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Bringing Up Mother
By Virginia Terbnne Van de Water.
(Copyright. 1915, Star Company.)
"I wonder If, when I wsa ourtg, I
trained my mother my daughter
trains m now," mused my friend. flh
looked annoyed, and I waa sorry for hr
ran before I understood what waa
troubling her.
"What do you mean by 'training'?" 1
asked.
"Oh. telling me how 1 ought to look or
behave, suggesting that I am In danger
of becoming old fashioned In fact, set
ting ma right In general," ahe explained.
"Does Mary do all theae things to youf
I aakad. "'She seems devoted to you."
"She Is devoted to roe," Mary's mother
hastened to assure me. "But ahe doee
correct me and tell mo of my mistakes.
I anpp," with a sigh, "that It Is rood
for us mothers to have our daughters
train us."
It Is on of the mysteries of life that
so few of the things that are "rood for
us" are agree We-from the time the
parent saya to the child who sticks her
thumb "take your thumb out of your
mouth I" to the time when that child,
grown to young womanhood, suggests
that the bonnet which her mother wears
is "hopelessly old gaehloned."
t say advisedly "grown tf young
womanhood," for eona differ from daugh
ters. If a, father has peculiarities, the
boys smile good-naturedly and let him
alone. Is It that they do not care enough
about how ha appears to incur hla dis
pleasure by remarking that certain
things he does are not strictly good form?
Or Is It that a boy's training Is not
along the lines that makes him notice
petty falllnga1 and trifling details?
We take It for granted that sons wilt
not to over-critical of tlielr mothera. A
devoted son seldom la There are several
reasons for this. In the first place, he
knows too little about "the latest
thing" In woman's dress to fancy that
hla mother ia old-fashioned.
In the second place, if he has been
properly trained by his mother he feels
for her a chivalry that casta a mantle
of tender tolerance over her appearance
and aottona. She is always "dear little
mother" to him dearer, perhaps, for
certain "quaint ways" that would annoy
lils sister. They do not Interfere with hU
lneal of what his mother ought to be.
Bhe la "Just mother," that's all. Sup
jos the dear creature does wear . trains
when other women are wearing short
skirts? They sre her trains, the son as
rerts, and If she feels mere comfortable
when her dainty feet are hidden In folds
of drapery, whose business la if He la
glad hla mother does not look like a
fashion plate.
At least,, all this Is what he would say
if his attention was drawn to ' her
oddities of attire, ir these wore not
called to his notice he"prdbab!y""wtfuld
not know of their existence.
In the third place, the difference in sex
prevents feminine fallings ""getting on
bis nerves.," as they might on the nerves
of a woman or gtrL
So, after all .It ia the daughter who
is guilty of the "training' to which the
parent objects.
"I shall stop telling mother when her
hat is crooked." a young girl declared.
"She has a way of tossing her head when
animated In. conversation, and though
the may start out with her hst In Its
troper place and pinned there.too by
the time she has been ehattlng for a half
hour It Is over one ear. Yet when I say
to her softly and gently; ' Mother,
straighten your bonnet, dear," ahe
flushes and la wounded.
"Today she observed that It was
strange that I was the only person who
ever complained of her appearance. I
had Just called her attention to the fact
that ahe had spilled something on her
lace Jabot, leaving a stain there.
"I am sorry my looks mortify you," ahe
said stiffly. "Yet you are the only per
son who ever complains of my appear
ance." ,
"I did not say to her what la true
that nobody else loves her so dearly,
nobody else Is so anxious to have others
see her at her beat. It actually hurta me
when I think that anyone to whom she
Is talking may look at her critically and
'wonder why Mrs. O. will wear her hat
over one ear or be 'surprlaed to aee such
a charming woman so untidy about her
dress.' I can Imagine such a person
thinking. 'Why. she has on a spotty
neck-rig'.' Yet, much as I love mother,
1 must allow her to go about Just as she
happens to be and keep silent, but when
ahe says to me," 'Dear, that collar you
have on la soiled.' I am grateful to her."
"But." I ventured lamely, "she ties
alwaya been In the habit of correcting
your faults of manner and of dreaa." .
"And ahe has done it becauae ahe loves
met" was the uncontradlctable reply.
"Yet she will not see thst it Is love for
her and pride in her that make me sug
gest little changes In her attire."
What would I say? I knew she spoke
the truth.
'I am very much vexed with my
daughter." a mother told me, "becauae
ahe allowed me to repeat to a caller laat
night the very same atory which I had
told him at length upon the occasion of
hla last visit to ua. It was not until I
had finished the tale and noticed hla
forced laugh that I recalled Having re
galed him with the same anecdote last
week."
