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Curving along half hid with underbrush
And drooping trees and all tho whispering rush
Of fallen leaves that crackle lonesomely
The trail leads on, up and away, and he
Who takes It must hare dpne with all the care -Of
wayward storm-tossed life, for only bare
Gaunt trees are friendly here; It Is the place
The sods hare set apart, and that no trace
Of worldllness may mar It, all the Fall
The dry brown leaves drop slowly In a pall.
The trail hugs close against a forest pool.
Where slippery moss slides velvet close and cool,,
Up to the water's edge, 'and should perchance
A stone slip out and make the waters dance,
A partridge covey startled, whirls away
Into the air, no sun-thrilled light of day
Can enter here; only the dusky vale
Of sleep-drenched silence; but there is the trail
That winds away, perchance you wonder where;
No man who takes It ever seems to care.
Cowardice in Petticoats
7 Many feminine Priviltgmt of Which
Wommn Unwotthly Teh Advmntaf,
By DOROTHY D1X.
We hear a great deal about the privil
ege of women, which the entl-euffraglsts
mournfully Inform us. will be forfeited
when women get the ballot So far aa
I have been able
to ascertain, these
pedal privileges of
women Include noth
ing except the right
to be pretty nearly
everything that la
most despicable In a
human being.
There are those
who consider that
because a woman la
a woman she has the
privilege of being a
liar and a cheat, a
grafter and a loafer
and a parasite, and
still to m al n tain
her position In de
cent society. There
are even women
who hold to thla
theory and who capitalise thla low view
of their sex.
They trade on being women, and are
thus Immune, to a certain degree, from
the punishment that a man would receive
If he acted as they do. They do not fight
In ' the open. They carry on a roc ret
guerrilla warfare, hiding from attack be
hind their skirts. , ,
-Theirs Is the cowardice' of peltlcoats,
than which there Is nothing more con
temptible In the world, because It takes
advantage of what is noblest and most
generous In man.
Consider, tf you please, what we call
woman's privilege of changing her mind.
Does that, In plain terms, moan unythlng
more or less than an utter lack of truth,
and honor, and reliability? The proud
est boast of a ma'n Is that his word Is as
good as his bond; and among gentlemen,
a gentleman's agreement Is hi id far more
morally binding than any signed contract.
But how many women do yi.u know
whose word - Is worth a bent pin? A
' woman will give you her solemn i prom
ise to do thus and so, and the next min
ute she will utterly repudiate It. If you
make a contract with a woman, you want
' It Iron bound and copper rlvetted. and
then, like as not. If aometh'ng better of
fers, she will regard it merely as a scrap
of paper, and consider you a cruel brute
if you expect her to llve up to her agree
ment. "Oh, Tve got a rtsrht to change my
mind. That's a woman's privilege," the
woman will plead. In self extenuation.
But ahe knows better. Ehe knows she
Is doing a dishonorable thing. She's tak
ing advantage of her sex to be a welcher.
It la this same cowardice In petticoats
thitt keeps women from playing the game
of life squarely. ,
Stand In line to buy tickets at any
theater window, or at a railroad wicket
when there is a rush, and there will In
rar'ably be two or three women, gener
ally finely dressed. Important looking
women, who will walk deliberately to the
head of the line and Push their way In
and get watted upon before anybody else.
They are perfectly well aware that
they are trespassing on the rights of
other people and taking an unfair advant
age of everyone else,. but they are also
aware that they can get away with It
by virtue of their sex and their good
Clothed, and they do It
After women have gone out Into the
world and wrestled with It for their own
living, they learn to be human beings as
well as women, and then they beg n to
show some consideration for other people,
But for colossal, adamantine selfishness.
and plggtshnesa, the average well-to-do
society woman Is Kxhlblt Al
It's the cowardice of petticoats that
makes so many women take advantage
of their sex to cheat their employers. In
nis soul, every man who has the lest
spark of chivalry In his nature Is sorry
for the women who have to earn their
own living. He doesn't want to be hard
on his women employes, and they take
advantage of this to be a little late la
coming to work of a morning, to lay off
for trivial ailments, and to give him Just
as poor work as he will put ud with.
Not long ago a young girl who was
dismissed from an office because of her
Incompetency made this naive comment
on the situation:
"Why didn't Mr. Blank tell me I would
have to do my work better? I can do as
good work aa anybody when I try, but
moujni ne a stana ror the way I was
doing."
