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ITh e Bees Horn e Maaz I n e P a
Women Too Prone
to Overlook Faults
in Fight for Equality
"Between Seasons!"
By Nell Brinkley
No, Women Don't
Dress to 4 'Please
the Men"
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Copyright. 1515, Star Company.
Roe Cecil O'Neill, artist, poet and
cumpowr (as well e very beautiful
woman), has coma forth In a strong In
dictment against man and his treatment
vf women.
Hie- says: "Woman
lias yot to learn that
who Is far greater
than man. For cen
turies she has borne
the greatest Insult of
the world, hut she Is
now to be emancl
l.ti'd." Hhe declares
that man has al
ways shackled
wmnn, first with
chains, then with
necklets, then later
t li e y shackled her
with words.
Mis O'Neill rays:
"Man taught woman
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that chastity was
woman's greatest virtue. Even now only
one thins, can 'ruin' a woman. That word
hould he non-existent, for it represents
false ideals. He taught her that prudence
and obedience and all the gentler at
tributes were fine and womanly. Thla was
convenient for the husband and it was
convenient for the father before the hus
band. And women have believed the
silly thing."
Then Miss O'Neill proceeds and says:
If the world were only shock proof to
everything but uKllnese we would have
been far more advanced than we are
now. Things should be considered for
their Intrinsic virtue and practicability.
Morol shocks are absurd. I have a
thrilling hope that women are going to
do something glorious In the arts-" She
sav: "I am always indignant when
women am denied creative power in art.
It is stupid to expect free things from
a race of slaves.
"Man has damned as intuition woman s
greatest virtue, knowledge. What she
knows man must figure out lalorlously
through logic Men have been the spe
cialists, women have done all the rest.
Women, have been the carpenters, the
doctors, the nurses, the cooks, the dip
lomats, the cduestors. Just think what
the will do now when she gains her
freedom. s .
The great trouble W'lth woman is that
she does hot do well any one oi no
things which she has attempted to do In
any of these lines In past centuries.
Motherhood has been a complete failure,
else today the world would not be, sunk
In wareWMothers have given then child
ren .h-gone. toy pistols and tdy soldiers
as rkyttilr.K. . ... ?
Mother hivo mstllled Into their t-ITld-ron
i&t the Ideal that they war to make
the beet possible use of the time In school
that qliy might become noble men. and
nobte women, but.tbat they might sur
pass thoir fellow students. Always this
idea of competition and struggling: for
supremacy ha. been the slogan breathing
through the words of mothers, who urged
their children toward attainment.
Mothers havo not taught their children
thw have - allowed them to
misuse and maltreat dogs and cats as,
playthings, and If the cat scratches., or ,
the dog bites in retaliation the children (
i.rtnu.tina in the causes
receive- jiw .... .. . - ...
that lead to this result, but are permitted
to believe the animal vicious and deserv
ing of further abuse or death 3" a pun
ishment. Not one child in one thousand umi
ben taught by Us mother to he sym-j
rathelc, kind and friendly to the unfor-;
lunate classes and to show a special con-
i.i,tion tn noor children when they are.
encountered In school or in play. The
spirit of universal motherhood Is almost j
an unknown quantity in the hearts of
mothers. It Is the, she-wolf Instinct .ot
fighting for and protecting her own. not
the divine- sth-lt of motherhood which
would protect and help all children.
Mother have not sucree.sl as cooks;
thev'have not properly fed their children
or-'their men folk or themselves; .thsy
have not applied themselves to a study of
whit means nutritious food, well pre
ler.d. and Inexpensively provided. The
hestVooKa.tn the world have always been
men.
Women have rot included order in their
icllglius Ideals yet. Arder is heaven's
first law. The vast preponderance of
untidy, disorderly and badly managed
horn Is appalling. There Is no possible
rxriti .for a woman who allows her hus
l.HnJ ai'kl her children to enter a disor
derly atiri chaotic, home. The most beau
tiful occupation in life, the most interest
ing and uplifting is the creating of a
hom where neatness, order, system,
comfort and beauty make themselves
apparent to even the casual eye.
r-i... un ten disorderly and uncom-
furtaolr. homes to one disorderly business
office. If women wsnt the worm to oe
.hock proof, as Mis O'Neill says, to
everything but ugliness, why do they not
Ugin to illustrate their Ideas Tn their
homes? Ancient Greece carried out Miss
O'Neill'' beauty theory in this respect,
but we have yet to learn that it lifted
tlie stains ot woman to a high altitude.
