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By ADA PATIUIISOX.
Two girls wore talking their last year
at school, during one of those hair-brushing
confidences that correspond most
nearly to the head emptying which men
indulge In when their feet are on their
desks. When men
place their feet high
enough and have a
few free moments,
all the senne and
nonsense tit them
eems to pour out
of their wide-open
mouths.
The girls talk of .
the future and of
that which nil are
reeking happiness.'
Bald the girl with
the brown:
"How stupid of
you to tall? pt
career. The :only
career for a woman
Is marriage. My
mother says so. and
I am sure she Is right. I Intend to marry
as sotm as I can, to have a home and
children. I am satisfied to become an
old-fashioned ' woman! Better be old
fashioned than a freak."
With that candor of school day Eden
before the serpent of self-consciousness
in the guise of sensitiveness invades, the
gray-eyed girl answered:
"What rotf I waa nearly engaged once.
e was a co-ed In the same school with
me, but he didn't have coed ideas. The
moment I said 'I'll see,' and he thought f
aid 'Yes,' he grabbed my shouldera with
a cave man grip and said, 'You are mine.
I drew back and looked at him. and all
my sentimental Ideas vanished. , 'How
silly,'' I said. 'You know as well as I do
that nobody Is anybody's. You talk as
though I were a sheep or a rocking cnair.
I hate the Idea of belonging to anyohe.'
Vel. there wasn't any engagement, and
there never will be for me. I intend to
belong to myself. Everyone has a work.
I shall find mine, and do it as well as I
can without any human hindrances."
The girls piet again. It,, was near the
end of their earth school. The brown
eyes of one had faded to the dull shade
of the late Autumn leaf. The gray eyes
of the other were the color of the sea In a
December twilight, the hair of each had
grown whlteJ 'The hands of both were
large veined and fluttered unsteadily
' among the folds of their black gowns, as
they pat and talked In the firelighf',; look
ing past each other at the vanished
I years.
"We chose different ways," snjd she of
the gray eyes.
"Yes," answered the of the brown. r
1 "And you," pursued the gray-eyed girl,
grown old In body, but with the power
; and sest of analysis stll) strong in her,
, "were you satisfied to be an old-fash-;
loned woman, as you said?"
They looked at each other, a reminiscent
: smile on their wrinkled faces,
"At first I did, but then"
"Hut then?'
"I began to learn how Insecure Is the
happiness of one who looks o any other
human being fpr It- I began my married
life as a hero worshipper, and when 1
t found I was married to a creature who
had an uncertain temper and who was
fussy about his food and who doled out
his money for the household expenses as
though It hurt Mm, I felt as children do
who have Just discovered that there Is no
Santa Claus. Romance pasned and toler-1
ance lingered. Often It seemed that that
would pass, too. Three children came to
us. Two died, and when I saw the coffins
lowered Into the grave I asked why they
had been given only to be taken. The joy
of motherhood was no compensation for
the pain of loss. Our third child defied
bis parents and has gone out Into the
world to find success In his own way.
Perhaps he" will find It; perhaps he won't.
It may be that only shame and failure
wait for him at the end of the road.
Sometimes I lie awake all night wonder
ing where he Is and having terrible visions
of that shame and failure and death."
The gray-eyed girl, growp old, nodded.
"Yes," she answered, "that Is hard. But
let me show you the other side of the
shield. I set out to be self-sufficient.
While I. was young, ambition to succeed
as a painted of portraits closed the gates
of my heart to any other guest. Because
I was always busy there was no lack In
my life. The time came when there were
knockings, even though faint, on the door
of my heart. Ambition remained the only
guest. 1 worked tremendously and my
work was successful. When I heard the
postman ring I looked eagerly at my let
ters, but only to see which contained
checks.' I had' passed from the first age
of w'oman when she looks for lo;e letters
to the second when she looks only for
checks. " I went on with my portrait
painting, and as I painted faces and fig
ures I knew I was also painting the hearts
and ' souls of my sisters. It was a fas
cinating pursuit. But one day as I sat
alone after a long sitting and glanced
with weary eyes at a portrait I had Just
finished J wished that there was some
heart 1 knew thoroughly and to which I
possessed the absolute key. I was tired
of guessing the secrets of the hearts hid
den behind the masks of those faces. 1
wanted one of my own," in which there
was no mystery, one which I could read
as a printed page. At I realized this
there was an ache in my own heart.