Plenty of women take this same view
of the situation.
But the worst illustration of the
cowardice of petticoats is exhibited In the
family circle, where the wife, knowing
that her husband cannot beat her. no
matter how much he would like to, or
how much she deserves It, uses the
knowledge that his hands are tied to
tyrannise ever him and make a alave of
him.
We all know women who keep their
husbands poor and .worked to death by
j their extravagance with which their hue-
uanu is una me 10 cope because every
time he suggests economy the wife goes
Into hysterics, and to stop her flood of
tears and reproaches he lets ber buy
whatever she wants.
We know other women who keep their
husbands terrorized by their tempers, be
cause no man can say to a woman the
things she feels privileged to say to him.
We know other men who never have a
decent meal at home, because their
wives are lasy, but while the world con
dones a woman who gets a divorce from
the husband who doesn't support her,
bad housekeeping doesn't Justify a man
In the eyes of the law for leaving his
wife, ' although It should.
All these women are shining examples
of the cowardice of petticoats. They play
up the privilege of being a woman, and
If, indeed, suffrage takes this privilege
away from them and forces upon them
a sense of responsibility It will Justify
votes for women, even if It brings no
other reform. ' v
I Know a Girl There!
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No. 1
DENVER
75
By NELL BRINKLEY
Copyright, 1?;6, Intern'l News Service.
trtwrie
Bitting; across the luncbtable from me a college boy asked me
If I had thought of how versed the chap of. 19 or 20 was In geogra
phy. "Do you know did you ever think how the map of the United
States looks to him? Why, over its, yellow and red and green and
blue expanse out of the states lifts girls' faces. And by that he
knows his towns.
"All his little-boy geography has gone the way of the great wise
things he knew'once upon a tinvc where the pee-wee built its nest,
and how many baby owls there were in the 'hush-wings' tree, and
the glorious black and white facts In the history of his country all
to the limbo of the big wisdoms! Now; ho meats a chap and shakes
his hand, and says. '6b, are you from Um-hum? O, I know a girl
there!' That's bis geography.
"He knows no more what Is the capital of the big yellow west
ern state where the cactus lifts toward the burning blue sky. Until
he remembers that he knows a girl there. He never remembered
that big fine town with the elan sun-washed streets, or the dirty ona
that he le-ved in spite of lis grey hue; was In that state but he
knows a girl there!
Each town he knows Is a girl's face, lifting into his memory,
smiling, or wistful, dusky or blonde, Jolly or sober, sun-touched or
hothouse. lie knows a girl there!"
Denver-town. A girl with amber hair, a magnet for the sun;
Hps as red as the Indlan-Palnt-Brush flower; the skin that keeps
Its whiteness save for a tiny dust of childish freckles; the girl with
the eyes so often colored with the changeful hue of the great blue
wall of mountains that fill the horiron west of her, the mountains
that are sometimes blue, and sometimes rain-gray sometimes Iliac
and sometimes almost gold; the girl with the swing to her steps and
the lift of chin that comes with looking over open country ;'the girl
with a mind and a heart and face alert and spritely. The eirl who
matches the land of lovely lands; the land of frail coloring and
mounting hills and a sky as blue aa blue! ,
Forgive me for putting the girl of my home town first!
NELL BRINKLEY.
Human Rivets
of Universe
m,
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By K1XA WHEELER WILCOX.
(Copyright 19tf. 8tar Company.)
''Fnf what ntirtiAan m.- 1 (
life, and why do we leave It?" Is the
somewhat curious query propounded by
n nnniytirai reener.
My own personal
conclusions on this
subject supported by
somewhat s e r I o us
studies In the same
direction, under wise
Instructors, lead me
to the belief that we
come Into this world
at the call of the
Great U n I v e r s al
Tower back of all
things, to complete
c-ine ves Important
parts of the Uni
verse of Clod.
In a mlahty ma
chine there are In
niimrthl little
bolts and rivets, and seemingly Insignifi
cant pieces, but Bll are needed to make
the whole perfect thing.
Precisely so. each Individual Is needed
to make this wonderful piece of mechan
ism the universe.
Put aa the universe la greater than a
machine, so a man Is greater than a
nlera of wood or Iron. He Is the ex-
p re salon of the power that created him.
and his purpose In life la to retiect ma
Maker
Wa ram Into each Incarnation to per
fect ourselves and to reveal more and
more of the divine until we are completed
-and "one with God." We come here
to better the world for those who fol
low ua
Wi leave this world to go on In other
realms and learn other lessons. This
world Is but one of the "many mansions
of the Creator.