The writer of this article believes
woman should have equsl franchise. Bhe
i-elicves in woman's freedom from flnan
i lal dependence upon man; she believes
In liberty and usefulness for woman; but
does nut believe woman has proven
hcrM-lf to be man's suerlor nor that
the removal of all moral restrictions the
euxnee of all moral shocks would help
to produce a gieater race.
Tuerr nas been altogether too much
talk of that kind during the last ten
years. There have been too many women
parading through the world, talking about
tre necessity for woman to "develop
herself along the lines of least resist
ance, and to ''express her own Individual
ity." no matter if it necessitated her
flinging to the winds all domestic, social
and moral obligations.
But the world and the raee Is never
to be bettered by the type of woman who
displays her Idesls alth a perpetual
cigarette and an annual divorce.
Woman will never do anything glorious
In art until she illustrates In her own life
be art of iflorioua aomanhood. Sis will
never show herself man's superior by
adopting Ins vices and hl licenses and
rlllinj them "liberty'" and emancipation
Trout "mural shocks."
Ntll Erinkley Say: :- rx
May . la a woolly Iamb that Inhabits the changeable
place on the teeter-board. , between Summer anA Winter!
He wabbles gently towards one end nd Winter 'goes up
and we get a spit of cold rain. in. the face that; makes
our back dream it has snow down it, and the birds fluff up
their mufflers round their necks and say, "Sweet-babee-
' in a plaintive call that
Read It Here See
nrTBOsvcnra '
EARLE WILLIAMS
aa Tosaaor Bacalay
ANITA STEWART
as The Ce4dss
.Written, by '
Gouverneur Morria
COa f the Ksst VotabU rig.
ores la" Asaettoaa Ussratare)
Dramatised Into a Photo-Play by
CXAMX.M W. OOXnAS.
Author oX
"The Perils) ef raoUaa
"Tae Bxpiotta of Stelae"
(Copyright, 115,
by Star Company.)
Copyright. 1915. by The Star Co,
All For-
etgn Minn La ueserveo.
STNOPMS'toFrPREVIOl'a CHAPTER.
After the tragla death of John Ames
bury, his prostrated wife, one of Amer
ica's greatest beauties, dies. At her
death Prof. Btllliter, an agent of the In
terests, kidnaps the beautiful 1-year-old
beby girl and brings her up in a Pr.
dise where she sees no man,"' but thinks
she Is taught by angels, who instruct her
for her mission to reform the world. At
the age of IA she Is suddenly thrust Into
the world, where asewls of the Interests
are ready to find her. By an accident
the hero sees hsr first and hides with
her In the Adlrondacks.
SECOND INSTALLMENT.'
And so she sat staring Into space. And
for the first time In her life she found
that ambition la stronger than the mere
wish to exist and have a good time.
Suddenly, with an excited laugh, she
caught up a great piece of gorgeous an
cient church embroidery that lay across
the back of a sofa, and dropped It skill
fully so that It hung from her shoulders
to her feet like some royal robe; still
laughing she dsrted to one of those glass
topped tables In which things curious and
rare are often kept From this she took
a golden crown that she had been taken
from the grave of some old Egyptian
queen two gold snakes, their heads .and
tails twisted together. And she put thla
upon her head and went and stood In
front of a long mirror. Then she began
to play-act to look very haughty and
dignified or very gracious and .conde
scending, to extend her hand and to be
kissed by imaginary courtiers; she was
half in earnest, half laughing.
Xhe heard a soft footstep; there was
no time to biscard the crown and the
robe. Blushing crimson, and feeling very
ridiculous, she turned and saw one of the
footmen.
His wooden face showed no surprise at
her etc en trio costume; he did not even
appear to see it He carried a small sil
very tray on which was a white card.
"Who Is It BentadgeT"
"Mr. Barclay, madam."
Her impulse was to run to the great
hall stair and call down to Tommy. But
he hesitated. Then her eye roved once
more, and she caught a glimpse of her
self in the long mirror.
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"Tell him." she said, "that I am notjtut
at home."
Tommy, sure of his welcome, had been
told that Miss Blackstone was at home,
snd had leisurely followed the footman
upatairs to the door of the little sitting
room. ,
When he heard her says coolly, even
coldly. "Tell him that I am not at horns."
he felt as If he had been struck between
the eyes. And then anger seised him.
For she had promised thst she would be
sends you back to Chrlso-
It at the Movies.
at home . on that particular afternoon,
and now here she was s saying that-she
wasn't
Of course there was nothing that ha
could do but turn and go. And, of course,
he did' these things.
f .."When he was in the opea air he drew a
long breath.. .'
"I'll get out of this damned elty," he
; said, "and if she happens to want me
'for anything she'll find that I'm the one
that's not at home."
