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Harking Back
Moths and Flames
s.rrta. By Nell Brinkley
Too "Nintimate"
Copyright, 1911, Internatl6nal
Ypung JuxtuxlwaB an Aztec, and a lad of nerve and mottlo,
Who resided 'neathtbo shadow of Mount Popocatepetl,
And one day when the volcano, which was prone to bo abrupt,
Rumbled sullen Indications of Its purpose to erupt,
Young Juxtuxt cried, "I'll stop It!" and a half an hour lator
Folks observed him, scowling grimly, as ho sat upon the crater.
Fragments of htm 'now are floating down the shining milky way, -
For this early Aztec hero was the Murphy of his day.
King Canute, from whose top story rocks would harmlessly rebound,
Noticed how his subjects hustled whon he ordered them around;
Till at last ho grew to fancy that so powerful was he
His commands would be respected by- the sun and winds and sea.
So he stood beside the ocean on a sultry summer day,
And In stern and awful accents told tho tide to run away.
When tho tide came in thoy fished him out, and loft him thero to rage,
For tho ivory-teaded monarch was the Murphy of his age.
When Chief Bone-Dome, the Apacho, saw a whizzing railroad train
Dashing like a desert dust storm over mesa, butte and plain,
lie decided he would stop it, and his warriors, scowling black,
Helped him draw a four-ply cow-rope taut across the Iron track.
When tho engine hit that cow-rope, sundry braves, by leaps and bounds,
Took an unexpected Journey to the Happy Hunting Grounds.
They were gifted, were those redskins, with an Ignorance sublime,
Which was quite to be expected of the Murphys of their time.
In speaking to 300 women .graduate
who hid trained themselves "for different
profession, President Edward J. James
of the University of Illinois ealdt
"Thp woman who
chooses the career
of marriage when
the opportunity of
fers ltbelf, or when
she mnkes It for
Ut'rself, as every
woman can, Is
choosing a high
way io social serv
ice -'irhlch is far
ahead of all teach
ing, or legal of
medical service she
can -possibly render
to society."
That- Is as may
be, Jtr.T C o U e g e
PrtBK3r)U If you r
w.era woman you '
wouldT" know that
tho opportunity to
marry th,o, kind, of a man you would like
t6 nava'tfor'aV'huaband and for the father
of your children doesn't always present
Itself. Likewise that there are tens ot
thousands ot women who have not been
ab)e to capture a husband ot any sort,
although they have done their level best.'
Also, If you are honest, you must admit
that there are many, many women mar.
rled who had no business to get married,
and whose marriages are a crime against
It Is the custom to pet maudllnly drunk
on sentimentality when you talk to girls,
and to advise them to marry, and to
maunder on about the beauty and the
glory of wifehood and motherhood, but
all of us In our sober senses know that
whethef wifehood or motherhood Is beau
tiful and glorious depends altogether on
how a woman Is fitted for the Job, and
how she pulls It off.
Undoubtedly a good wife and mother
Is the noblest work of God, and such a
one. performs great service to society.
On. the4 other hand, a mean wife and
mother ,1s the devil's first lieutenant, and
the harm that such a one does to the
world le incalculable,
If we-had motHers who have given us
a George Washington and an Abraham
Lincoln, let us also reflect that we have
mothers who have given us our Gyp the
Bloods and Leyt Louies, so there's no
use In raising any monuments to mother,
hood Until we find out wnat sort of a
product It has turned out. Certainly tho
mothers of the hundreds of grafters,
blackmailers, thieves and white slavers
In the world Have done no service to so
ciety for which the balance of us need
be granted to them.
A for there being anything particularly
meritorious In a woman marrying, that
also depends upon the spirit In Which she
does It. and the sort of a wife she makes.
The woman who marries a man for lovo
and because she feels that he Is her real
mate, and who bends her every energy
ot mind and body to loving service to
him. and to making him happy, un
doubtedly fills the highest and happiest
carter fate can allpt tq a woman, one
makes a home that adds to the sweet
ness and light of the world.