Thar are realms upon realms and sones
around sones and worlds beyond number
In the millions of miles of space beyond
the earth, it will require mlTona and
billions of years for the soul of man to
see and hear and know the wonders of
the universe.
But to each soul, earnest enough ana
r.tthfiil enourh and loving enough to
desire these experiences, they will come.
Borrow, pain, trouble, well borne, and
toll and hardship, endured, with faith
and cheerfulness, are all steps towara
the higher sxpertencee awaiting us when
we leave this body.
Idleness, selfishness, pleasure enjoyed
at the expense of others, mean tha dwarf
ing of the soul and the retarding of Its
progress. There are knowledge, glory
and happiness watting ror those who
climb through this world on the stairs
of love and unselfish toll.
It does not matter what you believe,
or what your creed, or your mode of
worehtp--lf you love and believe In the
Fower back of the universe and love
your fcllewmen and work for the good
of all, you are fulfilling the "purpose"
of this life.
No matter If you are a Croesus and
an emperor of power, If you are not
doing these things you are violating the
law of life, and must pay the penalty.
If you are an errand boy or a servant
girl, and you are living up to the high
est Ideal of duty and love, then you are
greater than the king or queen who Uvea
In Indolence and selfishness.
We come Into this world to better It
and to perfect ourselves to such degree
as we may in this one short Incarnation.
We go out of thla world to use the
lessons we have learned In It for a wider
knowledge beyond, and to advance or to
begin over, as we have chosen while
here
Do You Know That
Teas found In mummy casea have been
planted reoently and found to grow.
Twenty-three operations are necessary
In the washing and Ironing of a collar.
If a man falls Into the water and
splsshes, a shark will wait until hs fin
ishes splashing before trying to tat him.
When a Chinaman desires to marry,
his parenta intimate that fact to . the
professional "matchmaker," who there
upon runs through the list of her visiting
scquelntanccs, and selects one whom she
oonsiders a fitting bride for the young
man. i
Even Cross, Sick
Children Love
Syrup of Figs
Look at tongue! If feverish,
bilious, constipated, take
no chances.
California Syrup of Figs"
can't harm tender stom
ach, liver, bowels.
Don't scold your fretful, peevish child.
3ee if tongue Is coated; thto la a sure
sign tts little stomach, liver and bowels
are clogged with sour waste,
wimn listless, rale, feverish, full of
cold, breath bad. throat sore, doesn't eat.
sleep or act naturally, has stomachache.
Indigestion, diarrhoea, give a teaspoonful
of "California Syrup of Figs." and In a
few hours all the foul waste, the sour
bile and fermenting food passes out of
the bowela and you have a well and play
ful child again. Children love this harm
lass "fruit laxative," end mothers cari
est easy after giving it, because It never
fails to make their little "Inaldes" clean
and aweet.
Keep It handy. Mother! A little given
today saves a alrk child tomorrow, but
get the genuine. Ask your druggist for
a 10-cent bottle of "California Syrup of
Figs." which has directions for babta.
children of all ages and for grown-ups
plainly on the bottle. Remember there
are counterfeits sold here, so surely look
and see that yours is made by the "Cali
fornia Fig Byrup Company." Hand back
with contempt any other fig syrup. Ad-Vanlsement.
Why We Quarreled The Man's Side
No. 1 The Husband with the Unmethodical Wife Tells His Story.
By VIRGINIA TERHUNITE VAN
UE WATER.
My wife and I quarrelled over her lack
of system and of business-like habits.
Being a man, and a business man, I must
be exact and prompt. My wife has never
learned that the world will not wait her
convenience, nor that figures and 'facts
cannot be moulded to suit her whims.
I rSve nor dearly. She is a lovely and
lovable creature dainty, pretty, affec
tionate. Yet she cannot understand how
much her faulia annoy me.
She was not on time on the day of our
marriage. 1 reached the church with
my beat man five minutes before the
hour set for the ceremony. Twenty mln
utea later my bride and her attendants
arrived.
"What detained your' I asked hur
riedly.
"Uh, nothing In particular," she mur
mured. "There was no need of being
exactly on time. A prompt wedding la
unlucky," aht added with her sweet
smile.