'Why did you not check your mother
when ahe began the atory?" I aaked the
daughter later when I waa alone with
her.
The girl of 30 looked at me with a sad
smile.
"And suppose I had said gently:
Mother, dear, you told Mr. Smith that
tale before." do you know what ahe would
have done?" ahe asked. "No? Well, ahe
would have drawn herself up and aald.
'I beg your pardon!' in a manner that
would have sent a chill to my bones. I
would rather let her tell the same atory
to the same listener one dosen times
than get In wrong by reminding her that
she waa doing ao."
Tet haa not love some rights? I know
that some daughters are unloving and
Impatient, but others do mean well. And.
as the girl above quoted suggests, one
does wsnt one's beloved to appear at her
beat.
"When I aee how uncomfortable well
meaning daughters make their mother.
I am glad I have only ions'" I heard
one woman exclaim. '
Which ia a sentiment that many a
mother of daughters arouses In the breast
of many a mother of sons.
The parasol to ike left u
of the maj-pi combination,
wUhbakaliU hanlU. Tke
kat it of gilt, and worn
wilh a white organdie and
black moire neckpiece.
To the right it a curious
Adam and Eve paraee-L It
tope a wide white hat and
accompanies a high . neck
piece, with a lace jabot.
A Fictionless Fable
for the Fair
How a Platonic Friendship
May Result In an Anti
Platonic Bturender.
By ANN LISLE.
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There was onca a girl who believed In
Platonic frlendehlpe. And ahe made a
specialty of tbem.
"Why shouldn't men end women bo
friends?" she aaked of all the women
She knew. "I'm sure It's perfectly pos
alble and much more - interesting than
merely having emotiona all the time. It
Isn't a real compliment if some man
raves over ' the nose, for which a line
of dim ancestors have more responsibility
than I. But If a chap says I have a
keen knowledge of world politics or
play a fine game of bridge h Is talking
about things over which I have been to
some personal pains. .
Mere femininity an accident of. sex
isn't a thing on which any . sane woman
wants to base conquest of the, crudely
maeujlne. I like men's minds. I want
them to admire mine, and my character,
and my ability to be a pal a good a
pal as another fellow. ' Now, Isn't that
the best way?V
And the man to whom she spoke would
look upon a pair of black-leaned gray
eyea that from the local of any other
girl's face would have been sending wire
less messages straight to his heart. Then,
as men are sane creatures, who aeldnm
ask figs from thistles, he would conclude
that she waa a eold little thing but
pretty and clever and presentable withal
and that he might as well play the
game her way, alnce It waa her way, or
not at all-
Moat of the men who knew her liked
her aecond best to their wives, or third
best to the sweethearts between whom
they were hesitating and found them
selves telling her so. And she liked it
and boastod about It.
"Tommy Jones and I - are the best
pals," she once told Rex Darwin. "He
says there isn't another girl in the whole
world he can see because he loves Clara
so but that doesn't Interfere with his
honest liking for me. I've got his liking.
That is mine for all time. It's there
Juat there, like the Rocky mountain or
the great lakes. It would take am up
heaval of nature to deatroy it."
"And doea Clara like friendship with
her fiance 7" Rex asked.
"Oh, she understands she knows I'm
not dangarous, that I don't think of men
as men at all, but as minds. It's com
panionship and understanding and liking
I want. That's the big thing the thing
your personality gets the other's only
moonshine and balderdash."
"How do you know?" Rex asked. "I
might show you now 'Just a little love,'
be hummed ingratiatingly.
And then the girl laughed with a clear
ripple of humor that made sentiment
about aa poaslble aa doea a searchlight
turned on the particular park bench you
have been making for. "Oh, Reggie-.
Imagine your getting sentimental over
me raving over my fink and white com.
plexton for Inatance, when we both know
I freckle worse than you do."
On a Thursday in May some one Intro
duced her to Horace Easton. He took
her out to dinner the following Monday
night for girls who believe In Platonic
friendship are not prudlahly conven
tional they don't have to produce aa
atmosphere of being unattainable alnce
they aren't trying to be attained.
Horace was brilliant and entertaining
and listened politely when she aired her
theories on platonlca and as politely
changed the aubject to a discussion of
hi admiration for the beautiful Mrs.
Thornley and all beautiful women and
the type poaseaaing gray eyea and clear
brunette coloring. And on parting he
kissed her hand and little prick lae wan
dered up her arm to her ear which tin
gled strangely against a hot cheek. And
ahe wondered if her eyea were aa gray
as Mrs. Thornley and examined them
carefully in her mirror that night.