But what of the yourig ilrl who marries
an old man for his money, who sells her
self for the finery he can give her? What
of the woman who marries because It la
easier to work a husband than to work a
typewriter? What of the woman who
marries to escape being an old maid?
yhat of the woman who marries a mart
to curse him with her extravagance, her
temper, her nagifng tongueT
Is anything noble In such marriages?
Anything worthyt Isn't the honest little
working Slrl who earns her own bread
and butter a million times higher type
of woman than the one who marries Just
for a living? Isn't a home that Is a
place or discord a plague spot In the world
that Infects every Ufa that touches ttt
As a router of fact there are no two
other things on earth that need reform
I tig so much as wifehood and mother
hood, and instead of handing out Whole
sale advice to girl to get married we
Should be counselling them to go slow
about It, to consider whether they are
fit to be wives and mothers, and If they
are going to be better wives and mothers
than the present generation of women
Our asylums are crowded with the In.
sane and the ne'urotto that never should
have been born. Our penitentiaries are
overflowing with criminals who arc.
there because they had not the proper
Whether Marriage is a Blessing er t Crime
Defends Entirely ta The Kind of Marriage
rearing. Qur streets are full of hood
lum boys and wayward girl who have
had no restraining home Influence ex
ercised over them.
What we need Is not more mothers,
but better mothers, mother' who won't
think It is enough just to bear children,
but who feel their sacred responsibility
to rear them Into good cltlxens.
No one Is more filled with reverence for
a good mother than I am, but I see too
many women bringing up their children
to be curses to the world to shed any
tears over flub-dub sentiments over ab.
strict motherhood. Also I have seen too
many men thankfully paying tbelr wives'
expenses In Reno to look upon wifehood
as a grand career unless a woman makes
it noble by her unsetrish devotion.
In the meantime, while We concecd the
worth to society ot the good wife and
mother, why Ignore the service that has
been done by unmarried women? Has
any woman done more fbr her fellow
creatures than Jane Addarhs; who has
mothered, a ety irijtead of a brood of
nrr owni .Are noi miss iieien uouia s
philanthropies apt to be lessened Instead
of Increased by her marriage?
Had Dorothea tlx and Florence Night
ingale and Clara Barton and their many
old maid associates married and stayed
Ir. their own homes, might not the In
sane still be chained to the floors and
the sick and wounded be not properly
rared for?
And In private life Is it not almost
always.' the unmarried daughter who takes
care ot the old parents and helps educate
the nieces and nephews? It Is not the
unmarried wpmen In every community
who are at the head and front of every
good work? Who can Judge of the rela
tive value of their service and that ot
the shiftless mother ot 'commonplace
The truth Is that whether mtrrlago Is
a blessing or a crime depends altogether
upon the sort of a marriage It Is, and
whether a girl renders a social service
to her day and generation by wifehood
and motherhood depends altogether on
.how she acquits herself in those two dif
ficult roles.
"Perplexed." who seems to have a
distorted notion of the' valuation of
man's love, wishes to know )f she and a
friend whole woe Is of the same texture
shall change their dispositions and win
the love of man, or remain as they are
and stay single.
In this matter she describes her plight:
Both girls are good looking, they are
agreeable, as well educated as other
girts, and dress better than many, yet
no man comes wooing.
"We do not allow men to hug and
kiss us," Perplexed writes, "because We
know they hug and kiss' other girls snl
talk vilely about them afterward, ana
we don't want to be talked about In
that way. For the' reason that we are
reserved and do not chatter senselessly,
run after the men, and act craty about
them, wa are left severely alone. We
would 1IH to go to dances, parties and
theater with the boys, but they don't
seent to care to take us. Should we
change our dispositions, or remain the
same as we are and stay single?"
Remain as you are, Perplexed, and
don't get the notion Into your foolls'.t
I little head that that necessarily means
you will remain single. The girl who
has many lovers seldom marries, Tho
glr) who goes with this boy today and
another boy tomorrow, proving by the
number pf men who dangle around that
she possess a certain kind ot popularity,'
Is never the girl who marries first, and
seldom the girl who marries well.
