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El Mundo. [volume] (San Juan, P.R.) 1919-1990, 1920-02-24

PUERTO RICo.-EI episodio 13 de
FL Peligro de un Secreto, y la insupe-
rable production EN- cinco reels por
Norma Talmadge, Ell REcURso sU-
PREMo.
El Mundo. [volume] (San Juan, P.R.) 1919-1990, 1920-02-24

IMPERIAL.-Willi Duncan en- la
gran production La Lucha por los Mi
Homes. y una chistosa comedia.
El Mundo. [volume] (San Juan, P.R.) 1919-1990, 1920-02-24
Estudios Teosoficos

Quien estuyiese interesado, su
plicamos dirijirse al senor A. j.
PLARD, Cristo 5 0 P. O. Box 696,
San Juan, l. Il. Advt.
El Mundo. [volume] (San Juan, P.R.) 1919-1990, 1920-02-24
BELIoGRAPH
Clara

BELIoGRAPH, (Catano).- Clara
Kimball Young en- la herniosa cinta Ell
Jtinco reels NILDA, 2 una comedk:
El Mundo. [volume] (San Juan, P.R.) 1919-1990, 1920-02-24
Mas telegramas

= MADRID, febrero q. Segtin
sos peri6dicos, EN- la reunion cele-
brada por el Consejo de Minis
sros, due terfnind a media noche,
8u6 estudiada la situaci6n politi-
sca poe .el5 Geabinete La prensa
Afrm3 que la crisis ministerial Sc
&resentara hoy.
" PARIS. 23.-Ha habido crisis
barcial en- 81 gabmete de Serbia.
Trombitch conservara ell mmiste-
'fio de Relaciones EXteriores.
n PARIS, 23.- Seg1n el peri6dico
's lie Matin", no es dudoso Que ell
sutton permanezca en- Constanti-
popla a pesdr 9e Ia viva oposl-
Zion que le hacen algunos politi-
3 tos imgleses.
X PARIS, o. I'll corresponsal de
X lie Temps en- Londres asegura
nue Ia Delegation hingara es cs-
pcrada ALI Ell ell curse Gle la sema-
Ia pr6xima. Creese que la con-
8erencia Sc proIongara. hasta fin
de MARIO. Segdn fnformes oficia-
les procedentes de Paris, Ia nota
El Mundo. [volume] (San Juan, P.R.) 1919-1990, 1920-02-24
ESPECTAGULOS
SAN JUAN

RIALTo-Presenta la genial in.
terprete dc tragcdias Fannie Ward,
en- la cinta de intense interfs drama
tico AL NIVEL; la comedia Mas Di-
nero que Manerss. la Revista Ora
flea No. IL.
LuNA.-El monumental drama en- Z
parties NUBE QUE PAsA por la incom-
parable actFiz Geraldine Farrar.
TRES BANDERAS.-Estreno de la
sensational cinta en- seis parties FAS-
CINACIoN DE La PREZA y una Gin
ta c6miea. Programa de Luxe.
The American Jewish world. [volume] (Minneapolis ;) 1915-current, 1920-06-11
FLOOR SURFACING COMPANY
DOES EXPERT WORK.

Many a housewife in viewing her
home during or after house-cleaning
time has finally decided that some part
of the home needs outside attention.
Usually it is the floors that have stood
the most wear from the snow and
rain. A scraping, sanding or polish
ing of the floors would just complete
a thorough renovating Of the home.
The Leren Floor Surfacing Company,
with Offices at 542 Builders Exchange
Building, will make the floors look
like new. A crew Of expert workmen,
who do nothing but expert floor finish
ing, are part Of the staff. A telephone
call will bring one of the expert work
men to your door and he will give an
estimate on scraping, sanding and pol
ishing your floor. 1t will behoove our
readers, who are contemplating to
have their floors attended to, by call
ing the Leren Floor Surfacing Com
pany, Main 1888 or Auto. "a 815.
The American Jewish world. [volume] (Minneapolis ;) 1915-current, 1920-06-11
FOREIGN EXCHANGE DEALERS
OPEN NEW OFFICES

Mr.. Harold H. Naftalin, associated
with Kemerer & Company, dealers in
foreign securities and exchange at
461s South Sixth Street, announces
the opening of offices at 1917 Pioneer
Building, st. Paul. The company is
extending it's field throughout the
Northwest with branch offices at Du-
luth and Des Moines, Iowa, where
they will render efficient service to
investors interested in foreign securi-
ties and especially German bonds and
marks.
The American Jewish world. [volume] (Minneapolis ;) 1915-current, 1920-06-11
TO HOLD FLAG RALLY.

