St. Louis Post-Dispatch
August 10, 1910

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os a . The. Man ee me x * ‘Written for the Post-Dispatch i Traits That Make for Success and the Way ne By EMORY J. HAYNES. Copyright, 1910. by the Press Publishing Co. A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. “A. QUEER and unpleasant sensation it is, the confession made to ; ourselves, ‘‘That was done in a moment of weakness.’’ We a have nothinz more to sav. We can offer no excuse, for that is no excuse. Yet we do Pepeat it in thought, with a faint hope that we can soothe our in- dignant self-respect. The Greeks said that even the gods sometimes nodded. There are poor lines in the immortal poem. It is not so much matter if the intellect nods. But if our sense of duty gets sleepy, the will, the equitable faculty, and we yield to a special pleader, there may be &@ wreck, which would shock ourselves even more than our friends. It might almost be said that there is such a thing as lazy morality. _, The moral sense falls into a careless mood that, without in- tending wrong, allows a lapse of fhakes a mis-step with the foot. harm is by no means lessened. honor precisely as a lazy muscle Again that is no excuse and the * The modern strain is so great on the whole human machine that weakness is the universal fo made on him? e. Who is equal to the demands It is no shame to say we cannot keep up, if it is true. But it is a crime to let go right and truth, for the overstrain has no just claim on those qualities. If the load is too heavy we ean truthfully say so and get it lightened. We can give fair and Open warning that our trial is too severe and, in order that we do preserve our integrity, we must be relieved. >’ Moments of weakness are often moments of reacti@n, or relax- ation. Being off duty by right we thoughtlessly lay aside caution as we do our tools. We leave yes and no at home and drift with- out the energy to actively assent to dissent. We let other people manage us and push and pull us about. Then we lay the blame on them. _ he ineonstant workings of appetite and passion expose us. Sometimes very hungry, very thirsty, at other times neither, these and the third appetite also flood and ebb like the tides. high tides, often uncalculated on us off our feet. | Their our personal almanac, may sweep We had the strength, if we could have been warned. The warning of one’s self is about as ‘shrewd an act as we are capable of performing. It beats other people’s warnings a thousand miles. The high average of self-control makes the superior workman. That means a low average of we ak.motnents. Though no man is without them, the fight is too keep the rate low. ’ —_

NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT. “T don't see that Brown's vacation “He hasn’t had a word to say. Evidently he didn’t do anything worth talking about:—Detroit was WHY HE STAYED. Jonah explained his sensation in- side the whale. “It was moving day and I didn’t feel any more uncomfortable than at home,” he cried. Sadly he made his way to the new fiat.—Harper’s Bazar.

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IVE A LOT OF ee eee — —~ MAGAZINE en ae a NS “ ergy a n Serlagess ae ion . z et ee ee ere eye we = ss. BY gto ey ee ae a es en One of them, a neat little woman whom I had met, struggled T “Yes, it’s all right! was the most interesting affair. . being INTERESTED in YOUR HUSBAND'S BUSINESS is one .of. Henry has the deal through;” she said. = pot boiling. For on that depends nearly everything. ee “The trouble with most of our sex,” she went on to say, “is this matter of receiving without knowing WHY, cN,. .' You see I am here away from the hot city, but I know just > +: 24

“Oh, no,” she continued, evidently reading something of my thoughts, “ things he does not tell me. (I don’t seek to know either.) But a: man ~ can tell his wife, if she wants welfare, every side of a transaction, an — nuhatched project, without fear of results. You know it’s a very good law - this one that a wife need not under stress incriminate her husband. wife Eve was made from a rib taken from her spouse surely she part of him in this matter of traveling on the same path. : If our unbelievers scoff at the idea, at least it is symbolic of what — it SHOULD be in this twensieth century. Else woman may cry, e * ~\ > WS « *« “SR as: -* > . \Y: ‘ SS eo BSS SS