The man. worth while, my dear, may
seek a magpie for an evening's amuse
ment, but he Will look elsewhere when
seeking a partner for life. He never
marries a girl who give him a kiss
for the mere asking, and who, he knows,
kissed A .yesterday and 3 the day be
fore, and left some mark of affection
ton every letter In the alphabet.
You did not state your age, but I
am sure you are extremely young, for
only the youthful look at life so darkly.
At 14 you consider yourself a hopeless
Poor silly moth, you flutter to your
Ho does not seek your lovo, he
does not care;
Ho but allows you, during evening'
To hold his hand, or elso to stroko
his hair.
Tho lake, the night, tho beauty of
tho scene,
Tho tenderness with which you
play your part,
Leave him quite calm, untroubled
nnd throne;
His vanity is touched, but not his
You seek to bind him closely to your
With benefits and favors givon
A maiden's duty and n. maiden's
-Should ever guard her heart and
When ho returns to business and to
You'll bo but one who lightly
crossed his path;
You'll have no part in nil tho daily
No placo within hlB home or on his
Then rouse yourself before it is too
Others may sympathize, but you
must bleed
In battle to escapes your deadly
fate; 1
Do not forget that you yourself
must lead.
The man with a surplus of wealth and
Idle time, and the . too-otten attending
poverty of heart, brain nnd soul, awakens
to manhood with the, discovery that he
hold In one hand a, candle and In the
Other hand matches, called pride, van
ity, passion, power and self, with which
to light St.
The devil la generous with his equip
ment, and never partial. The young man
with the unllghted candle looks around
and sees that many other men are simil
arly equlppedi- They have lighted their
candles and aro- making merry with the
moths' that are attracted by the flame.
' They shout with triumph as moth after
moth circles too near the flame, Is burned
and drops to the floor. And the man with
the greatest number of moths around hla
candle shouts tho loudest, for Is he not
the greatest hero among mankind?
Some day, perhaps, these candles will
burn to their sockets, and before they ex
pire a tiny flame will shoot forth from
every candle, burning the hand ot tho
man who holds it. But that Is a long
time, away, and many men are never
burned, so why fret the merry present
wth thoughts of a troubled future?
So all light their candles and mora
moths flutter soft and white and grace
ful, A snowflake falling from heaven
seemed never sweeter. 1
And the snowflake after It has fallen
to the ground and become a part of the
mire Is as a symbol of what happens to
the moth.
Theso silly moths see many things. In
the flames that were never there. They
see love, warmth of heart and soul,
caresses, ease, luxury and fine raiment,
and all of these little alluring, blinding,
dazslfng lights shot out from the flames
Stay the Same
spinster, and when you are 23 you will
be less alarmed both at your years and
ypur pending fate.
Neither will you call that pending fate
a "doom," as you do now, finding mora
reason every day you live that you did
not make a choice when too young to
choose wisely and that your happy girl
hood has been prolonged.
To talk of changing your disposition
In the hope of attracting a lover
Idiocy. ' You are as the Lord and your
mother made you, and I am glad that the
product of their efforts Is something
natural and sane. It Is a Joy to know
of two girls who do not strut and .ogle
and flirt and paint and powder and preen
their feathers to attract the men.
It is pleasant to learn there exists
two young women who do not walk out
as f dressed for market, and who do
not Impress all sane beholders with the
opinion that they aro making a very
Asarrt Yourself,
Dear Miss Fairfax: Before marriage
my wife said I must give up my profes
sion and all my friends. In doing this I
was forced to leave my people. I hav
been the main support of her brother,
mother and self for nearly two years.
Now she Is growing; very cold and seems
dissatisfied. Do you think It advisable
for me to go away? She does not care
tor me in any way, dui mat i am a
useful article. 8, A. P.
You must, first of all, refuse to support
thokts of her family wno are able-bodied.
You owe that much to them and to
If your wife continues to be dissatis
fied have a fair understanding with her
about the terms, and then separate. But
you mult attempt no concealment or
evasion of responsibility. Her unfairness
will never excuse yours.
Certainly Not.