A general invitation to all is being
extended by the Daughters of the
American Revolution for the grand
flag rally. This flag day celebration
will be held at Fort Smelling on Mon
day, June IA, at o'clock.
The American Jewish world. [volume] (Minneapolis ;) 1915-current, 1920-06-11
THE AMERICAN JEWIsH WORLD

women's division of the suffrage pick
cts, who assailed prejudices of ma
tional Republican delegates against
the suffrage amendment. Miss Bresky
practices law here.
The American Jewish world. [volume] (Minneapolis ;) 1915-current, 1920-06-11

Vienna.-Carl Mirkest and
Wilhelm Rechlin, both postal en-
ployes at the South Station, were
recently caught in their effort to
get away with number of pack
ages containing American mail.
1t has, since been learned that
within recent months great guam
titles of American mail disap-
peared. 1t is understood that the
thieves were looking for Ameri-
can money.
The American Jewish world. [volume] (Minneapolis ;) 1915-current, 1920-06-11
TURKEY ms TIT u 7 E S
MATRIMONIAL REFORMS.

London.-The Constantinople
correspondent Of the London
DAILY Telegraph" reports that
Turkey has adopted new meas
ures governing the legal side OF
natrimony. In future Turkish
subject will be able to marry only
four wives. A woman will have
the right to stipulate that she
should be the only wife. If the
prospective husband agrees to
such an arrangement he will not
be able to marry another until he
has divorced the first.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-07-24
Wanted--- Something Romantic

Tom Phipps-Tom Phipps!" Con stance scorned. q don't like the name to begin with, and I'll die in the poor house before marry htm!"
 Then one day she discovered some thing. One of the flying objects was not 8 gull at all. It was an airplane- which thrilled her to the ends of her romantic toes. And it was headed for shore, which excited her still more.
 Nearer and nearer came the plane, straight in from the sea. It was so close now she could hear the drum of its engine, the quick staccato beats growing louder every instant. Now it was overhead only hundred yards or so up. Constance watched it, fas- cinated.
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shoulder. See? But got along pret- ty well. It was only my left arm."
 And that's why you" Anstiss paused. She could not go on with what she had started to say.
 But quickly he seemed to read her thoughts. "No; that isn't why I'm begging. There's lots of things one armed man can do. and I've been do- ing them for years, ever since I lost my arm." His blue eyes twinkled. I'm out on little vacation now, go- ing round among the places I used to know when was boy. So far not a souls known me. And they mostly buy my needles, too. There's lots of worse things than being a beggar, miss" -s
 "Yes, there are," Anstiss sighed. She looked at the dying bonfire unconsci- ous of the fact that mans blue eyes, grown suddenly keen, were scrutiniz- ing her.
 Burning up old keepsakes. 1ady?" he queried. Well. I don't know but that's good way to do with things when you've done with them. But I was never one to do so. got pie ture in my pocket I've carried for nigh score of years, and shall carry
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till I die. I'd beg round the world for the chance of seeing her face again. And suppose maybe she made bonfire of my picture long ago. Women can't hold to an idea the way men can, someway."
 Anstiss turned on him. Beggar or no beggar, he must be put right. You don't know what you are talking about" she said f1ercely. Women do hold to an idea But what's the use? When they're bound down by circum- stances, and have a conscience, they keep their feelings to themselves. And then after twenty years or so they make bonfire and try to face the flu ture without a heartache-if they can"
 "So!" said the beggar. He looked at the package of needles in his hand, then held it out to her. Take it," he said, and his eyes twinkled more than ever. An sew you a new dress and apron with them. And before I go I want you to take look at her pie ture." From an inner pocket he drew the little c1asped case and laid it in her hand. Anstiss opened it and look ed upon her own young face. Even after seventeen years I couldn't make
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-07-24
The Awakening of Mabel