1 Like many other rich men, Barclay
owned a hunting preserve In the Adlor-
dacks. and seldom went near it- But the
.'five granite, mountains surrounded by
; dense forests thickly sprinkled with lakes
jwaa one of Tommy's favorite stamping
grounds, it wasn t so mucn mat ne en
Joyed killing animal er seeing how many
fish he could catch as that once In a
while he liked to be alone, and to keep
alive i;d comfortable by his own exer
tions. ."
The preserve was real wilderness. One
dirt road led from the railroad station at
four corners to the main camp at the
head of the biggest lake, but otherwise
at the head of the biggest Iske, but other
wise the region boasted only a few nar
row trails. And you had to make your
way from one landmark to another aa
best you could. And either you had to
take plenty of condensed food In tins or
trust to your skill with rod and rifle to
keop you from going hungry.
Tommy would leave the train at Four
Corners, hire a team, and ret himself put
down somewhere along the road leading
to the main camp. He would then choose
a direction almost at random, walk until
He was tired, build a low lean-to shelter,
have supper or not, according to luck,
make a workmanlike fire to keep his feet
warm, curl up In his blanket and pass a
luxurious night Waking at daylight
bruised, sore, cold and for some reason
known only to those who love the woods.
lerfectly happy and contented.
his kit on these trips consisted of a
blankot, a frying pan. a kettle, a change
of underclothes, a very light twenty-two
caliber rifle, a four-ounce fly rod, a com
pass, a pipe, tobacco and a few other
odds and ends, suoh as matches and ssJt
and a pair of field glasses, and an Ox
lord book of verse.
One night a few days after Mary Black-
stone hsd ' treated him so cavalierly,
Tommy camped on high ground by the
headwaters of a brook.
Just bk of his shelter of balsam
boughs a knob of granite stood up clear
above the surrounding forest. Tommy
always called It the hi'b, because It was
almost the exert center of the great ring,
traced roughly by the fire mountains,
and afforded glorious views of them and
of the low country, lakes, forest and
swamp that Intervened. It was Tommy's
favorite camping ground. He would sit
for hours on top of the hub, his legs
hanging over Into space gaslng and
dreaming.
On the particular night In question he
climbed the hub after a fine supper of
ana ruinea grouse, filled a pipe
and watched the day fade and the stars
j come out. What he enjoyed moat wag
the sense of solitude; civilisation, of
course, was within reasonable reach In
any direction, but Tommy did not feel
j as If it wss. He felt as If there wasn't
'another human being within hundreds
of miles. There were men at the main
ramp, only fifteen miles away, but lie
protested that there weren't, slid that
l e wss in ths heart of a vast unexplored
inaV and we wish it Wasn't foolish-looking to put on furs
again.
And then May ambles toward the other end and
Summer, laughing, little Summer, with her butterflies and
.her wipsy, parasol, and her bare-neck-and-arms, with the
soft air blowing on them, up she goes! And we shut our
eyes and go off camping! And we begin to count how many
white socks we hare, and wonder where our fishing tackl
country which no other white man had
ever visited.
Presently the moon began to rise, and
that always made. Tommy, mournful, and
sentimental. If heVhmd been a dog he
would have thrown - back 'his head anJ
howled. Being a young man be sighed,
and began to Imagine that he and she
(a romantic edition of Mary Blackstone
with better manners and; less worldll
ness), bad come to this wilderness to
escape from the outside world and to
make their home.. What fun It would be.
How he would work to make her happy
and comfortable. How easy It would be
for them to get along forever without
anybody else to bother them.' .
Just then his head fell forward on his
breast, and ' he . dreamed that he smelt
boiling cauliflower.'. It .was a smell to
which he wss particularly sensitive, and
which he particularly hated. 1 He waked
with an angry start.' and the smell per
sisted. His offended nostrils quivered as the
nostril of a wild animal quiver at the
the Ufe-giving, muscle-building "meat"
of the wheat. It is ready-cooked, ready-to-eat.
Close the bake-oven for awhile
. and serve Shredded Wheat in many
dainty, delicious combinations with ripe,
luscious berries and all sorts of fruits
and green vegetables. Two biscuits,
with milk or cream, or fresh fruits,
make a complete, nourishing meal.
The Shredded Wheat Company, Niagara Falls. N. Y.
is. and where our pet slouch-hat la wadded away. And ail
the Summer doings begin to march out In a row and crook
their fingers at you! 1
Just now it's between seasons! One day the mirage ot
Summer shimmers before our spellbound eyes and the
next we are standing with first our heels and then our toes
to the grate-fire, and the cross but pretty Wlnter-glrl tn
up! May ii a woolly lamb. And lambs are mighty whimsy.
smell of man. He was angry and disgusted.-
And his feelings for the people
who hsd not only invaded, bis solitude,
but bad brpughia .ceullflpwer, more than
one possibly, into the northern woods,
were not fit to print' HIS only satisfac
tion was that In the morning he would
hunt them down and tell them what he
thought of them.' r
.But he had a bad night, and when at
last he did get to sleep he slept so
heavily that daybreak didn't wake him.
