The Newark Journal.
O. F. CRAIG, Editor.
NEWA RK- , ARKANSAS.
CUPID WINS OUT.
TWO MORE BACHEl.ORS CONVERT
ED TO MATltlNlONN.
“Very well, the girl proposition,
then, if you won't talk of more in
teresting things,” issued from the
depths of a comfortable chair in a
bachelor apartment house in
Washington Square recently.
“Let me’start with an experience
last Sunday/’
“With a girl?” queried the sec
ond voice.
“No. With a baby. If begins
with the father, then the mother,
and gets down 1 o tla* ki *.
“Jimmy Keeves,” the first voice
continued, “was a man that 1 ac
tually loved. We went up the col
lege hill together, entered the
same fraternity, roomed together,
borrowed, spent, drank and at'*
together. What he did 1 did; whom
he owed I owed; what he bought I
used, and all t In* rest.
“Then we came here and it was
the same thing over again nearly,
with the big ttees in front, a loan
. tain, lily pond and the grass to
< look at through the old yellow silk
curtains. I was as sure as I am
sitting here now that Jim would
never leave me.
"Hut one spring Jim got out of
here, fell shamelessly at the feet
of a smirking thing wearing little
shoes, a chit live feet two high,
that smiled and combed her hair
eff side and had a voice that made
you look up. Jim never apolo (
gized, never said he was sorry, but
simply went away, leaving me ;
with a pile of old junk we always :
owned together.
“I stood by when a bald headed
preacher said t hings t hat smaslied
Jim’s oath with me; that gripped
out by tin* roots the cleanest, clos
est friendship two men ever had.
On the way to the honeymoon
steamer the old yellow curtains
waved radiantly, but Jim didn't
look up; he had eyes only for the
girl.
“By and by they came back and
leased a flat uptown. There j
wasn’t a pipe, a stein, a pouch of
the old mixture around; not a
samovar, no settle, no corduroy
cushions, no big black table for
your feet, no instrument to bang
On, no drop lamp, no messed up
papers on the floor. No, Tom, it
was all blank different. Jim s
company—the girl's father ran it
—raised him a thousand. He
couldn't help that, for tin* boy
was all to tin* good in the matter
of head.
“I didn’t think the girl would
cut in on us a great deal after the |
honeymoon was over, but she did.
1 called for awhile, had ripping lit
tle salads out of my wedding pres
cut; we'd try to sing old songs and
>o on, but it was no go. And I
couldn't get Jim back to the
Square even once, ll was always
the girl.
••Last Sunday I spent i nreeHours
—throe hours, mind you—simply
trying to tind the lad. whore he’d
moved 1o out on lie* Sound. I
hadn't seen him for nearly two
rears. When 1 did discover them,
they were so glad to see me I
thought the girl was rid of her
distrust of dim's bachelor friend.
She smiled, dimpled up, laughed,
and had a hit of singing started
before l was rid of my coat,
tilad to see me? Of course. i»ut [
I think it was the baby. A six
teen mont hs'-old kid, walking and
falling, eating and spilling at its
own blessed caprice*, flood look
jug? Yes. Xot very much hair
except around its neck, but lots of
teeth, they said, Simla lot of more
things 1 didn't get.
“I wanted hint to join the club
just started; he wanted me to see
the kid lift a glass of milk, drink
half of it and set it safely down.
1 asked Jim a bout the campaign; he
wanted to show me w here the kid t
had bumped its forehead on a l
tJoorsilJ. i
“1 had gome prime gossip about
Handler, who beat Jim out as
senior class president by about a
vote; ten words along, Jim and
the kid were on a twenty yard
dash down the length of the hall.
I started again on Handler, how
he had suddenly disappeared, but
was interrupted pending investi
gation of a headless sheep, a
broken back doll called Nora, a
singing top, a wagon full of
blocks. I started on how well the
fraternity was doing at college,
when 1 was invited to set a jingle
bell going from over the draw
ingroom door. Outdoors was all
so follow and brilliant that some
body suggested a walk through
the woods to the shore. 1 was
keen fora whiff of salt and an old
time straightaway five-miles-an
hour through the woods. IFut the
baby again! We barely reached
the water by tea time. 1 almost
slept standing, waiting for it to
pick up sticks, drop and pick 1 hem
u^again.
1 MlilHr I i l lilt* <1 11 vl 1
hungry. That’s all there was to
lo. just oat. Nobody to talk to
■xeept the baby. Jim argued
through 1 la* moat course with his
w ife about blood gravy on crust
loss bread being good for babies.
I generally go tip twice for sweet
potatoes, but Jim wanted to hold
he kid and did not notice my
•mpty plate. 1 often take a sec
>nd cup of tea. but Mrs. Jim had
the baby, and did not ask me if I
vould take another.
“Mrs. Jim had some “floating is
and' pudding built especially for
no, but the baby slid down just
'lien to give the sleighbells just
me more jingle; then it saw a cot
ton rabbit, ran it to near the top
>f the grate fender, and everyone
Argot tlie pudding.
“Soon 1 had to stand on tiptoe
n a draught to watch the baby go
to sleep. Then I was asked toad
ranee cautiously in order to hear
it breathe. My next instructions
were to divine, if possible, the
subject matter of its dreams, then
to comment upon the dividing
wrist line of baby flesh, to see just
how prettily its tiny gold necklace
hung, and so on.