For the first time in Ufa I was lonely. I
got up and walked to my mirror. I
laughed at the grim, tired woman it re
flected. The awakening to the need of
loving companionship had come, but too
late."'
"Bit we can never be sure that It will
be loving companionship." The face of
the' browM-eyed woman "hardened:" The
gray eyes looked at her with steady In
quiry. - . .. . I .
"Then you are not satisfied that mar
riage is the only career for a woman?"
she quoted. The other woman shook her
head.
"And you?" she asked. "Does the
thought of belonging to anyone still re
volt you? Are J oil glad that you have
walked the path of succets without human
hindrances?"
"In these latter years' my arms have
ached for them." confesed the woman
with the sea-ln-December eyes.
They looked at each other across the
fire that was dying Into ashes.
"And there are but the two roads."
"There is no other way."
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UTTLE BOBBIE'S PA
By WIUM I'. K1HK.
I got a feerce letter the other day from
a knocker, aed Pa, he had red one of my
artlkles In wlch I sed that I hail picked
sum of the gratest poets that ewer
lived & sum of the other gratest men. I
had Bums In the list, aid Pa, : this
knocker sent ine a printed slip wlch was
cut from a artlkel rote by a grate rlter
who sad this Burns was a obscure Scotch
poet wich left nothing behind him but
debts & broken harts."
I think it is a shaim for anybody to
say that about Burns, sed Ma. wl.s'i
my old acotcn aaa cuu nave ssen mo
roun that role them words beefoar he
ote them. I am sure he wud newer have
inte them.
Well, sed I'a, I wlh ray old Scotch
dud cud have s;en him after he rote the
lines. He wud newer have livtd to rite
any other lines. If Burns was obscure,
sed Fa, so was Shakespecr.
Pa, I asked him, what d'es ob-scure
mean?
It means, sad Pa, sumthing dull & un
herd of, like a I'p-State Tammany poll
tishun. Maybe Burns left nothing behind him
but debts A broken harts, sed Pa. but I
doant be-leeva It. He mite have pwed a
fw grocers, etc.. sed Pa, but there Is a
hit of peepul in the world wlch have done
that, the same as a lot of grocers has
died A left a lot of over charges. & as
far as the broken harts he left beehiinl,
ed Pa. thare is a lot of grate & good
men today wlch ha left more broken
harta beehlnd them every flhcal year
Bursa ewer left bcsuluA. I know a
man nalmed Ttoektfeiler. sed I'a. wlch
left a few broken harts beehlnd hiin
wen he left Minnesota & the ore dlstrlck.
The kind of broken liarU wlch Bohbia
Burns left beehlnd him, Pa sed, Is the
kind of harts thiit wa.i made to he
Lroken. fc that brpJl; themselves.
Well, red Ma, doant git so excited
about it that you are Mabel to bust a
blood vosxel. Burns Is ded & gone, & i
client want you to go the tame vva
Wife, sod Ta, & he was very -r .
he sed It, ha was the soberest I have saw
hint for sumtime. wife, I wish I cud go
the same way Bobble IMrns went. I wish
I cud die as he died after having lived as
he lived &. I wish I cud have left to the
uurld a lot of lines like
O Wad sum power the Ulftle Ciie us
To see oursels as Others see I'a.
Why. sed Pa. Bobble Bums left some
thing buehlnd him that all the Carnegay
libraries in the wurld contain. Bobbie
Hums wasent a vary good man himself,
according to the way our grate men nalm
good men & deeflne good men. Hobble
wasent good to himself, he dlodent live
to a gaod old age playing golf & going
to church but the Hevven that these care
ful good men will newer reech will be
full of the sunshine that Bobble Burns
made. & Hobble will be thare. ft ha
wont be ob-scure In that Hevven. sed Pa.
bless Bobble Burns sed I'a. What we
want is less Wulrd Makers & Wurld
Jdakera. A moie men like Hubble Burns.
M f U Scotch H ilbL ; . "
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PtOU CAHfT NNOIOC ANT OF TOUR S CJiC FATU.ei
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J As to Perfumes
Qreeks of anti'iuity anointed themselves
with a perfumed substance thrice a day,
u that the delicious odor niight never
cease. The custom was carried to such
an extreme that Bolun enacted ft law
forbidding the Athenians to use scented
mixtures.
