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Reading the Chatv
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1 lie Jrli6tl . Wealth "Mocks Their Useful ToiWTheir Homely Joys-and Destiny Obscure"
By Nell Brinkley
copyright, lnUrnatlon.il News Service.
Bj ADA rATTEHSOX
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Experts Claim to be able to read .char
acter by the face, by the head, by the
walk, by dress, by handwriting and even
by shoes, nnd no one has been able or
willing to ieriy the
claim. Nbt u.itU V
this moment have -YSB
I met anypne whp
assorts that the
telephone reveals
character. I-' am
that one.
Tclephtmb man
ners are- as true a
test of chaf-ncter as
Is travel. At best
the telephone Is un
reliable. Jt plays
strange tricks with
modulation A wild
buzz causes one to
loaa a word or two
and,' Irritation Is
likely to ensue.
Those who love each other nnd would
shun a .quarrel would' better avoid the
telephone. It la a trying institution, and
boca&se it is trying, is an invaluable aid
In reading the character of the person at
thq .telephone.
The man or woman who Is Irritable at
the telephone Is fairly sure to be lrrl
' table In any of the little crises of life
and to "go to pieces" at the big ones
Buoh a man or wpman lacks poUe. He
Is short on self-control. He lacks that
balance which enables him to weather
the, storms of life, and Is likely to float
to shore a wreck, A 'man who nearly
fainted -with rage and discomfort whllo
he had to endure, the heat and darkness
of .a telephono booth on an August dav,
has'' .brought up at the expected point.
Hn.is a walking case of nervous exhaus
tion.' a dipsomaniac and a failure.
The natural voice asserts Itself at, trje
telephone. Voices are of two kinds, the
born t ml the made, nnd Under the stress
of telephoning, especially when the person
at the ptljpr end of the wire Insists upon
foolishly saying "Speak louder," 'it never
helpp matters to "speak loudor." It does
vastly help them to "speak more dis
tinctly" or to "speak more slowly." The
mode voice fades and the natural voice
Is heard -In Us pristine quality. A voice
that. Is naturally thin and knlfo-llke and
perfunctory potlte. Is a repcllant vplce at
the,' telephono and the character of the
person with the voice Is correspondingly
repellant It bespeaks a tate of strain
and tension that Is unhealthy In the
speaker and unhealthful for .the speak
er's, associate.
A' young man hung up the telephone re
ceiver wlt a thoughtful look aid salrtt1
"I should Uko to know the woman who
answered that message." "Why?" I
asked "Because her manner Is. composed
and .the voice Is low nnd rich." Aftur-
waXs Ii,ca?jB to k5V0W-hat v:?wn-.,Ttie,
young man's instinct' was "fight. "Her
character Was a mine of Hidden , treas-
Not qjily .does the voice at he tele
phofTe tolV'tta tale, but the manner of de
livery confirms it. The clrsp, biting ut
terance discloses th'o working of an acute
mind. ' 1
The Jjoltng. message reveals shynos.i.
The rambling message plainly tells that
its. author, doesn't know what he wants
and doesn't know how to say so.
Tho hurled petulant manner hints not
only of a testy temper. !but, of" a tumult
of nerves. "Mollle Is cross," tho recipi
ent of tho message wlllprobably say, ao
he hangs up the recejyer. but ho might
better have said "Mollle's nerves are dis
ordered," for crossness is always caused
by disordered' " nerves and temper is
merely a barometer showing the state of
the little silver-wires of the body! No
one Is ever deliberately "cross."
The person who conducts a lengthy
conversation by telephone Is as selfish
as one who tells a long story- When we
can see the face of the listener our tele
phones messages will be briefer and pur
eelf satisfaction will materially lessen.,
"Whenever I hear his name Announced
I get a chair," oho business man told me
or a lesser one. when we steal time at
a transmitter we ore' aj guilty 'as though
wa stole money from a purse. We know
not In what tangle .or tumult are the
day's affairs of the person at the. other
end or tne spanning wire nor how he may
be inwardly cursing us for our Inroads
upon his day's program. The woman who
calls up a man for a sentimental con
versation during business hoiira does not
endear herself to him by bo doing.