“Hecausel had been Jim's room
mate. I was Anally allowed to lift
t sik spread and to regard the
nice adjustment of ten baby toes
that dug into thi* linen.
“I didn't mind the ‘floating’
pudding; I wasn't entirely upset
on missing my 7:L’n train in, nor
being so coached up on babies, but
it hit me hard that Jim so often
mistook me for a pilaster, a post,
or a piece of panelling. I was ah
solutely laid aside, shelved, dis
owned. overridden, by a pink ball
of twenty seven pounds, and, as if
to explain tin* whole thing, Jim
had the gall to insist on my fol
lowing suit, to ask me to arrange
for block, bell strings and behead
ed sheep in a house of my own.”
“Why don't you ?” asked t he sec
ond voice, which continued:
"Now. listen. Another girl has
fold me on my honor to shut up,
but 1 know you can hold it. 1
have arranged for—”
“Tom ! Honest! Is t hat st raight ?
You marry?”
“December 14, she Is made it,”
w as t he re id v.
A groat green mission clock
boomed nine. The yellow silk cur
tains fluttered airily. Both men
scratched matches nervously,
touched tips of black cigars, star
ing cautiously at each other.
“You and Helen?'’ asked thj
first voice, slowly.
“Yes, Helen and I. And we
want—”
More silence.
"What do you want?” came the
question, linally, with a premoni
tory suspicion.
"Why that-— Hang it all, man,
wake up. There’s Peggy, tin* hist
>f the girls, and here’s you, the
only man of i he old gang left.”
"Kir.”
"Sure! I thought you’d under
stand. Now, won’t you ask her?”
A longer silence.
"Jim is happy,” mused the re
ent visitor to Jim’s baby#
"You'll ask her?”
“Yes.”—A. Y. Tribune.
SPORT RARELY SATISFIES.
Mexicans Generally Leave Bullfight
Dejected and Disgusted.
“I was born and roared in tin*
republic of Mexico, and never yet
have witnessed a bullfight,” said
Senator L. del Paso, a prominent
and wealthy resident of the Mex
ican capital at the Ebbitt, to a
Washington Post reporter.
“This form of amusement was
never to my liking, and, though 1
have no criticism for those who
go, it cannot be pictured as an en
tertainment that apjieals to peo
ple of refined taste and humane
feeling. Yet it is a sport that
makes people become, in a way,
devotees, and the bullfight habit
once cultivated is difficult to
break. 1 have heard Americans
after witnessing their first exhi
bition declare they would never
go to another, and yet these very
people are apt to become the hab
itual attendants. Except on rare
occasions our native women do
not attend the tights, but now
and then they go when the pro
ceeds are to be given to some
charity.
“One of the curious phases of
these performances is the enthu
siasm with which the crowds start
forth to view it. and the subdued
and melancholy way they halve
when the fight is over. Instead of
1 he eager looks and murmurs of
expectant‘pleasure, most of the
spectators return dejected and
disgusted. The sport randy comes
up to the anticipation of the pub
lic*. The matador erred egregious
ly in this point or that.and though
advice was hurled at him on all
sides, he did not profit by it.
Many give vent to their disgust in
angry epithets, and yet next Sun
day finds them at the ring as
usual.”
BEANS VERSUS LITERATURE.
Thoreau Liked a Simple Fare—Ham
and Eggs for Byron.
The best that may ho said for
Thoreau’s regimen of beans, says
the Atlantic, is not that the
immortal diet was merely whole
some or cheap, or even that it was
transmuted into delightful liter
ature*—but that Thoreau liked it.
He was catering for himself and
to himself. When, Ilyron came of
age, lu* provided tlit* conventional
roast ox and ale for his tenants in
honor of his majority, and then 1*>
took himself to London, where la*
dined alone upon his favorite del
icacy, ham and eggs. He catered
for his public at Xewstead. and to
himself in town. But the only
editors who permit themselves
such solitary luxury of personal
indulgence are the voting men
who own. write and print the
queer little HAxT magazines with
still queerer names. They give no
hostages to fortune except paper,
printer’s ink, and time. If you
would seek a better analogy to the
real editorial function, follow
some excellent citizen of Balti
more, or of a foreign city where
marketing bears as yet no social
stigma, as la* journeys to the pub
lic market, with basket upon his
careful arm. intent upon selecting
a dinner for his family.
Modern Views of Matter.
Condensed into a few words,
these are the “Modern Views of
Matter,” as expounded by Sii
Olivet* Lodge: Electricity is a
substance, the only kind of sub
stance, and all nut i ter is merely an
accumulation of electric charges.
It appears probable that these
electric charges are all of exactly
the same amount, although some
are positive and some negative,
and that the atoms of the chem
ical elements are formed by vary
ing numbers and arrangements of
these charges, or electrons.
Then* tire about 700 electrons, 350
positive and 350 negative, in the
hydrogen atom, which has been so
long regarded as tin* final and in
divisible unit of matter; there
must be about 1(51 itnes as many in
art oxygen atom; and about 255
times as many, say 160,000, in a ra
dium atom, the heaviest known.
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