In England a tate for perfumes ap
pears to have been prevalent in Shakes
peare's day. During the lifvluue of leau
Swift the stores of perfumers were th
resorts of loungers. IIh wrote: "Firs
Issued from perfumers' shops a crowd o
faHlilonahlo fops."
Matrimony would suuu be a i't urt
If we could begin at tho end lllldi ic
liavenin.il.
hatistr( al of tho
pleasure and ex
citement of family
spats. Consequently
whenever thy were
left by their lone
some they found
themselves In ft
conversational dead
lock.
This was not be-
causo they naa
reused to love each
Other, lor, ill re
allty, they we a
devoted couple. It
waa merely a case
of Moo' much John
son," and of JuiV
Ing gotten a sur
feit of each other's
society. At length!
however, each began to perceive mai it
waa Rough on Rats or Reno for him, or
her! unless there was a break a.way. or
soma variety was introduced Into ther
rtallv menu.
Hut although the husband was so tired
nf his wife, lt'aave him "the fantods Just
to look at' her. ha' never even suspected
that she waa a trifle weary of gaslng
unon his lioWe Und ' niahty form, and al
though tho wife had gotten to me piece
that she felt as if she must hurl the
coffee pot at lier husband'a" head If she
had to' llstch Oho' TnoTa time to ins
hestnutty anecdotes, it never aawneo
..... ).nCT ...t.v.
upon her tnai ne was n"
they .didn't hand out Carnegie hero medals
the men who had been marriou m-
teetT years, Instead of unworthily bestow-
II g fhB'n upon mere pmv,
one nothing but save irves.
Therefore the situation was rraugui
Ith complications.
"I opine,'! said the husband to him
self, "that my wife is a complete com
pendium of all that a female should n.
put because you like a wholesome health
food for breakfast Is no sign nai you
want to gorge yourself on It from soup to
nuts. I should not care to ive on cavar
nd olives and tabasco sauce, put now,
ml tien I pine for them for a relish,
nd tliat V0' tr domesticity.
"I apprehend that I Bnan enu in
padded cell unlesa I can get a, etiapge
rom the dea level of family life. It
ss gotten on my nerves untlj I feel as If
was faithful Fdo left 0,lt on "trlng
by a fat woman.
As a model of what a husband should
be I apprehepd that mine is tne real
goods that Is all wool and a yu' J wldn,"
reflected the wire, "and I wouio no taae
hint bade o the mat"imoiilai liarCaln
counter and exchange him (or anything
hey've got in stock, but this thing of
undiluted domestclty and monotonous
marriage has gotten me woosy, onq I
am In that state or mind in wni-it a
woman smashes the crockery, or runs
off "with' the chauffeur Just for the fun
of hearing the crash."
Now as neither the husband nor wife
was on to It that tho other was bored
stiff, and as they were noble and con
sclentlous creatures, they began to frame
up con games for getting away tnat tney
could pfft across on each other.
I fear," said the wlfo os she com
muned with her own sou, "that f am
wicked apd selfish woman to leave my
poor devoted husband, who )h dependent
on my society for his only happiness, but
there's got to be a get away for muh to
save my life, and here goes.'
Thereupon she went t" her husband
and turning on the tremolo stop, she thus
addressed him:
Alas," she said, "it wrings my heart
to tlllk of leaving yuu for even ft few
brief weeks, or 1 um ulways miserable
away from your aw, uui our precious
little Johnny Is looking, pale, and as It Is
mothers place to sun-trice iierseir ror
her children, I feel that It Is my sacred
duty to take him to Florida for the wn
ter."
At these words the husband secretly
threw a fit of delight, hut being a gen
lleman iu dissembled his Joy ant) drew a
long face.
"What ou say Is true," he replied
"Parents must not consider thi-niHt-lvcj
when their children s good Is fit stake
and while the house w he sad gut) deno
late without your presence In t, and
shall pine for your society, t fuel that It
Is' oily ' right that we should make this
sacrifice for the health of our child, and
I trust that you will not let the thought
of my loneliness iurry you back.