Dear Miss Fairfax: I have been keep
ing company with a young man one year
my senior for the last four year. Ever
since i met him I have shown that I love
ff t y "'. . '
none Had aa great power ttr attract as-
the light that promises fine raiment.
The moths aro soft, pretty, silly, brain
less things. Bo brainless they would sell
their souls for fine clothes and think they
got the best ot the bargain. Every flut
ter of their wings that brings them nearer
the flames tell of his Intention.
Poor little things) If they sold only
their souls the price would not bo dear
enough, but this world has a way ot re
fusing to leave all punishment to the next,
and they sell more than their souls. They
sell their peace and happiness In this lire
aa well as all hope tor the next.
There Is no garment so fine that it Is
great display of very Inferior wares.
My dears, be Just as you arel Go to
the theaters with your mothers. It will
Increase your pleasure In the play to
know you are giving pleasure to her.
There are dances to which you can go
and have a good time, though only
girls attend. There are no bars to any
good, wholesome amusement to keep
out women unless some male escort at
tends. Don't mope because your lover Is long
on the way. and don't shed any tears
If he never comes, finding consolation
In the remembrance that many to whom
a lover has come would change places
with you If they could.
It Is finer and better, my dears, to
remain single, because the right man
failed to appear than to know the plight
of the millions of women whose terror
of splnsterhood was so great they mar
ried the wrong oiie.
Advice to the Lovelorn
him In every way, but never has here
turned any affection for me. Although
we are on good terms he never more
than greets me when he sees me. I am
much taller than he and believe that may
be the reason he does not care for me.
Do you think It would be proper for me
to tell him of my love for him straight
up and down. KOBE 8.
You have transgressed the borders of
good taste In showing that you love him.
Don't add to your humiliation by telling
It "straight up and down."
Your height has nothing to do with It
He makes no effort to win your love
btcause you have foolishly thrown it at
his feet
You Are Not Ro Old.
Dear Miss Fairfax: I am 20, end net a
young man several years my senior, and
we love each other dearly. At present
this young man has no trade upon which
he can depend, but he is promised some
thing better. I have told him I would
wait until he Is In a position to marry.
Do you think It advisable to watt? My
parents are very much against this, for
they say at my present age I cannot af-
Worth the price paid for it In the moth-
and-candla market, fltormtossed, drag
gled, beaten, oppressed, abandoned and'
dishonored, the soft, satiny raiment with
which the moth has attired herself makes
poor protection against the elements
whose wrath her vanity has Invoked.
The satisfaction of vanity Is the short'
est lived of all sentiments; the moth soon
finds that attire can be never so tlno
that a happy, contented heart beats un
der the scarlet letter of shame pinned on
the breast.
No girl ever enjoyed a luxury that was
not won honestly that the world did not
find It out. No girt ever picked fine rai
The Manicure Lady
"Brother Wilfred got the first real piece
of change yesterday that he ever got
from his writings," said the Manicure
Lady. "lie used to come home with a
five-dollar check once In a while that ha
got from the editor of the Flour and
Feed Gazette or the Bronx Monitor, but
yesterday he came home and flashed a
hundred-dollar note that he had Just got
for a song of which he wrote the words
of. Even father warmed up to fhe poor
boy when he seen the yellow C In Wll
fred's trembling mitt, and you can bet
the old gent wasn't In no mood to warm
up until the money got In front of hla
eagle glance."
"Was It a ragtime song?" asked the
Head Barber. "It must be, though.
That's the only, kind of songs that are
getting the doug'h now."
"No, It ain't a ragtime aong." replied
the Manicure Lady. "It's a sad ballad,
George. I was sure that It was going to
be liked the minute Wilfred showed It
1 to me, before he showed It to anybody
ford to waste my time In waiting, for I
can't tell how long ft will take.
If you love the man you can afford to
wait a year or two, long enough to find
If he is trying to make good. Long en
gagements are very unfair to a girl, and I
hope you will not enter Into one. But you
owe it to the man you love to give him a
Don't Do It.