On the following Monday Horaoe klaaed
her Hp. In June, aa much to bts sur
prise ss to hers. thlr engagement waa
announced. Horace had merely teen out
for conquest but the girl who believed
in platonlc friendship was so lovable and
loving that be couldn't let her get out of
his life te.be captured by any of that
mace of fellows who liked her end whom
he thought ready to love her if she would
let them.
Which proves that it takes two to
play at platonlo friendship and that It
may be the only game a girl knows until
some Intrepid soul comes along - and
teaches her a better one.
Also it teaches that an audacious kUs
en the hand has Its value
'
Bead It Here See It at the Movies.
By Gouverneur Morris
and
Charles W. Ooddard
Oapyrlgbl. 1(11. Star Ceemsj.
Synopsis of Pcvlous Chapter.
After the tragic death of John Ames
bury, hla proatrated wife, one of Amor
It' a greateat beauties, die. At ber death
Prof. Stiillter, an agent of the lnteresta
kidnaps the beautiful S-year-old baby
girl and brings ber up in a paradise
where she aeea no man. but thinks she
ia taught by angela who instruct her for
ber mission to reform the world. At the
age of 1 ahe ta auddenly thrust into the
world where aarents of the Interests an
ready to pretend to find her.
The one to feel the loss of the little
Amesbury girl most, after she r.ad been
spirited away by tlie interests, was
Tommy Barclay.
Fifteen years later Tommy goes . i"
Adlroudacks. The Interests are responsi
ble for the trip. By accident he Is the first
ta meet the littie Amesbury girl, as she
comes fortn from her paradise aa ceieatia
the girl from heaven. Neither Tommy nor
flnda it an easy matter to rescue Csleatla
from Prof.- BtUUter and they hWe In
the mountains; later they are pursued
by 6tilllter and escape to an island where
tney iiwna ui iikswv.
That night. KUUIter, following hla In
dian guide, reaches the Island, found
Celeatla and Tommy, but did not disturb
them In the morning Tommy goea for a
swim'. During his absence SUUiter at
tempts to steal Celestta, who runa to
nfmV for h.lo followed by Stiillter.
The tatter at once realixea Tommy s pre
dicament He takea advantage of It by
taking not only Celestla'a. but Tommy a
clothes. Stiillter reachea Four corners
with Celeotla lust tn time to catch an
expreaa for New York, there he placea
Celeatla in Bellevu hospital, where her
sVnltyls proven by the authorities.
Tommy reaches Bellevue Just before 8U1-
lUTornroys first aim was to get Celeatla
away from Stiillter. After they leave
Bellevue Tommy ta unable to get any
hotel to take Celestia In owing to her
costume. But later he perauadea hla
...h bMn her When he goea out
to the taxi he flnda her gone, bhe falls
Into the handa of white slavers, but
escapea and oes to live with a poor fam
tlv by the name of Dounlas. W hen their
son Freddie returna home he flnda right
In hla own house. Celestia. the jrlrl for
which the underworld haa offered a re
ward that he hoped to get
Celeatla secures work in a large gar
ment factory, where a great many girls
are employed. Here she showe her pe
culiar power, and makes friends with all
her girl companions. ly her talks to the
girls she Is able to calm a threatened
strike, and the "boas" overhearing her la
moved to grant the relief the glrla wished,
and also to right a great -wrong he had
done one pf them. Just at thla point the
factory catchea on fire, end the work
room la soon a biasing furnace. Celestia
refuses to eacape with the other girls,
and Tommy Barclay rushea in and car
riea ber out, wrapped In a big roll of
cloth.
After rescuing Celeatla from the fire,
Tnmmv Is aought bv Banner Barclay.
who undertakes to persuade him to give
up the girl. Tommy reruses. ana ceicsna
w.nt. him to wed her II rcl I v. He ran
not do this, aa he has no fundc. Stiillter
nit Harclay Introduce Celeatla to a ro
terle of wealthy mining men, who agree
to send Celestia to tne i'omktk-i.
EIGHTH EPISODE.
"We'd about come to that conclusion
ouraelvea," aald Carson. "Tou looked
like a laat chance."
He waa turning away petulantly when
he thought better of it.
"What are you golin to dn, Mr. Bar
clay, If it'a manners 13 tokT'
"I waa going to ask your advice," said
Tommy. "My with is tj atart 'A'c aa a
day laborer."
"Sure? Then you'd belter come out to
Pennsylvania with ua."
"But I want to earn a living. I ought
not to begin my career as a laborer by
striking for higher wagea, ought I?"
"We can find something better thsn
stone breaking for a man of your educa
tion," said Carson. "If you're on our
Bids."
"I am on your side," said Tommy;
"that la on of the reasons why I hsv
beea disinherited." ...
As he spoke, Mary Blackatone drove
up In an open car and called to him.