After havng handed each other this
soft talk the woman Mew herself for
a lot of swell rags, and hiked off for
Palm Beach, where she shunted little
Johnnie off on a side track, and pro
ci-tdd to make thlgs hum
The man also was obs-irved, as he re
turned from seeing his wife off on th
trail-, to wear his green velour lid on tl
1 bids of Ills hcal. and Voiiia tilths look
n ills eye, ana in tne sunscqueni pro
ceedings he established ft new record for
swift action in looping the loop. II sat
up In little games until the cows came
home; he was a good Samaritan who led
hungry chorua girls and the bottlea he
opened raised the high' water mark. In
tho cafes. .
Nor did he neglect his duty as a hus
band. The last thing, every afternoon,
ihat he' did tiefore leaving his office wat
to dictate an affectionate letter to his
wife, telling her how sad he wo without
l.er, and how he was counting the long
hcura until her return, but that ' the
thought t'iat she waa wel and happy
and Dear Johnnie Improving, cheered him
In the lonely city.
And on the way this veracious missive
crossed one from the wife In which she
related how dreary even a gay winter
hotel was without lier darling hubby,
and how nothing but the thought of a
mother's duty to her child Kept per nailed
to her cross.
And as neither husband nor wife for a
moment suspected that each, was pelng
trunjf 'by Jhe other, al went well, and
when their vacation was over they were
both glad to return to their happy" home
once more. '
Moral: This fable teaches that It Is a
merciful dispensation of Providence that
h,usband and wives are riot mind reader.
THE MANICURE LADY
J
A lot of them newspaper men is vain .
rersons, tin t tney ueorger- asucu tna
Manicure Lady. " ' ,
I always found them all right," said
the Head Barber. "For follows that
has a lot to be vain about. I think
they are kind of modest. Why?" '
"Oh. nothing much," said th Mani
cure Lady, "only ike morgan was in
ere the other day to hay bis nails
did, and It seems he has Just won a
big silver loving cup for playing the
least worqt golf of any newspaper man '
In the league. Honest to goodness,
Ueorge, the was that boy went on and '
aved when he was describing the all-
ver cup Would nave mane your neart
thump.
I don't know much about golf, ex- .
ept that Wilfred told me it waa some- .
thing like educated shlnncy, but it
must bo some gamo when it can keep
bright hoys like Mister Dorgan inter
ested enough t win silver cup. Ike
told me all about how he cania lo win '
the prim. He said he had two or three
tough men to peat out, but he said, he I
was a good money player, mcanlpg that .
he never lost hi nerves or 'his heart
when the playing got hard and close:
lie told me that he was Tad brother." ;
What difference dues t make whose i
brother he Js," nked the Head. Bathe,
a ong as he can wn silver, cups?
"1 don't suppose It makes any differ
ence," replied the Manicure Lady, "only
I guess he wonted mo to know that he
came from a Illustrious famiy;" Jle told
me that it was (lis brother that made up
them'daffydllls, like 'If a Chines Oow
ager loves to chow the rag, wba would
Wane lui?'
"There's no uso tajUIng, George, brains .
is brains, and I'm glad to hear that
Tad's brother won that cup. Most young .
brothers is up against it when they
i.uva fumoii!! nlilnr til-others, like the case
of Bob Dalley. All the manager used
to say 'Why, yes, to he sure. I know; Bob. .
II is Peter Dalley' brother." "
"Now I know something," said the
lHttd Barber. "Now I know w hy it Is
that your brother Wilfred never gofc no
rial fame. He w the younger brother
of the cleverest girl that 1 have ever
met."
I wouldn't u so far as to say that."
confeaeed the Manicure Lady, with all
due' humility. "I know that Wilfred gets
kind of Jealous sometimes when he hears '
about my popularity and my success, put
I don't think that ie cares a lot after
all. Just so I have enough of them ducats
In my pocketbook so I can make lilm
fi l that It ain't going to be such' a long
and hard winter uftjr all.
'That's one thing I gotta admit about
WJlfred." He never begrudges one of his
reiauvra " J j . , d a mm .w
knows that they can cash enough of the
success ti declare him in on the kale
fifty-fifty.''
"You're getting too slangy for me to
talk to you," declared tho Head Barber.
" 'peclaro him n on the kale, Tifty
flfty." That's a fine line of talt for a
young ludy to spread out. Just between
you and I. if I was a girl, I' would taka
belter care of my Kngllsh."
"Well, George," snipped the Manicure
l-idy, "I mux be a JUHe slangy, put I
pave never sank so low as to say 'Be
tween you and I.' If I didn't know enough
to say 'Between me and you," I woulda t
talk at all."
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