The telephone Is an instrument to be
used only in emergencies. -The more w
regard It as a mere emergency machine,
the better wllbe our telephone manners,
Hooray! Baby To
Rule the House
No Longer Do Women Fear The Great
est of All Human Blessings.
It Is a Joy and comfort to know that
those much-talked -of pains and other dis
tresses that are1 said to precede child-bearing
may easily be avoided. No woman need
fear the slightest discomfort if she wilt
Jortlfy herself with the well-known and
lim-honored remedy, "lHjther's Friend."
This Is a most grateful, penetrating, ex
ternal application that At once softens unX
makes pliant the abdominal muscles and
ligaments. They naturally expand without
the slightest strain, and jtbus not only
banish all tendency to nervous, twitching
spells, bat there is an entire freedom froa
nausea, discomfort, sleepleainest and dread
that so often 'leave tbelr Impress upon the
babe.
The occasion is ' therefore one df on.
bounded,' Joyful anticipation, and too much
stress can not be laid upon the remarkable
Influence which a mother's happy, pre-ata).
disposition has upon the. health and for
tunes' of the generation to come.
Mother's Friend is recommended only for
thf relief and comfort of expectant mothers,
thousands, of whom bare uscdand recom
mend, it Ton will find It on sale at all drug
stores at 11.00 a bottle. Write to-day to the
Bradfleld Regulator Co., 130 Lamar Bide.,
Atlanta, 9a., for a most Instructive book on
hts greatest of all subjects, Botnersood.
Nell Brinkley Says: -: r
So ar$ there atraye In this wide world--tboy. who have strayed away
from their heart's, desire; those homely folks whose feet have been always
nimble, who like best to work with their own hands, who cjlng to old
surroundings,- who have pet chairs, and
change through years, who take deep root and suffer when they are torn
out and replanted Into alien soil of these is the little faded but still spry,
lady whose hands He Idle under protest, whoso eyes are a bit weary, as
they never were under the woes and worries of her first simpler home.
She gazes with awe at the newly-dug up family 'scutcheon,' dusted with
Jewels, rampant on the door of the shopping limousine, broldered in silvery
white on the napery.
The vast expanses of mirror-like floors sometimes scare her for they
are mighty lonely and then anyway she Is, as sue says "heavy on her feet"
A Captive Lark
By MADGE LITTLETON.
I heard a lark sing the other morning
in the clear, cool, space which follows
sunrise and precedes the triumphant
mounting of the summer sun to hla morn
ing glory. I heard a lark sing, as I
have heard many a one sing before and
yet, on that day, It seemed to me that the
tiny black speck, soaring away Into the
Illimitable blue, sang to me with the
voices of a thousand sad little captives,
Below him were spread the rolling,
green waves of a vast plain, limited only
by the horizon above him the mystery,
which we call the sky. "Everywhere -was
liberty, freedom, wide spaces, the cool
air of morning and yet I read Into that
little singer's ecstatic song a passionate
plaint, a note aa of hopeless rebellion and
pn, n :t:,f i
And why ? Maybe because a ahort spade
before i 'had" ' heard another lfurk .sljtf;
had heard . his passionate trilling. Issue
from a little -box of k cage, -hanging on.aJ
blank wall in a dark : city' street. .
His was th one note . of . ecstasy In
that drag little world-but It was, I
thought, the ecstaay of exquisite pain.
, Who knows what the memory ot a bird
may be?
Ilia song spoke to me of exile, of mem
ories of green fields, and of the sandy
dunes of the seashore, where he bad.
first tried hla wins,
A line of sullght darted into the bird's
dreary prison, and It seemed to me that'
his song thrilled with a keener pain. Did
he remember the summer mornings' when
he had greeted the sun's uprising, hod
bathed in the liquid gold of the stre ngth
enfng beams, had soared to the very
gates of Heaven, and then, appalled,
maybe, by his own boldness, had dropped,
dropped, dropped, swift as a falling stone.
to the kindly bosom Of mother earth
once moreT
Who can say that he did not think uf
these things?