Tommy sprang forward with courteous
slacrity. And Carson murmured, "The
hell he's been dlainherlttd!"
Mary leaned from the car and spoke
in a low, thrilling voice, only audible to
Tommy;
' Tommy, dear, she said, I m so
wretched. We've mode such a mess of
things! Can't we begin all over again?"
Tommy answered with great gcntle
neaa: "We can't begin all over again,"
he- aald; "things can never be aa they
were. But we can be friends, Mary."
i-he ahook her head and the corner of
her r.iouth turned bitterly down.
Tou and I. Tommy," ahe said, "might
be almost anything In the world to each
other but frlenda? Never. You may drive
o.: Rugby."
Tommy held out hla hand, but ah
turned from it, ss If In scorn, and the
motor slipped quietly forward.
"H'mP murmured Carson; "lie has
been disinherited. And he's Just told her.
And she's given lilm the mitten."
Well, many a loader of capital would !
have come no nearer the truth. For to
the caaual eye Tommy Instead of Mary
had been the pleader and the rejected.
In the mining town of Bitumen In weat-
trn Pennsylvania, there waa for the
moment an armed truce between the
atrike breakers and the strikers. The
letter, under the leadership of Ounsdorf,
held the village; the former, under the
personal supervision of Kehr, had built
a strong palisade which commanded the
railroad station and the approaches . to
the town by rail. Both belligerents main
tained a system of sentries, and a
genuine state of war existed. More than
one striker had been given a public
funeral; mora than one strike-breaker
had departed from Bitumen In a narrow
box. ,
Bo muoh was clear, Less clear were the
causes which had led to acutual violence.
It is enough that they led to a demand
for larger wages and shorter hours,
which Kehr, representing the owners,
and Intrenching himself behind the state
ment that too many such demands had
been acceeded to In the past, had per
emptorily, and In a manner not tended to
conciliate, refuaed. A general atrlke had
been called, atrlke breakers and special
deputiea had been called In. and there had
been dynamiting and sudden death.
The leadera were somewhat alike. Each
had a supreme contempt and even hatred
for the claas which the other represented.
Each was a strong-willed, stubborn man,
having much power over other men
Neither waa altruistic. At the back or
Ouruwiorfs head lurked the Idea that on
day he, too, might be a capitalist who
should employ labor. Kehr had every
Intention of one day employing more
labor himself. Neither truly represented
the caua for which he stod. Both were
prepared to sacrifice any Bomber of
other people's , lives for the betterment
or their own. There waa, however, this
difference between them: men obeyed
Ounsdorf because they believed him to
be a strong man of the people with the
Interests of the people at heart; men
obeyed Kehr becauae they had to.
8o Tommy felt about Ounsdorf when he
heard the thick-set, trembling, passlonat
assailant of privilege hold forth In the
town hall, when he saw tears gush out
of the man's syes as he told of women
and children who were going under be
cause there was no longer any bread In
the Jiouse, and when ha pretended that
he could hear their cries and clapped his
hands to his ears.
Tommy had been introduced to the
"brother" as a safe man, but when
Ounsdorf began to advocate a midnight
rush upon the stockade and massacre of
all who might be found within, many
eyes were turned upon th silk-stocking
to see how he would take th sugges
tion. "We will put them," thundered Ouns
dorf, "where they shall never again no
more hear the voices of women and chil
dren lifted In Joy or In sorrow. We will
show th world what It la to tread upon
the poor and th unfortunate, so that
littie children die of hunger. What do
w claim? Only a fair ahar of what be
longs to us. What do w get? Crumbs
and offal, ohucked to us from the rich
man's kitchen door."
There waa a howl of rage, that must
have been heard In the stokade and
caused some of Its defenders to tremble.
When this had rumbled away and died
to nothing Ilk a peal of thunder, Ouns
dorf rolled his little eyea upon Tommle.
"Let us hear from the new brother."
he aald. smacking his lips. ''Come up en
the (tUtform, Brother Barclay, and let
the brothers and slater see you."
On of th sisters eyed Tommy very
closely, as he slowly ascended the plat
form, She was Mr. Ounsdorf, a young,
dark, heavy woman with smouldering
eyes, and a scarlet mouth. When h
turned and she had a good look at his
handsome,' brown, clean-cut face, her
deep bosom began to rls and fall rapidly.
Tommy waa in an awkward position.
In full sympathy with his audience, he
was not at all In sympathy with dyna
miting and murder. His education told
him that though an attack upon the
stockade might prove successful Its ulti
mate effect upon the attacker would be
retribution In an extreme degree.
"It seems to me," ha began qulety,
"that what w want la Justice not ven
geance. Have we"
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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