said. "We're beastly, all
of us, and I'm sorry." 8he weht over
and held out her hand to him. "You've
done the impossible." she told him.
He beamed.
Your approval means more than
anything." he said, holding her hand.
Mrs. Dick sat up and opened her eyes
wide.
Speaking of Oskar," she began, and
He backed, still watching her, to his
wife, and stood In front of her, as if to
protect her.
Mr. Sam got his voice first.
"B—bad night for a walk," he said.
"Frightful!" she said. "I've been
burled to my knees. May I sit down?'
To those of us who knew, her easy
manner had something horrible In It. ^
"Sorry there are no chairs, Julia."
Mr. Pierce s id. "Sit on the cot, won't
you?"
"Who Is It?" Mrs. Dick asked from,
as you may say, her eclipse. She an4^_ '
Mian anmmflr, were the only calm
"It
said, and
to ths
any letters and as far at that goes.. Mr. i«c«
do you think I've lived here fourt«n | wit.,eparatlng he
"If ths Sight of Married Happiness
Upsets You, Go Away."
then stopped, staring past her sister,
toward the door.
We all turned, and there, blinking
In the light, was Miss Summers.
CHAPTER XIII.
Miss Summers were the only
ones In the room.
"I—i don't know," Mr. Dick sram-
mered, but the next moment Miss
Julia, from the cot, looked across at
him and grinned. *
"Well, Dicky!" shs said. "Who'd
have thought It!"
"You said you didn't know her!" his
wife said from behind him.
"Who'd have thought wha—what?"
he asked with bravado.
"All this!" Miss Julia waved her
hand around the room, with Its bars
walls, and blankets over the windows
to keep the light In and the cold out,
and ths circle of us sitting around on
sand boxes from ths links and lawn
rollers. "To find you here, all snug In
your own home, with your household
gods and a wife." Nobody could think
of anything to say. 'That Is," she went
on, "I believe there a a wife. Good
heavens, Dicky, It lsn** M'nnle?"
He stepped aside at tuu disclosing
Mrs. Dick on her box, witi her child-
ish eyes wide open.
"There—there Is a wife, Julia," h
said. "This Is her—she."
Well, she'd come out to make mis-
chief—it was written all over her
when she came In the door, but when
Mr. Dick presented his wife, fright-
ened as he was and still proud of her,
and Mrs. Dick smiled In her pretty
way. Miss Summers Just walked
across and looked down at her with a
queer look on her face. I shut my
eyes and waited for the crash, but
nothing came, and when 1 opened
them again there were the two women
holding hands and Miss Summers smil-
ing a sort of crooked grin at Mr. Dick.
"I ought to be very angry with yotir
husband," she said. "I—well, I never
expected him to marry, without my
being among those present. But since
he has done It—! Dick, you wretched
boy, you took advantage of my being
laid up with the mumps!"
"Mumps!" Mrs. Dick said. "Why,
he has Just had them himself!" Shs
looked around the circle suspiciously,
and every one of us looked as guilty
as if he had been caught with ths
mumps concealed around him some-
where.
"I didn't havs real mumps," Mr.
Dick explained. "It was only—®r—a
swelling."
"You said It was mumps, and even
now you hate pickles!"
Mr. Pierce had edged over to Miss
Summers and patted her shoulder.
"Be a good sport, Julia," he whis-
pered.
Shs threw off his hand.
"I'm being an idiot!" she said an-
grily. "Dick's an ass, and he's treated
me like a villain, but look at that
baby! It will be twenty years befors
she has to worry about her weight."
I think we'd better be going." Miss
Patty got up and gathered up her
cloak. But If she meant to break up
the party Miss Summers was not
ready-.
"If you don't mind," she said, "I'll
stay. I'm frozen, and I've got to go
home and sleep with my window up.
You're lucky," shs went on to ths
Dlckys. "I dars say the air In hers
would scare us under a microscope,
but at least It Is warm."
The Van Alstynes made a move to
go, but Mr. Dicky frantically gestured
to them not to leave him alone, and
Mrs. Sam sat dowu again sulkily. Mr.
Pierce picked up his cap.
"I'll take you back," he said to Miss
Patty, and his face was fairly glowing.
But Miss Patty slipped her arm
through mine.
"Come, Mlnnlo, Mr. Pierce Is going
to take us," she said.
"I'd—I'd rather go alone," I said.
"Nonsense."
' I'm not ready. I've got to gather
up these dishes," I objected. Out of
the corner of my eye I could see ths
glow dying out of Mr. Pierce's face.
But Miss Patty took my arm and led
me to the door.
"Let them gather up their own dish-
es," she said. "Dolly, you ought to bs
ashamed to let Minnie slave for you
the way she does. Good night, every*
body."
(TO BB CONTtNUKD.)
V
years to get into the wrong room at
night? If I'd wanted to get Into your
room, I'd have found your room, not
Miss Cobb's."
tibs sat up ud pullsd hsr hat
explained, "but try to endurs It until
1 return I'll be on the other slds of
ths flreplacs."
"Well!" she said, and stood staring.
Then she smiled—I guest our facet
were funny.
"May 1 come In?" shs atked, and
without waiting the came in and
closed the door. "You do look coxy!"
she said, ahd shook herself free of
tnow.
Mr. Dick had turned white. He got
up with hit syst on her, and twlcs hs
/
Miss Patty cams to ths fir* and opeusd hla mouth and oouldn't tpsak. wall.
Not Much Light.
Secretary Bryan, at a luchson In
Washington, said of a man who,
through modesty, had declined an Im-
portant and useful office: "So.he wants
to hide hit light under a bushel, ehT
Then perhaps the country It Jutt at
well off without his services." Ths
secretary smiled and added: "When
a man talks of hiding hit light under *
bushel, I usually think that a thlmbl«
would aniWtr ths purposs Just y
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