Dear Miss Fairfax: A few months agg
I was taken 111 and the treatment of a
doctor was necessary. This man is single
and only has greeted me with friendly
smiles the few times w have met. Do
you think It Is proper to send this doctor
a ticket to attend a certain entertain
ment, not as an escort, but only to en
Joy the entertainment, where I cjuld be
come better acquainted? RAE.
His friendly smiles are strictly profes
sional? If he cares for you ha will take
the Initiative. Don't put yourself In a
position where you can be accused of
"running after" him.
ment out of the flames of a candle held
out to. her by a young man that the world
did not know It
"I was too young," a poor girl will
plead, "to know I was doing wrong,"
"No girl," replies tho world, 'Is ever
so young that she is not old enough to
know better."
It saw no soft, alluring lights In the
flames It saw only dishonor and degre
datlon. It neither forglvAa nor forgets
tbn girl. It may condemn the man, but
It never punishes him. It Is always on
the breast of a woman that tho scarlet
letter burns.
It Is always the woman who pays.
elee. I wish he hadn't made It quite so
sad, though. Goodness knows there is
enough weeping In this world without
making up new songs with sobs in them.
Btlll, I suppose what the public wants
nowadays is extreme In songs, either
something so comlo that It would make
a snail snicker or something sad and
pensive like dreary rain falling on weep
ing willows. That's tits kind of a song
Wilfred has wrote, George, and I'll bet
you that when it Is tapg with slides the
folks wilt take on something terrible,
This Is the way It goes. I wish I could
remember the tune, but It sounds some
thing like this:
" 'A handsome married couple In a city
far away, r
Was sitting in their parlor at the
.close ot one sad day.
The couple had been scrapping for
. . the first time In their fife,
And each hard word they uttered cut
A the other like a knife.
At last the wife could stand no more,
and Just at 6 o'clock,
She broke a china platter on her
husband noble block.
Her husband saw the shattered dish
, and felt his battered head.
Then facing his impetuous wife, these
sad words he then said: -
"The dish is gone beyond recalls we
ne'er shall sea it more.
We cannot get one like It at the
. , five and ten cent store.
I little dreamed of such coarse work
when vowing I'd be true.
The dish Is gone beyond recallso is
my love tor your
Ain't there a second verse?" aake'over XTncl1 l put 11 coating of
the Head Barber after a brief pause,
"A ballad ought to have two verses and
tell some kind of a story. That's what
Charley Harris always said, anyhow."
"There is a second verse, all right."
said the Manicure Lady. "I don't know
JUst how it goes, but it tells how the
husband went eraxy from tho blow on
his head and was all the time wanting
to play spin the platter with the keeper
at the Insane asylum. The wife died
of a broken heart, Juat like eh broke the
china platter, and Just before she died
she heard her husband, In a dream,
saying them ad words that I told you
In the chorus."
It ought to be a good seller If they
want sad songs now," said the Head
Barber. "It's certainly sad enough."
"It seems kind of Improbable, though,"
declared the Manicure Lady. "No lady
ought to bean a gent with a platter when
dishes Is so high-"
They've quarreled, the two "lntlmata
No, I don't mean "Intlmato" I mean
"nintimate" that's what they call each
other. One's ten and
one s nine, and
they've been playing
dolls together tor
I told Ten-year-old
that she had bet
ter play with some
one else for a whtlo.
"You and Nine-
year-old will quar
rel as sure as fate,"
said I, oh so
Quarrel, my 'nin
timate friend and
IT' cried Ten-year-
old In horror. "Oh,
how could we ever
do such a thing?
Why, she's the
sweetest girl In the world. I wisn my
hair was the color of hers and my eyes
too, to we could wear the same colored.
ribbons, and, oh, can't we both hava
linen hats, the same shade anynowT
tin thav had linen hats tne samo anaue.
and the new kind ot heelltss shoes tha
same shape, and Brown Eyes tied on
a pink ribbon and so Blue Eyes nad to
tie on a pink ribbon, too.
But now they've quarreled, quarreiea
hfidiv. It bean over the aous. ino
year-old wanted the dolls to gd to school
nl iv their seven times, ana
old wanted to send them to tho mountains
or to the seashore or somewhere.