hateful name fitted her, after all. And she determined to sift the matter to the bottom.
 Mabel was always a lover of ch1l- dren. When her small nephews and nieces began to arrive. she became their instant adorer and slave. Of course they loved her in return, and gradually in all three homes there was anincreasing demand for "Auntfe Ma bel" No one thought up such clever games, no one had such funny stories to tell, with dancing and singing all mixed in, she was dependable when there was sickness, she invariably took charge of the families when the parents wanted to get away on real good rest, and she was good cheery soul to. have about at any time. Oh, Mabel was always 8 welcome visitor
 Freddy's remark recalled chilly re- proofs from various friends.
 When Mabel failed for the third time, that very month. to join some of her college friends for their annual hike in the Adirondacks, Betty Smythe had said You know, Mabel, we shall get tired of asking you by and by. It seems to me that every time you've been scheduled for something particu-
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sound a bit more cruel. when 1t came, "a back number, and mother laughed and said. poor old Mabe. that just de- scribes her."
 The cold drink vendors now spied prospective customers, and waving their hats to arrest the progress of some automobilists, shouted, Nice cold lemonade, five cents glass" They did thriving business for the next two hours and soon forget their discussion, but not so the un1ntention- al eavesdropper.
 Mabel Osgood's cheeks famed. and tears stood in her eyes.
 Was she back number? If this were true-who had made her so7
 When her only brother and her two sisters had married she was 23. just out of college; athletic, musical: so wide awake and laughing that she was the life of every social gathering. That was nine years ago.
 "Am the life of society events to- day?" And she laughed derisive1y at her own question.
 As she went on and on summing up evidence as to whether the verdict she had heard quoted was just or not, she began to see that perhaps the
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every hindrance, like a candle flame burning brighter in every draft. It was her own hand that had at last extinguished the candle flame. What was the use of having 1t burn longer? There were her bed-ridden mother and her dead sisters little daughter to be cared for. How could she marry 8 man poorer than herself and inf1ict 50 great a burden upon him? They had parted quite calmly. He went away and she stayed at her post. She had her memories and her drawerful of mementos and she made them do for seventeen years. In the meantime her useless, Hfe-weary mother died and the little Anstiss grew up and married very well. Anstiss was free. But freedom had come too late.
 So now on this, her fortteth birth day. she was submitting the material portion of her dear romance to the flames. By so doing. she hoped to ad- just herself mentally to the new con- ditions of her life, which were yet the old conditions. only without the saw ing grace of hope, He had gone at her word-gone never to come back She had known 1t would be so when she sent him away. Yet for seventeen
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-07-24

marriage. You are old enough now to think of a husband, but not old enough to think of a suitable one. You are TO- nlantc and sentimental, which, of course, is as it should be-a girl ought to be that-and if you had parent should never worry about 1t nor take the step I now consider necessary for your welfare. Unless I do you'll like ly marry some one for his eyes or his voice or his uniform, and not consider the rest of him. Then swhen it's too late you'll be sorry.
 "So I've undertaken to pick your husband, Connie, and MT. Travers, my lawyer, will arrange tha, you nee, him. His name is Tom Phipps, and he's dandy. nice A No. I fellow
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lar1y interesting, for, the past five years, some of your young relatives have been teething or measling, or scarlet fevering, or the land knows what, just at the moment we most wanted you. And pretty soon you will be left out of our plans, for what's the use? You are always needed as a nurse or housekeeper, or entertainer at Ned's, or Bertha's or Laura's."
 It hurt, oh, 1t did hurt. when she realized how completely she'd shut herself off from her former sports, out ings and friends, only to be dubbed 8 back number.
 The next day Mabel announced that she was called to New York on busi- ness. Bertha appeared rather injured that her sister should take just this time to go. You know I was plan ming to run down to Bar Harbor for the week end-but perhaps you'll be right back. Is it business that will take only day or two?"
 Mabel shook her head. "No, she fancied she might be away some weeks"
 Mot weeks, Mabel, surely you don't forget that the 31st is the date on which we three couples take the mo-
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-07-24
By Elsie Endicott