“Oh, Willie, what would you do if | was to fall in the water.” “| guess I'd holler, tooi” SKE ANSE KN WSS rate—they exact too much interest. This is USURY and not the law but THE MAN. The history of the everyday teachés that many a CRISIS have been averted if a grain of CONFIDENCE had been planted at the — right time. Of course there must be reverses. Of course a man’s a man _ for ‘a that and MUST meet them and, of course, if he knows there is a willing, ctrong, patient ear to listen the blow is broken by. that sense of SYMPATHY. . fs: Then, sisters dear, we with our intuitive power, what aid we.can give _

little judicious twisting. ‘There is PLEASURE in it too, mind you, we love that! Why, we come to know we.are.a part of it We thinking asset to the scheme, not merely so mach touch-me-not = chattel. - go, when we don that new creation of a dress there is real that we know we have, perchance, helped DIRECT some enérgy getting it. And, too, Henry (manlike) gets real happiness out of cooking from the new gas range, the mets" ot whitch he had at length with her. tame ’ Confidence, then, is one of the secrets of the happy marriage. who invites it enjoys the confidence game. It is no “con” game, e No, indeed! It often “takes you in”—out of the rain. =~ It makes us: —

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he Thing’s the Play + BING acquainted with a newspaper reporter who had a couple of free passes, I got to see the performance a few nights ago at one of the popular vaudeville houses. One of the numbers was a vidlin solo by a striking-looking man t much past 40, but with very gray fick hair. Not being afflicted wit aste for music, I let the system of noises drift past my ears while I re- Sarded the man. “There was a story about that chap ‘month or two ago,” said the report- . “They gave me the assignment. wae to run a column and was to be on the extremely light and joking order. The old man seems to like he funny touch I give to local hap- » Oh, yes, I'm worikng on a comedy now. Well, I went down house and got all the defaiis; nly fell down on that job. k and turned in a comic East Side funeral in- write- of an ‘ptead. Wh ? Oh, I couldn’t seem to or pele of it with my funny hooks, Ww. Maybe you could make a e-act out of it for a cur- jsin-raleer af give you the de- After he the performance my friend, spe , Tecited to me the facts t ursburger. see no reason,” gaid I, when he “why that shouldn't rattling good funny story. people couldn't have act- in a more, urd and preposter- manner if they had been real act- in a real theater. I’m really that all the sta is a world, yhow, and all the peayers merely , and women. ‘The thing’s the ’ is th Shak- a © way I quote Mr. £ " said the reporter. "| San said I; and I did, to show how pe could have made a hu- | n of it far his pager: stands a house near Abing- ® ground floor been for 25 years a little Where toys and notions and @re sold. wtat 1 One nig a0 yeare ago there was Weeding in the rooms above the store. it “y hier H io tore er daughter Helen ed to Frank a utte But your eye ’ nny nm the story t race jk won, a congratulat- ony Helen ran up- on Was in a traveling dress. were going to Old week. Ww an

and intelligence had explain. which must preced the curtain again. escape, and into her room jumps the mad and infatuated John Delaney, with a damp curl drooping upon his forehead, and made violent and repre- hensible love to his lost one, entreat- ing her to flee or fly with him to the Riviera, or the Bronx, or any old place where there are Italian skies and dolce far niente. It would have carried Blaney off his feet to see Helen repulse him. With blazing and scornful eyes she fairly withered him by demanding whatever he meant by speaking to re- spectable people that way. In a few moments she had him go- ing. The manliness that had pos- sessed him departed. He bowed low, and said something about “irresist- ible impulse” and “forever carry in his heart the memory of’— and she Suggested that he catch the first fire- escape going down. “T will > nls said John Delaney, “to the furthermost parts of the earth. I cannot remain near you and know that you are another's. I will go to Africa, and there amid other scenes strive to for”’—— “For goodness sake, get out,” said Helen. “Somebody might come in.” He knelt upon one knee, and she extended him one white hand that he might give it a farewell ‘kiss. Girls, was this choice boon of the Sregt little god Cupid ever vouch- safed you—to have the fellow you want hard and fast, and have the one you png A want come with a damp curl on his forehead and kneel to you and babble of Africa and love which, in spite of everything, shall forever bloom, an amaranth, in his heart? To know your power, and to feel the sweet security of your own happy state; to send the unlucky one, Seenke. en-hearted, to foreign climes, while you congratulate yourself as. he resses his last kiss upon your nuckles, that your nails are well manicured—say, giris, it’s salluptious — i B i ‘ A Story of the Footlights