"Isn't It bad enough to say our o-r
M tun times and eight times over ana
over," said Ten-year-old, "without making
per--e-C-i aiaves oi m yvu.j
"I'm not a slave," said Nlne-year-olCt
nnd I'd thank you not to call me one."
"Why, said Ten-year-old, "I didn't, I
"I know what you said," ald Nlne
year-old. "I can hear all right" only
she said "hyear."
"Well, then," cried Ten-year-old, "why
don't you talk all right?" F-t-t-t-tho
trouble began "right then dolls went
home ribbons came of f hats were thrown
in the closet-out of the hated sight. "I'll
never play with her again," sobbed Ten-year-old.
"I hate the sight of hor," quavered
Nine-year-old, and so the day woa
What mattered how gayly the sun
shone, what mattered bow aweetly tho
flowering bush at the back gate beckoned
-who cared what tho robin tried to say.
Gone to smithereens-one long, happy
happy day. Gone never to come baok
again alas, alas, what & sinful waste,
and all because the "nintimate" friends,
were Just a shade too "nintimate," that'a
The young couple next door how dead
in love they are; she walks to tho corner
every night to meot htm, and he turn
nround three or four tlmos to wave her'
good-byo in the mornings. And the other
night, when one of his friends dropped
in tor a pleasant evening, she pouted;
I could see it by the very turn of her
She didn't want a soul around but him.
And Sunday, when her sister came over
ntter church, he went Upstairs and
sulked. I could see his shadow on tho
They won't admit now that there Is
any gulf at all, oh, no, Thoy'ra one, you
know; didn't they say eo before the par
son and all the church full ot smiling
friends. Ope-fwhlch one, I wonder?
Will she give up her Individuality tho
one thing that called him to het or wilt
he bo Just an echo of her?
Onel Which one? I always wonder.
How much better it Is when you Bet
to understand that two human helntra
mean two every time, and not one at all;
the man Is a man, and not a copy of a
woman, and the woman is a woman, not
an eoho of the man; each' must 11 vo hla
and her own separata lite,, and tho
sooner they begin to do it the sooner
they'll be happy,
"And then where did you goT" aaya
the young wife when husband is a fovr
minutes late to 'dinner.
Young husband's brow clouds.
After all, must he be watched like a,
criminal? "Oh, then I camo home." ho
says, and doesn't tell the young wlfo
that ho stopped to chat with old BlIo
from Yalo a mlnuto or so, an tha next
day the young wife meets old BlUlo from
Yale and he says: "Had a fine talk with
Jimmy yesterday," and there's troublo
In store for husband when he gets horns
that night
'Too nintimate," that'a all, :itoo nlntU
mate," that actually all that's the mat
ter! Your husband's heart la yours, not hla
brain and his soul, too. Your wife is
faithful, loving, devoted, that's enough
for you to know, young man. Don't be too
'Intimate" either of you or you "won't
speak" , before six months Is gone. Oh,
yes, ifa a pretty fiction, "two hearts
that beat as one, two souls with but m
single thought." etc. a pretty fiction
thank goodness, it isn't a bit true. What
a bore It would be to live with a twin,
wouldn't it?
Ths best way to protect the faoa from
tan and sunburn la to apply cold cream.
powder. If one is careful to wp oft the
excess cream and to rub tho powder Into
the skin smoothly, t will not show.
A good, cheap, tooth-paste may be
made from one cupful of pure salt, one.
cupful of soot, balf a cupful ot carbollo
soap, half a cupful of bicarbonate of soda
mixed with salt Melt the eo?p In an
enameled saucepan, and when boiling stir
In the soot and salts. When thoroughly
mixed, set aside till cool.
To clean old straw hata, procure from
thi chemist's a small quantity of perox-,
Ide of hydrogen. Dip a toothbrush into,
this and scrub the hat, then Place Jn tha
open air to dry. This Vrill clean tha hat
and make It beautifully white, and Is fan
better than salts of lemin or pxallc acid.
Half an ounce of peroxide will bo suffi
cient for an ordinary hat.
To remove grease from wall Paper, ruH
the spot over once or twice With a piece
of flannel dampened with alcohol.