my society-you had 50 many excuses for turning down all my invitations. And you sort of lost your sprightli- ness." He added perplexedly. Then how you b1ossomed out!" =---.====-4= .--=--=s=--4==
 Mabel told of the conversation shs had overheard, and how 1t had hurt her feelings "1 decided to try anoth- CT life for awhile"
 "But, my dear girl. aren't you, after all, going to settle right back in the same di1emma-become again q back number-by marrying me, wfdowef eight years your senior with child to take care of in the bargain? And he looked bit troubled
 ~ Why. you dear old goose. can't you see that it was simply vanity on my part? I only wanted to show them that could really be as up to date as any of them, If took the time and opportunity" And, with . peal Of laughter, she added, "To tell the truth, I was terribly lonely for tho small folks. I am but 8 poor imitation of . social butterfly. I'd rather have . child on my knee than my feet in . stirrup, or my hand on . tennis
 racquet"
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tor trip up through the Berkshires!"
 Still Mabel could not set the date of her return.
 Laura telephoned that evening rath- CT petulantly.
 Ned, who was always for temporiz- ing, said "Oh. don't get in such a frenzy. She'll be back in no time. She can't keep away from the chill dren." @
 But Mabels stay heightened into months.
 When Betty Smythe returned from shopping tour in New York she brought back the news that Mabel Aunt Mabe1-was really going the pace" She laughed when Bertha de handed what she meant. Why, l mean nothing more than that she is getting to look and appear like her cid self Her gowns make people look twice, and she is dancing, riding horseback. golfing and growing hand some every day of her life tell you, Bertha" and Betty laughed bit ma nciously, Mabel is the most fetching up-to-date creature you've seen in many moons!"
 Betty also quoted Mabel to John
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-07-24
The Return of the Lost

years she had dreamed of his return.
 His face 1eaped from the holocaust, his happy, smooth, young face stirring with a smile as the flames licked it. She shivered and turned her eyes; catching a glimpse of words starting forth upon a shriveling page. Always true"
 A breeze came flirting across the garden and pounded upon the bonfire. The loose papers scattered into a swirl. One blow against Anstiss' cali co skirt. In an instant she was on fire. There was a shout and man hurled himself across the yard toward her.. He flung her upon the damp earth, snatched off his coat and cov- cred her with it. The flames died im- mediately, and she rose soiled and blackened.s with her skirt and apron in fdnges.
 The man was getting into his clean but shabby coat as best he could with one arm. The other arm was gone at his shoulder. Anstiss put out her hand and helped him. Thank you, lady" he said.
 "No," Anstiss said. Her breath was coming back. Thank you a thousand times over. You saved me from being
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-07-24
Showing Her Character

things for the children, perhaps, but scarcely anything for herself.
 For the first time alI day she re- membered her husband. She felt a tiny prickling guilt. He had been looking so tired and serious for a few days that she had been glad when he had gone away on busi- ness yesterday. He needed a change. She wondered eagerly what he would bring her. Last time 1t had been a diamond cluster ring. She had rings enough. but she did want a new huff sable preferably. Probably he would bring her the huff: he never forgot any hint of hers. And she had not got him thing in Benningsburgh.
 She had had six careless, pleasant years with him. Hers was the finest house in town, the finest car, the finest clothing. And she was the most beau
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will be at the station to meet me, of course"
 "I don't expect Edmund, even if he has returned" Chrystal replied. But there1l be the car. I'll take you home." A moment later she said. There's our car! and Ryan! Come, my dear"
 And there's Tom!" cried Mrs. Ha- zen. Chrysta1 went to the car and left them to follow slowly. "Mr. Paige home?" she asked the chauffeur.
 He came this morning. He's not well, think. He's been at home all day."
 Tits his stomach" Chrystal thought. "He ought to doctor for 1t. but he won't"
 She left the Hazens at their door and sped to her home. She entered from the porte cochere, started up stairs and then turned toward the door
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-07-24
By Phil Moore