And who, realizing the possibility of
thfs pain of memory, can take upon 'him
self the responsibility of one of .these
little captives?
You say that the bird sings, happily
these warm summer days, that hi song
rings through the morning hour, and
only dies away with the setting of thn
sun. 11
Bo. And have you never heard of the
Uttle ways df 'affeotlon that do not
qulstte poesy which ha welled straight
from the broken heart of some sad prlu
oner in an alien land?
We chant these songs in our hearts,
knowing that the pain of men went to the
making of their loveliness. But we think
of the captivity- with sympathy for thp
singers. We do not count that the pain
and travail have been wiped out by the
song.
Do not think that we can assUm an
absolute dominion over the lives of pur
fronds of the animal world and not have
to render some sort of account of ur
actjons. po not think If for a moment.
.Every little tyranny, every thought
lesa action, every refusal to grant Justice
to a dependent creature, leaves, a brutal
Ulng mark on your own character. Von
cannot get way from this. And do not
tell, me this is of no lmDortarfA in vn
Vor the- rqeasuret your fetng in this
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The $qni$ire Lady
By WILLIAM F. KIRK
"I see where a suffragist named Inez
somebody was up to Sing Sing tho other
day Investigating the conditions In the
prison," said tho Head, .Barber. "I sup
pope fo maqy of therof ladles has "been
guests In the English ' Jails that sh
wanted to pick her out a nice apart
ment." 1' 1
"I was. tealing, about, jt, ,too," said the
Manicure Lady. "I seen where she asked
to hive herself chatf.ed to a convict, or
handcuffed to him, to see how the things
worked. I suppoqe - ahe thought that
would bo something, funny for her to tell
her girl f'rleiid after 'he got hack bdmr,
but I wonder If Ke had any regard for
the poor convict's- feelings. I think It it
kind of bum comedy for a free girl to go
around getting handcuffed to an unfre
criminal, The poor fellow must have feft
like a awful Joe when she was stand
Jng het9 grnnlpg. She could go out
and ride away In her auto, and he had
to go back and- keep oh being a con
vict" '! don't suppose, prison conditions ar
ever very pleasing." said the Head Bar
per. "Prison's ain't built to be pleasant
hm. If thev wsa, s. lot of cjty folKS
She wishes wistfully that the ceilings wore Jower as the "ceilings hovered
lovingly above hpr bead In tho pretty cottage that hold hor, her babies, anc
her poyerly In the first yeafrs of her love.
Sometimes when there is the empty house her boys and girls, who
are taking daring wing into tho social skies are out, and there is no one but
the servants to see, she drosses in a plain black gown with tho real "vnl.'
'laco ihat. her . husband bought hor from a slender, wallet long. ago, at tho
wrists and throat, and raps at the door of her "long ago.' But she 1ms' nbt
dared to go baok so far as to make pie again! She is really interested in
the welfare of the cook which Is a shocking thlngl
In a hard, marvelous carvon, Jacobean chair she bUb (her beautiful,
big, broad mind that has not much to love nowadays remomberlng .ascertain
comfy rocker with a Turkey-red cushion that stood In tho kitchen, tho
rocker that waited with opon arms for her to shell poas and peel patotoes),
she sits the buckled and braided footman at her elbow,
She smiles, at him' for it has been this busy, big-hearted woman's
matter, IS the measure of the depths to
whlah you have sunk or the heights to
which yoxx have risen. You will never
find a great mind blunted In this way
aa to our responsibility towards the
creatures who depend so much and ro
lovingly on us.
'I' have taken the birds as an Illustra
tionan illustration which happened to
bft n front' of my own eyes.
But you must all realize your particular
position in this matter for yourselves.
."All I Insist upon Is that you think of
these things, and do not let custom,
laziness,, or the sense of your apparently
unlimited power blind you to your very
definite responsibility. For there Is no
neglect so shameful, no tyranny so despic
able as those which ahe exercised on the
helpless and the trusting. Think well, In
the first place, if you have any right to
some of your pets, if your affection Is
not but cruelty taking another direc
tion. And, with regard to the others, think
no thoughtfuiness too great which will
help you to carry through with a clear
conscience the heavy responsibility you
must have assumed.
could break their lease and, pove there,
But I think there Is a lot of good fel
lows In charge of tho prison;, that tries
to make it as easy as a hard life can be.
