South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1920-10-17

give you my idea. Up for bigamy
Sow there WAS the far blonde I'm
Saint Jo. and the panateIa bru-
net-e 20 Skillet Ridge and he gold
tooth down in the Kaw valley. Red
ruth gets his cases mixed. and they
send him up D. road. He get out
after they through with him, and
Says Amy line for me except the
criuO'iue The hermit trade is not
ovcrdone, and the stenOEraphers
never apply 10 'em for work The
jolly hermits life for me. 40 more
long hairs 3n the comb or dill
pickles lying around in the cigar
tray You tell me they pinched old
Redruth for the noodle villa jTst be-
cause he said he was King Solo
mon2 Figs. He was Solomon.
That's all Of mine I guess il don't
cali for any apples. Enclosed find
stamps. To don't sound much Ike
prize winner
Respecting the structure laid by
Judge Menefce against comments
upon the stories. all were silent
when the passenger who was no
body I'm particular had concluded.
And then the ingenious originator
Of the contest cleared his throat 20
prize. Though seated with small
comfort upon the floor. you might
search i'm vain for any abatement Of
dignity I'm Judge Menefee The now
diminishing freight played softly
upon his face, as clearly chiselled
as a Roman emperor's on some old
coin and upon the thick waves of
his honorable gray hair.
"A womaus heartT' ne began. in
even but thrilling tones-"who can
hope 20 fathom it, The ways and
desires Of men are various / think
that the hearts OF all women beat
with the same rhythm, and 70 the
same old tune of love. Love. 20 a
woman. means sacrifice. If she be
worthy OF the name, no gold or
+ rank will outweigh with her a gem
uine devotion.
/ Gentlemen of the-er-I should
| say. my friends. the case OF Red
ruth versus love and affection has
, been called. Yet, who is on trial2
I Not Redruth. for he has been pun
I ished. Not those immortal passions
/ that clothe our lives with the JOY OF
/ of us here tonight stands at the bar
/ of us here onight stands at the bar
/ if Chivalry or darkness inhabits his
]
I kind i'm the form Of one Of its fair
/ est flowers In her hand she holds
\ the prize. intrinsically insignificant,
but worthy of our noblest efforts to
+ win as a guerdon of approval from
so worthy a representative Of fem
+ mine judgment and taste.
I'm taking up the imaginary his
/ tory of Redruth and the fair being
\ 10 whom he gave his heart, I must,
/ in the beginning. raise my voice
against the unworthy insiuuation
I that the selfishness or perfdity or
/ love of luxury of any woman drove
/ him 10 renounCe the world. I have
/ not found woman to be so unspirit-
ual or venal We must seek else
/ where among mans haser nature
/ and lower motives for the cause.
There was. in all probability a
| lovers quarrel as they stood at the
/ gate on that memorable day. Tor
\ mented by jealousy young Redruth
. vanished from his native haunts.
! But had he just cause to do so?
/ There is no evidence for or against.
/ But there is som ething higher than
/ evidence; there is the grand, eternal
+ belief in wOman's goodness, in her
/ steadfastness against temptation. i'm
J her loyalty even in the face of prof
! fered riches.
Il picture to myself the rash lover.
wandering. self-tortured. about the
world. I picture his gradual descent.
and, finally, his complete despair
when ne realizes that he has lost the
most precious gift life had to offer
him Then his withdrawal from the
world Of sorrow and the subsequent
arrangement of his faculties be
comes intelligible.
But what do I seen on the other
hand? A lonely woman fading away
as the years roll by; still fa thful,
still waiting, still watching for a
form and listening for q step that
will come no more. She is old now
Her hair is white and smoothly
banded Each day she sits at the
door and gazes longingIy down the
dusty road. In spirit she is waiting