Of course, 1 smiled back. Later the
maid of honor told me that she and the
other girts hud had "fits of ncrvousueaa"
over Margaret's tardiness.
"Out sledge wasn't disturbed, not a bit."
she said. "It la wonderful to have such
a disposition. Sue won't worry ever lit
tle thing"
Perhaps such a disposition is wonder
ful for IU possessor, but It Is maddening
for a husband. Even on our wedding trip
I lost my temper with my wife as she
loitered over ber dressing fur some din
ner to which we had been Invited.
"Toe make too much of trlflea" she
would chide when I glanced at my watch
and told her to hurry a little.
"But," I would sometimes remand her.
"our hostess' dinner hour Is 7:90. It Is
now 7:26, and we have at leatt IS min
utes' drive ahead of ua.
'But dinner d ean't start on schedule
time like a train," she would say Jest
Ingly. "Perhaps the cook. will bo glad
of a few minutes' grace."
Of course she has the same happy fa
culty of overlooking other people's un
punctuallty. I have never aeen her an
noyed because one of her guests has
been late.
"Everybody Is late sometime," ahe will
remark by way of excuse.
"Everybody should not be!" I always
retort. But she only shrugs her shoul
ders good-naturedly, and lets my remark
pass unheeded.
As to money matters, sho Is simply In
corrigible. I do not mean that she Is ex
travagant; she Is only Inconsequent. It
I tell her that she must not pay more
than a certain price for a thing, she will
not pay more than that. Instead, she
U often dispense entirely wltu the
thing and wl'l take the money set asldo
for It and purchase with it several other
objects ahe happens to take a fancy to.
"How can I be businesslike and sys
tematic about money?" she argued onoe
when I reproved her. "I have never had
a bank account of my own."
"You shall hve one," I promised her.
Here now was the chance to teach her
the value of money.
"I will put a sum in the bank to your
account, and you can pay for everything
by check. Would you like that?
"I would love.it!" she replied, de
lighted. "Let's start In soon, shall we?"
Throe days later l brought home her
check books, snd showed her how to use
them.
"What a nuisance," she ehserved, "to
make a memorandum on each stub of
every cent spent. Anybody with any
brains ought to be able to remember Just
about what she psld to certain people."
I explained that to know "Just about"
what one paid would not do, and that
she must keep track of every cent ahe
drew.
"It la the simplest thing In the world."
1 1 Uld her. "If you will only be exact
;nbout your clucks and stubs."
A month later she came to me In dls
: tress, hn her hand wss a letter from the
bank, notifying her that she had over
J drawn her account.
I "I isn't v.a how It happened." she com
: plained. "I'm sure I haven't begun to
use up-all. the money you put there.
'And I've put down on the stubs every
check I mada out. (
I HktU I j be allowed to see- her check
bock. h had entered, tha amount of
every check drawn, but had failed In
mod Instances to add up the amounts f
tho chyrks and to deduct them from the
balance brouuht forward. The result can
well I Imagined.'
' I stra ghtened the matter out for her,
deposited in the bank a sum to make up
the deficit, and we started out afresh.
the still has a bank account, but I am
the only one who must, keep It correct,
nnd must see regularly that her check
books agree with her bank book.
"Such nonsense!" she exclaims fret
fully wheu I tell her that she should
watch me do thla.
"It bores nie to distraction, and I am
tired of It I wish you would let me
give up this bank mess and you Just
hand me out the money that I need, aa I
need it. " 1 "le for meu
you, not for women like me."
I eras u , muonce the
las, time she made this protest, and I
sroke sharply,
"fclnce It does not bore you to spend
the money 1 earn you might at least
train yourself to keep track of what you
spend." I declared.
1 She cried, of course, and I felt like a
heartless brute.
Such scenes have become frequent be
tween ua The worst of It Is that they
do no good,
rinall we always quarrel, I wonder,
over such sordid matters? Will my wife.
who has the heart of a woman, always
have the Inconsequence of a child?.
In-Shoots
"AT THE END
A PERFECT DAY
OF
EAT
Many men find It difficult to live up to
the reputation acquired by making one
chance hit.
In the case of some persona memory
seems to be the cheapest kind of a Junk
shop.
An affinity with the letter-wifllng
habit la more dangerous tbaa a can of
nltro-glyceiiue.
Mad in t plant quits as spick-and-span as your -Cer? own lutcHen.
There's evelcorruj awaiting you ! Why not visit
us and set) for yourself?