And them Jail Investigation don't do
much good anyhow. The investigators
go away, and If the warden 1 a devil
he will he a devil again the minute their
backs I turned, only worse. It' too
much of a problem for girls to sojve.
anyhow."
"Brother Wilfred was In Jail once,"
said the Manicure Lady. "The poor boy
was arrested by mistake when he waa
coming over frpm Jersey on a ferryboat,
and he had to spend a day and a night
in Jail before he could get to us, I guts
It wa awful for one of his proud spirit
to be sticking around a little cell n the
cooler, trying to explain that he wasn't
the real pickpocket, I know whn wo ot
him home he was nearly prostrated, and
got eq luny In the night that- he raved
about the horrors ot a prioon until pa
had to get up and get him a shot of
high-proof stuff off the sideboard, to
prove to him that he waa at home and
among friends."
"Did they treat him mean when he waa
In there?" asked the Head Barber.
'No," eald the Manicure Lady, "I guess
rr-
Without the
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
New hope may bloom, and days may
come, of milder, calmer beam!
But there's nothing half so sweet In life
as love's young dream.
-THOMAS MOORE.
Junior writeai "I am IT years of nge,
and about five months ago I met a girl
Of the same age. I love this girl so that
I would do anything for her. I have
taken her out several times and have
Often told her I. love her. Now, sho is
the first girl I ever did really love, and.
she is the only one I will over love,
please tell me how I can find It she
loves me," '
And you love hor ao that you would do
anything for her! What a whiff of frar
grant memory that statement brings
from the pastl We have all loved and
peen loved In that way. If we haven't,
Sht litarly Agreei With George
Daring On of Thtlr Debate
they didn't pay no attention to htm ot
all. He said when he got home that
the worst thing about a Jail was the
environment one I placed In. Wilfred
was always kind of particular about hie
surrounding, and even if a prison cell
Is nice and clean you must admit, George,
that the surroundings (a kind of minor
league.
"When Wilfred got rested up from his
awful experience he wrote a poem called
'My Prison,' and pent it to the Flour A
Feed Courier up on Washington Heights.
He wa so tickled when they printed? it
that he ha always said since that !u 4
way he waa glad ho had the experience
This I how It weptt
"My prison cell was small and dingy,
With here a flea and there a Jigger.
The architect must have been quite
stingy
Or I think he would have planned it
plgger.
Now roam I free beneath the star,
And wth pure Joy my heart doe swell,
Because I hate them prlfdn bars
That kept me In that awful cell!"
"Ain't that the limit?" exclaimed the
Head Barber. "When that came out in
the paper they ought to have sent hlpi
right hack."
habit to smllo often and much. But his stiff and' rigid faco refuses to smllt
on hern. And she romembors that it isn't at all what ho approvos qt. In
his stiff hands ho carries hor toa and tho tiny cakes someone else has
mado. And boforo her brooding oyes, In tho centor of tho great drawing
room, rises a picture of what four-o'clock In tho evenlng-tlmo had been.
In It she sees herself, singing low, tho summer broezo stirring tho muslin
curtains, nnd a sloopy robin hammering metallically in tho weod-lot, a fresh
chocolate cal(o and a doloctablo apple pie cooling onHho sill, the boginnlhgf
of dinner ("suppor," she whispers to horsolf,) singing joyfully on the stovtv
on her hip a yollow howl, whllo round and round her capable hand stirs (
spoon In tho dark swoot batter of glngor-broad.
But tho dream fades, and tho little woman who does not find wo&lU
and, tho gilt that goes with It a comfortable- thing, looks at hor ldlo hands in
her lap, and If such a "plum swcot" little woman could sniff or -snort, nh
would do that same thing whon sho gltmpsos tho little cakes- pn,;thQi'fopt''
man's tray. . ..'''. V
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Test of Time
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.then heaven help u, for wo have missed
much out of life.
