The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1914-06-20

S Newspaper in Collaboration with Il
Written by Charles Goddard,
the Distinguished Playwright % "The Misleading
Lady, "Ihe Ghost Breaker he Man from the Sea- Etc.

stock Of nervous capital, that my account
at the bank Of physical endurance II over
drawn. nature has called her loans, and you
might say that am = nervous bankrupt"
"An you need II rest" cried Pauline.
"and you will be ~ strong ~ ever"
Well. before rest want to assure
myself about you children. Harry. you
love Pauline. don't your
you bet do. father"
Pauline. you love Harry. don't your
Eyes," answered Pauline slowly.
And you will marry right awayf"
This very minute. II she would let me-"
said Harry.
And you. Pauline!" queraed the old man
Yes. father" for she loved him and
felt toward him 40 IL she were indeed his
daughter; perhaps some time I'll marry
Harry. but not for . year or two. l couldn't
marry him now; 1t wouldn't be right"
Wouldn't be right? Well. I'd like to
know Why not"
Pauline was silent . moment. She hated
to oppose this flne old man. but her will
Harry spoke for her.
"Oh. she wants to SEQ life before she
settles down-wild life, sin and iniquity
battle, murder and sudden death and all
that sort Of stun. don't know Whist has
gotten into women these days. anyway"
Then Polly. prettily. daintily. AZ she did
all things. and with charming little bushes
and hesitations. confessed her secret. In
short, it was her ambition to be . writer
a writer Of something worth while-A great
know life. and to know life one must see
it-see the world. She ended by asking
the two men II this were not 80.
They looked At each other and couGhed
with evident relief It the comparative
harmlessnesB of her Whim.
Yes, Polly" said old man Marvin, -
great writer ought to see life in order to
know what he is writing about. But what
makes you suspect that you have the abil-
ity to even an ordinary writer?"
Marvin sire winked at Marvin son and
Marvil son winked back, for no man IN too
and serious GIRL
Pauline saw tho wink. and her foot
ceased tracing . pattern in the carpet and
stamped on It instead.
'T1l show you what reason I have to
think can write. MY first story has just
been published in the biggest magazine In
the country. have Rad copy OF It lying
around here for days with my story In It.
and nobody has even looked at it."
Out she flashed. and Harry after her.
who appeared in the library doorway.
These two worthless advanced upon the
statue Of Pallas without noticing the
master Of the house sitting behind his big
desk The butler did notice that large
hound from the stable had followed the
The Old Mans Hobby.
That's what one gets for letting out
door servants into the house," muttered
the butler, as he hustled the big dog to the
front door and elected him.
''Is he addressing himself to me or to
the purp. wonder?" asked the gardener.
a tat. good-natured Ir1shman, as he placed
himself In front Of the statue.
He read the name "Pallas." forced his
rusty derby hat down over his ears in imi-
tatton Of the statues helmet, and MINI
licked the pose.
Together they staggered out with their
burden. A moment later they returned.
carrying, with the help of two other men.
tho mummy In its big case. Owen also ar
rived. and Marvin, with the joy of an
Psychologist. grasped a magnifyinE glass
and examined the case
Tho old mans hobby had been Egypt.
his liberal checks had assisted in many
an excavation, and his knowledge Of her
relics was remarkable Inserting q steel
paper cutter In q crack he deity pried
open the upper half of the mummy's front
Beneath lay the mass Of wrAppfngs In
which thousands Of years ago the priests
Of the Nile had s~athed some lady Of
wealth and rank. It was . woman, Marvin
was sure. from the inscriptions ON her
:omb. and he believed her to be princess.
The secretary excused himself and went
to HE room. where his precious morphine
pills were hidden. The old man, left alone
deftly opened the many layers Of cloth
which bound the ancient form. A faint
scent that was almost like a presence
came forth from the unwrapped folds.
Long lost balms they were. ancient spices.
forgotten anticipates Of great race that