Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1921-05-20


cigarettes, as if her own home had
not been a perfect academy of dissi-
nation. The girl sat in d corner. her
eyes covered with her handkerchief
ana the only words she uttered on tne
way home were these: Don't tell
father !"
While this was happening, Mr.. Ba-
ker cOnfided his troubles to Judge
CrOoker in the latter's office. The
Judge heard him through and then
delivered another notable opinion, to
wit: "There are many subjects on
which the Judgment of the average
man is Of little value, but in the mat
ter of bringing up daughter it is apt
to be sound. Also there are many
subjects on which the Judgment OF the
average woman may be trusted, but
in the matter of bringing up daugh-
ter it is apt to be unsound. l say
this, after some forty years Of Observa-
ton"
"What is the reason?" Mr.. Baker
asked.
"Well, daughter has to be pre-
pared to deal with men," the judge
went on. ''The masculine tempera-
ntent is involved in all the critical
problems of her life. Naturally the
average man is pretty we'll Informed
on the subject of men. You have
prospered these late years. You have
been so busy getting rich that YOU
have just used your home to eat and
sleep in. You can't do home any
good by eating and snoring and read
ing paper in it."
MY wife would have her own way
there" said Baker.
"That doesn't alter the fact that YOU
have neglected your home. You have
let things slide. You wore yourself
You were tired when you got home
at night-all in, as they say. The
bank was the main thing with YOU
I repeat that you let things slide at
home and the longer they slide the
faster they slide when they're going
down hill. You can always count on
that in a case Of sliding.
1.-The young have taste for velocity
and often it comes so unaccOuntably
fast that they don't know what to dc
with it, so they're apt to get their
necks broken unless there's some one
to put on the brakes"
Mr.. Emmanuel Baker arose and be
gan to stride up and down the room.
upon my word. judge I don't
know what to do" he exclaimed.
There's only one thing to do. Go
and find the young people and give
them your blessing. If you can dis
cover a spark Of manhood in the fell
low, make the most of it. The chances
are against that, but let us hope for
the best. Above ALL | want you to be
gentle with Pauline. You are more
to blame than she is"
II don't see how I can spare the
time. but I'll have to-" said Baker.
'Time. Fiddesticks :" the judge ex-
claimed. "What a darn fool money
makes of man. You have lost your
sense of proportion, your appreciation
of values. Bill Pritchard used to talk
that way TO me. He has been lying
twenty years in his grave. He hadn't
a minute to spare until one day he fell
dead-then leisure and lots of leisure
it would seem-and the business has
doubled since he quit worrying about
it. My friend, you can not take cent
is different kind of property. 1t
might be a help to you there. Give
plenty of time to this job, and good
luck to you"
The spirit of the Old dead days
spoke in the voice of the judge-spoke
with kindly dignity. It had ever
been the voice of Justice, tempered
with Mercy-the most feared and re-
spected voice in the upper counties.
His grave, smOOth-shaven face, his
kindly gray eyes, his noble brow with
it's crown Of white hair were fitting
accessories of the throne of Justice
and Mercy.
"I'll go this afternoon. Thank you,
judge" said Baker, as he left the
office.
Pauline had announced in her letter
that her husbands name was Herbert
Middleton. Mr.. Baker sent a telegram
to Pauline to apprise her of his arrival
in the morning. 1t was a fatherly
message of love and goodwill. At the
hotel in New York. Mr.. Baker learned
that Mr. and Mrs. Middleton had
checked out the day before. No
body could tell him where they
had gone. One of the men at
the porter's desk told of putting
them in taxicab with their grips
and steamer trunk soon after lunch
con. He didn't know where they went.
Mr.. Bakers telegram was there un-
opened, He called at every hotel desk
in the city, but he could get no trace
of them. He telephoned to Mrs. Baker.
She had heard nothing from Pauline.
In despair, he went to the police de-
partment and told his. story to the