You would Jo anything for herl You
think this hour after hour, and the day
drag on, offering no precipices to scale,
no, cliff to Jump from, no .rivers to
swim, no devouring flames from which
you could carry her unconscious form,
and the only Indian In sight stands In
front of a tobacco store.
Not a get-tamous-qulck opportunity in
eight) It Is enough to dlscourngo any
lover of 17 years. But, my dear young
man, wait! There are ways of showing
your Jovo which time will unfold, and
which will requlrq greater heroism than
any you dream of.
You get (I urn presmlng this) about $
a week. Would you give all to her, week
after week, reserving only enough for
your carfare, and make no demand that
she account for the spending of It? No
riycr wnB ever so cold, so deep, nor so
rapid, thnt swimming It Required an sub
lime courage as this.
Are you strong enough to look at the
same face at every meal for the rest of
your life, and make no complaint of
monotony?
There was never a precipice so steep
that the cllmblntr of It required greater
patience than Is required of the man who
hears the same petty .complaints, tho
same unreasonable whines and the same
Inane attempt at wit. day after day, and
clmb above himself In a determination
to let thpm neither dlspust nor annoy.
Are you bravo enough for that?
There are np flame hotter than those
life kindles for the man who marrje the
choice of his JT-year-old wisdom and la
compelled to love, honor nnd cherish that
choice when he ho grown older nnd the
year have changed him. Could you en.
dura this much?
'You would do great thing for her,
Junior, but would you dq the many thing
of which the Carneglp hero commission
takes no note, but which are pravor
deed than those-for which It make
awards?
It is easy to be a hero when colors
are flying, the band is playing and the
eye of the world are turned one's way,
but could you be a hero when' your
bravery must go unnoticed, and when the
paorlflce of your heart's blood Is classed
a the most trifling Of duties?
You say he la the only girl you have
ever, loved, or ever will love. That may
make your elders smile, but the smile la
a tender one. Alt mtn have loved In that
way. All. girl's have "been loved In that
fashion. " 4
At qno t'me wo wero, all member o'
the One-LoVe-ror-Llvo club, and some ol
us held membership o- long as , ihrJ .
rnpnth. You hayo Just been sworn In,
and aro taking oath that you will hold
membership so long as life lasts. It Js
a joy to hear you. - It is a delight to see
ono who ha such faith In himself that
thovsh the mountains may change, oveii
the sun, moon and stars, he knows that '
he, alone la unchangeable.
You wish to know If she loyes youl'
Ask her. And know, If sho says "ye,",
thnt alio loves you In the ame undying",,
unchapglng fashion as you love her.
And for at least six week this wilt b :
true. Enjoy every minute of that tlm
whllo It Inst, it will bo something tt
brighten your twilight when you have
grqwn old. It will make you oharltabH
to the young. It will glye you an under
standing of youth that should be help,
ful. and it will keep your heart mellow
It 1 a pretty, drenro, Junior- do 6h
dreaming, my boy, but don't marry be.
foro you have awakened and your eye
are wide open.
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New Way to Fight Fat
Gains Many Adherents
,L (Prom Weekly Graphic.)
When bath, exercise and starvotlor
fall, the over-fleshy are now advised tc
eat a boranlum Jujube nnr each meal
It's tho newest way to fight fat. From
all reports, It appears to bo a urce'fu)
aa well a safe and easy method. Tin
Jujube, which is quite palatable, is usv
to convey the extract of a certain aigat
found growing on rocks In tho ocean
This extract la said to have tho fffeot oi
removing fatty obstructions and clear
Ing the natural ducts of oily secretions
Already the demand for these boran
turn Jujubes is something remsrkab'e ac
cording to ono of the leading druggist
If tho new fat reducer will do all that U
claimed for It. whoever discovered It is
likely to become wealthy aa to be a
menace to the financial situation. Cer
tain It is that many thousands have beet
crying for something wJileh would reailv
take off flesh, and do tlu-i without a lot
of work and worry on their art.-Ad
yertlsement.
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