The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1910-03-05
WEDNESDAY,.

duck. Jim may laugh. but we can't
AT The Globe Office, in Atchison
where Eugene is employel as re-
porter, the following story is told: One
evening he was called to the telephone
booth, and evidently he was told that
he was expected up at his home fol-
dinner. He evidently accepted and
keeping the engagement. Then some
thing occurred to him. He went hur-
riedly into the telephone booth, called
up his home number and bawled:
''Is Mattel to be there? ~
Evidently the reply was that his
sister was to be present, for he went
into the lavatory and scrubbed and
scrubbed and scrubbed his hands. He
is % years old, but still remembers
how his dirty hands have been talked
about
Now that I am about to close these
notes, am conscious that they have
not been very good. Therefore I will
tell the reader a secret I had thought
to take with me to my grave: I have
really written an occasional good thing
while away, but Miss Garside, the as
sistant editor and copy reader of the
Globe, is Jealous of me, and has cut
every good thing out. She has done it
before. I make this explanation not
only for these notes, but for much 9TH
er dullnesS on my part in the past.
Miss Garside has worked for me %
years, but am afraid of her, as I am
afraid of all other women. recall that
one day during my present journey, 1
became very lazy, and resolved to write
no notes that day. But thought up an
explanation for Miss Garside: I re-
solved to tell her had written as usual
that day, but that the postoffice de-
partment failed to deliver it; to put it
on Jim Chisham, the postmaster. And
I suppose the circumstances that 1 am
usually in full retreat, with an angry
woman only a few feet behind, is ex-
planned by this habit Of mine of max
ing up STORIES" since they always find
me out.
And while on the subject of women.
let me add that greatly admire them
although it has been said that I pick at
them. There is an infinite variety
among women that always interests
me.
you are called a woman hater." a
Weston woman said to me; why are
all these women following your"
They were, following me because 1
like women better than I like men.
Women are always more agreeable
than men. I don't care much what
people say behind my back, If they are
agreeable to my face. Heaven knows
but those who know me like me better
than those who hear about me.
1 will illustrate what mean by the
statement that women are different"
from men. One day, at Nassau, Mattel
and Isabel Walker went to lunch, at
the big Colonial hotel. 1 do not eat
lunch, so I went down town on an err
rand. Returning. 1 waited on the
veranda a full hour and a half for the
girls to complete their lunch. Then,
when they didn't appear, went riding,
alone: 1 had planned to take them
with me. And when I met them again,
they were shocked in mild, lady-like
hot 117sf al m n1IT
and a half without becoming provoked.
When anyone is waiting for me, can
eat meal in ten minutes; and would
be uncomfortable during the ten min
utes because of the knowledge that
some one was waiting for me. A man
has something to do, and, If he doesn't
do it, at least worries because of his
shiftlessness, but women can frivol
without minding it or apologizing-
expect that MateePS Successor will pay
some attention to my habits, and not
expect me to wait when I hate waiting.
But Mattel says her Successor will not
be any more satisfactory than she has
been: that her Successor is already
casting sleeps eyes at Wesley Blair,
and forgetting me.
If 1 have not mentioned it before,
will say here that in the tropics, the
sky at night looks strange. I noticed
the other night that the Milky Way
was in a different place. and I could
not see half as much of it as can see
at home. Consultations may be seen
in the tropics-including the Southern
Cross-that cannot be seen at home.
owing to the dip in the earth, which is
something like foot in every mile.
Friday. February Is.
When 1 awoke this morning, we were
off Cape Hatteras, and the weather
outside was the winter weather I have
been accustomed to. For four weeks
we have been where the winter wealth.
er attracts tourists: today we are rap
idly approaching country where the
winter weather is good for corn and
wheat farming.
Cape Hatteras has been referred to
as the graveyard of ships, and the
weather is usually stormy, but not as
stormy as returning travellers tell about.
to aStonish their neighbors. The ship
rolled good deal during the night, and
there is rain and fog this morning, but
we are rather comfortable.
in overcoats. During the breakfast
hour, the ships engines stopped for
awhile, and the sailors took soundings,
ahead again at full speed. The officers
promise us that We should be tied up
at the dock in New York by IL a. m.
tomorrow.
When 1 went into the smoking room
after breakfast, the passengers were
calling for steam heat. The therrnome-
ter has been falling steadily, and the
decks are almost deserted. Day before
yesterday. We were among fruits and
flowers at Nassau.
Does a "trip" pay? A traveller sell
dom sees as wonderful things as he
claims to his neighbors, nor does he
ever have as good a time as he ex-
pected, but absence from his ordinary