My life before that is a blank to me. Lhey told me that I was found ly- ing in the street with a' wound on my head and was brought there in an ambulance. They thought I must have fallen and struck my head upon the stones. There was nothing to show who I was. ,I have never been able to remember. After I was discharged from the hospital, I took up the vio- lin. I have had success. Mrs. Barry —It do not know your name except that—I love you; the first time i saw you I realized that you were the “ne. woman in the world for me—and”’—. oh, a lot of stuff like that. Helen felt. young again. First a} wave of pride and a sweet little thrill of vanity went all over her; and then she looked Ramonti in the eyes, and a tremendous throb went through her heart. She hadn't expected that throb. It took her by surprise. The musi- clan had become a big factor in her _ and she hadn’t been aware of

“Mr. Ramonti,” she said sorrowful- ly (this was not on the stage, re- member; it was in the old home near Abingdon Square), “I’m awfully sor- ry, but I’m a married woman.” And then she told him the sad story of her life, as a heroine must do, sooner or later, either to a theatrical manager or to a reporter. Ramonti took her hand, bowed low and kissed it, and went up to his yoom., Helen sat down and looked mourn- fully at her hand. Well she might, Three suitors had kissed it, mounted their red roan steeds and ridden away. In an hour entered the mysterious stranger with the haunting eyes. Helen was in the willow rocker, kuit- ting a useless thing in cotton-wool. He ricoched from the stairs and stopped for a chat. Sitting across the table from her, he also poured out his narrative of love. And then he “Helen, do you not remember me? I think I have seen it in your eyes. Can you forgive the past and remember the love that has lasted for 20 years? I wronged you deeply—l was afraid to come back to you-—but my love overpowered my reason. n you, will you, forgive me?” Helen stood up. The. mysterious stranger held one of her hands in @ strong and trembling c . There she stood, and ity the eee that it has not acquired a scene eaid: ike that and her emotions to por-/| tray. or she stood with a divided heart. The fresh, unforgettable, virginal love for her bridegroom was hers; the treasured, sacred, ho ed mem- ory, her first choice Ned with something eise—a ia:.-, uller, nearer influence. And so the ht : “new. And while she hesitated, from the room above came soft, rackingz, itionary music of a «lin m witches some of the he ¢. one’s sleeve without injury, ot who- nor filled half her was mad with jealousy. On a dark street I struck him down. not ris had struck a stone. l was mad with love and I hid nearby and saw an to Kil) jealous ambula ++ By O. Henry I examined him. I did e. fim, y. nee take him away. you marrieq him, Helen’ ‘Who are you?” cried the woman, with wideopen eyes, hand away. “Don best? t the one w can forgive” But she was gone, leaping, stumb- ling, h toward the music and him who had | forgotten, but who had known her for his in each of his two existences, and as she climbed wu erled and san “Frank! Three Hs, shoes.” nal.

“Overshoes? Shucks! buy tires.”—Louisville Courier-Jour- urrying, flying u rank! Frank!” and my friend, snatching her ey remember me, Helen— © has always loved you the Il am John Delaney. p she sobbed, ortals thus juggling with ne My as though they were a the reporter, couldn't see anything funny in it! LS Se 8 EE ULTIMATE CONSUMER. “Rubber is going up.” “Yes, and I’ve got tb buy over- I’ve got to First in the war of KNOWLEDGE, first in the peace of UNDERST. RST ING, and first in THE heart of THE MAN. ae THINGS WORTH K “WE onion has been so. long in AB cultivation that its original form is not definitely known. There are so-called wild onions that grow in the woods. Nobody ever tastes them but once, and there is about the taste no suggestion that cultivated “or anything else could ever make them grateful to the palate. In all probability the onion is a native of western and adjacent parts of Africa, since it is mentioned in old Egyptian writings and the Pentateuch. \ —_—--_ Experiments made | Swedish railways in # ard to the possibility of employin peat as a fuel for locomotives of Various types have not given the results which svere hoped for. On the contrary, they show that the locomotives now in use are not suitable for the employment of peat, unless this is mixed with a large proportion of other fuel. In consquence of these results the engineers of the Swedish i Government railways are engaged in

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