bonfire of that, Anshss," the beggar said.
 She gave him a wild look and know, him. Emmett" she gasped.
 He patted her shoulder gentfy. There. there, Anstiss." he said. ten- derly. You see it wouldn't have done for me to come back on you unawares any other way, and knew it. Besides, I wanted to see how you'd receive mo minus one arm. It has taken me years to get up courage to come back to you, loving you though I did all the while"
 "I'd given Up hope," Anstiss whisp- cred "Oh, Pm so glad you've come back. Beggar or no beggar, you're Emmett Hall to me and always will be-"
 The twinkle in his blue eyes was ob- scured by tears. There nowi" he cried, and his voice shook. eff was a beggar I'd be rich enough after those words. But I'm no beggar. girl. Look!" He thrust a bank book into her hands.
 But Anstiss never looked at tho re- gently drawn balance, the figures of which might have made any woman glad. She was looking at him, and her face was very joyful. -r
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on her right. It led into Edmund's study and he would be there. of course.
 He was there. He lay on the couch with his face to the wall and his arm over his head. She felt an instant's alarm. He must be really i'll! "Dear!" she said. She went to him, bent over him and tried to move him. "Dear!" she said again. And then she saw his face. It had a look that frightened her. Edmund! Why didn't you have them call the doctor?" she cried. x
 He shook his head. Mine isn't a case for the doctor, Chrystal."
 What do you mean?"
 He sat up wearily and rubbed his head. Never mind now. I'll tell you later" I
 She sat down beside him. "Tel1 me
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~ HE had been in the city all day shopping with Mrs. Hazer-
 They had talked about the trip for three weeks, but the weather had hindered. Then came a succession of mild. bright days, and they seized upon one for their purpose. Chrystal had arisen at o'clock, and at 7:30 she sat in her car at Mrs. Hazen's door.
 It had been the usual day. Chrystal had bought two hats and three gowns at MacNamara's, luncheon at the Geor- giana, gone to the matinee, shopped a little more. had cup of tea and bowl ed to the station in a taxi. Her head ached, but she was not worn out like Mrs. Hazen, who looked pale with fla tigue as she leaned her head against the cushions. And yet Mrs. Hazen had bought almost nothing at ala few
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now! I must know. Oh, Edmund you can't be ill! I can bear anything but that
 Can your" he muttered.
 "Anything!" Chrysta1 said. She put her arms about him and drew him to- ward her. She had never seen him like this, and she was moved to ex- quisite tenderness.
 You'd not rather I'd lose my mon ey?"
 "A thousand times rather"
 He drew a long breath. That's it, Chrystal. I've lost about everything. stocks went down yesterday to the bot tom I guessed wrong for the first time in my career"
 I'm sorry," he said, wistfully. 'I'd rather have died. But, of course, I can begin over again. Lots of men do. I'm only forty-three. If you'll
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Rodgers, the wealthy young widowcr. who was onsidered the greatest catch in town. He had paid marked atten- ton to Mabel, for some time. but as she grew buster and buster with the nteces and nephews, he gradually invited oth CT, freer girls to accompany him to places of amusement. Still he did not marry.
 In New York, however, John Rodg- CTS found Mabel very different per son. While business kept him. there some weeks what more natural thing could happen than his asking her to attend theaters, operas, dinners, etc.? She was at liberty to go, always lively. and fault1essIy gowned. She knew just what he ought to buy to carry back to his small daughter, and en- tered interestedly into his discussions about the chi1d's education. He found her so exactly to his liking that when he returned home Mabel was wearing an engagement ring.
 Mabel" asked John Rodgers, few weeks before their marriage, T have often wondered just why such a change came over you altof a sudden After liking you tremendously it all at once seemed to me that you did not care foi
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~ UNIT MABEL had just gone A back to her stitching in the
 sewing room after having been up and down over the stairs for at least 20 times, that afternoon. <,
 Before sitting down at the sewing maehine she stepped to the window, to make sure that the boys had moved their lemonade stand into the shady spot she had recommended, when she heard neighbor Gray's 6-year-old Bob by say Freddy, isn't your Aunt Ma bel good to us7 think she is awful ly pretty. too"
 She's good," responded Freddy, ju- diciously, "but she isn't pretty. You ought to have seen my mother when she and father started for the races this morning. Father whistled when he looked at her, and said. Well. gir- lie. my wife Is the handsomest woman ever sawi'"
 "But. Freddy" persisted the loyal Bobby. eft is always your aunt that stops to help us fix things. She's nev- CT too busy to bother"
 You bet she's good, but father said the other day that she was a-a"-and the pause Freddy made while he tried to recall the phrase only caused 1t to
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-07-24
By Joella Johnson

Constance read it twice, petrif1ed. By that time the airman had turned and was headed out to sea again to- ward a newly established government aviation base.
 Thomas Redfield Phipps! Tommy Redfeld she'd always played with! She was puzzled over the last name until she remembered that an English uncle had died and requested him to take the family name, as he was the last of the line. That accounted for 1t.
 To think of it! Tommy Redfield coming after her in flying machine Could anything be more romantic?
 After all, that is all that concerns us except 3 telegram and a letter that