By the time he had washed and break
fasted, it was 7:80. Which Is a Shocking
hour In the woods. , . ,
He cllmtied to the top of the bub. Field
glasses lit hand he began to searoh the
whole landscape far. and near for traces
of human beings. But the woods were so
dense that It was like looking for a
needle In a haystack. When he hoped (to
see, and what he did presently see, was
smoke, a pale amethystine column ef It
rising near the base of one of the moun
tains. To find the fire, or the remains, of
It from which that smoke was rising
The Closed Season
the Eake-Ovee
We have built a two-miWon dollar bakery
with which to supply you with a perfect whole
wheat bread. Make our bake-oven your bake
oven during the Summer months by serving
.kredctect WHieaft
would not be very difficult He took Its
bearings very carefully. It was directly
between him nd the smallest ot three
barren cliffs which forced the first up
thrust ef the mountain, and aa he Judged
about half a mils this side of the cliff.
At the base of that cliff waa a rattle
snake den, and Tommy waa In the habit
of giving It a pretty wide berth, for the
snakes sometimes wandsred long dir
ts ncss from their favorite ledges In
search . of food and water, and a good
woodsman like Tommy preferred that
they should do their hunting In. Peace.
"Just like a man who would bring caul I
flower Into the woods to csmp In snake
country,'.' he thought; "wonder If I can
pink one up With these glosses."
He focused bis glasses en tlte base of
the cliff and amused himself tor some
either the distance waa too great or there
was none In evidence, and he was about
to give up when suddenly a man walked
casually Into the field of his visionand
out of It I
(To lie Conlnued Tomorrow.)
Fsahlon Is a fearful and a wontterfuk
thing!
As "the lnd blowsth where It llsieth,"
so Madame la Mode drives her blind vic
tims before her. all heedless of what
depths of ugliness she forces them
through, only Intent on turning everyone
Irto a more or less caricatured llkrnees
of her sister.
Then, having achieved her end. she Im
mediately rushes to the opposite ex
tremewhereupon her staves cast aside
all the fripperies they have so hardly ac
quired, twist their fslr locks Into some
freshly outrageous style, change even the
shape of their gracious forms at her be
hestand the hearts of dressmakers,
milliners snd corsetleres rejoice greatly.
One of the most curious things regard
ing a new fashion Is that It Is almost si
ways originated by some fair one whose
social position would certainly give her
ne power In this direction.
There Is food purely for Irenlo laugh
ter In the sight of the great ones of the
eurth meekly transforming themselves
Into frights merely that a footllrht fa
vorite chanced te look charming In some
weird costume, specially d (Signed to draw
attention to her own good points.
There are some women so well dowered
by nature that no monstrosity of fashlee
can conceal their rood looks but such
peerless perfection belongs te few In
deed, and thousands of might-be pretty
girls conceal their prettlness by the wear
ing of clothes that do not suit them.
Instead of taking to their hearts the ex
ample of the lovely and gracious woman
who for many years has formed a charm
ing object lesson for her feminine sub
Jects In the art ef dress.
Fashion should be adapted net slav
ishly followed. Extremes are always
ugly, snd surely nothing In the world
could persuade a woman to wear a color
unbecoming to herself merely that It Is
"fashionable" once she frees herself suf
ficiently from the thrall of her tyrant
to enable her to gase seetngly Into her
mirror. 1
That women dress to excite the en
vious admiration ot. ether women and
not that ef man, is surely conclusively
proven by the fact that they so frequently
wear garments and adopt styles that are
ugly In themselves.
Man's eye for beauty and sense of fit
ness Is Infinitely stronger then that ef
woman. - i
' He may not know that a dress or hat
has survived from last season but he
will know In an Instant If It la becoming
to Its wearer, and fittingly went at the
moment : '.-. '.
The overdressed woman Is a horrifying
spectacle to any man yet It Is an ad
mitted fact that women tn these days
rabitualty overdress, and for msrntiur
and business wear don garments that
would better befit full dress occasions.
In-Shoots.
When rogues fall out lawyers begin te
cut melons.
Auld acquaintance with a large wad Is
seldom forgot.
The man who Intends to pay Is never
so anxious te borrow.
Sometimes the . searchlight seems te
spatter the subject with mod.
When a small man gets on a htge
perch he looks smaller than ever. ' '
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