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first step toward real success Honor Guest at Brilliant Reception
B, ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
U you are beginning: on a career of
v Hnd there Is one mental step for
t0 ta jte at once. It Is the first step
■ a long path; and you may nrft ar-
“ at the end until you arrive at
Z, goal of all life and pass on to an-
plane of existence.
But you will b ® Browing In grace and
rir and oharm and worth'every day
o 'you start In this path and keep to
It Ihli path Is the way to generous
sod will toward all rivals, toward all
Ijmpetltors, toward all others who may
* iteklng for success, distinction .or
nslth along the same course.
Bnlsss you °» n Ret yourself Into a
rtst* of mind which enables you to
ue how large Is the world of endeavor.
How much room there Is for all of
u , to work along Individual lines, you
vil! never be able to attain real suc-
C(! J for yourself.
you will never do great things un
til you are great of mind and heart.
So too merchants ever conducted a
business In the same manner; no two
orkmen In the mechanical world ever
ptrformed their labor in preclesly the
Bate nay; no two reporters ever relat-
ti the same story alike, and no two
irtlsts ever painted the same scene.
Each human being has his own pecu-
llar characteristics which go Into his
sork, no matter what that work may
te.
Therefore, no one can trespass upon
Ihe domain of another. There Is Just
u great an opportunity' for you to
reach the heights In your own calling
If your neighbor pursues that same
ailing. He can never be you; he can
never take what the Creator gave to
you—your personality. Instead of
ruling your energies In criticism and
snvy and jealousy, or In- worry and
mxlety about his getting ahead of you
jut all your forces Into making your
turn personality so strong, so roll of
gfivMuallty. that It will bring lo .von
hitever you desire In Ihe way of sttc-
tis.
It there lurks In your mind one sln-
;!e feeling of a disagreeable nature to-
rard any one who Is pursuing your
une line of endeavor, do not try to per
vade yourself that It Is a worthy feei
ng: that It Is a "keen power of analy-
1s," a "discriminating talent," or a
Wonderful sense of justice.” Many
*op!e use those terms to explain their
urn peculiarities, while the simple word
jealousy" would give the proper deflnl-
:lon.
Throw open the windows and lot In
he light upon your heart-garden and
tee this ugly weed of Jealousy—and
hen root It up. Say to yourself, "I
lit not let this thing stay In my na-
tre. I will be broad and big enough
J give every fellow workman good
will; and I call on God's angels
if light to help mo rise nbove every
mworthy and narrow and belittling
enilmem In my feeling toward , other
eekers after success; and I will grow
peat enough to regard them as com
ities and contemporaries—not as rivals
r competitors. There Is room for alt
t use on the summits of aelileve-
nent" ... . . 1 ...
Then .when the mean or unworthy
Might Intrudes Itself upon you, at
mv time, say to It, "Get theo behind
nr, Satan," and straightway seek for
m opportunity to show good will and
ty kind tilings of your fellow tollers.
Once you take yourself In hand In
his manner, with high determination'
be above selfishness, narrowness,
lousy and envy, and carping crltl-
m. you will be astonished at tho new
wrr which will come to you; the new
trength which will be shown In your
frk, and the new sense of your one-
< with all mankind and with the
ator of all things.
Just as honesty Is the best policy, so a
In what .1-do I note the marring flaw.
The Imperfections of the work I see;
Nor am I one wjto rather, do than be.
Since Its reversal is Creation’s law.
Nay, since there lies a better and a worse.
A lesser and a larger, Iri men's view,
I would be better than the thing J do.
As God-Is greater than his universe. .
He shaped ,himself before he shaped one world;
A million eons, tolling day ntid night.
He. built himself to majesty and might
Before the planets Into space were hurled.
And when Creation’s early work was done.
What crude beginnings out - of chaos camel
A formless nebula, a wavering , flu me,
An errant comet, a voracious sun.
And; still unable to perfect bis plan,
What awful creatures at his touch found birth!
Those protoplasmic monsters of the earth,
That owned the world before he fashioned* man.
And now. behold the poor .unfinished state.
Of this, his latest masterpiece! Then why,
■Seeing the flans In my own work, should I -
Be troubled that.no voice proclaims It great?
Before me lie .the cycling rounds of years:
With this small earth will die the things I do;
'Thp thing I am goes Journeying onward thru
A million lives, upon a million spheres.
My work I build, as best I can and may.
Knowing all mortal effort ends in dust,
I build myself, not as I may, but must,
Knowing, or good, or ill, that self must stay.
Along the ages, out, and on, afar.
Its Journey leads, and must perforce be made.
, Likewise Its choice, with things of shame and shade,
Or up the path of light, from star to star.
r When nil these solar systems shall disperse,
Perchance this labor, and this self-control,
May find reward; and my completed soul
Will fling In space, a little universe.
generous and broad spirit toward com
petitors Is the best method of achieving
greatness In your own work and attain
ing your own goal.
No matter what your work may be.
whether it Is in the arts. In the profes
sions, In the trades, In business or com
merce. In teaching, or proaching, or
buying or selling. In creating or Inter
preting life works of others—begin to
day to think and talk generously of the
efforts of others.
Begin today to try to be helpful to
your brothers' and sisters who are strlv
Ing after thp success which you are
seeking. Remember always there Is
success enough for everybody l«v the
great source of the universe.
You will never lose- anything for
yourself by giving thoughts and words
and acts to help another along. No
ono can do the exact work which. Is
given you to do. There Is an Individuals
Ity about each human being which
stamps his work, no matter In what line
of endeavor It may be.
And the greater you make your char-
acter the greater will be your own In
dividuality.
No one can Interfere with your life,
with your work, but yourself.
If you are crowded out of any place,
it Is because you did not' possess the
strength to keep It. And If you develop
the big, noble, broad feeling about life
and humanity which makes you ready
to help everybody, you will develop,
too, a strength' and power which will
permeate all you do, and make you in
vulnerable to all tho blowa of fate.
Think large thoughts; be big and
broad In all your views; and big and
broad results shall come to you.
„ PLAIN SILK WITH SERGE. .
For the winter wardrobe of the Bid of sixteen, the model above is roc-
“rnmendsd. It is of myrtle green serge combined with contrasting plaid
J™- Over the blouse of the silk is » sort of dotp, iqutre bib of the serge
J"d the sleeve has a deep cuff of the tame shaped to the arm to the el-
and buttoned its entire length with tiny knotted pearl button* There
£» collar of ecru lace. The skirt ie cut with a divided tunic of the green
Jf r 90 falling over an underekirt of the plaid «Uk. Girdle of plain odk in
'Ho eo|a r of the eerge.
But even If you do not gain all the
things for which you toll now, you will
have the splendtd satisfaction of know
ing that you have become a noble per-,
sonallty.
T6 be is far greater than to have 1
or to do.
If there Is to be any shortcoming. I
any failure In your life, let It be In your:
work, not In your character.
Your work Is only for a brief period
at longest: your character Is for eter
nity.
So long an solar, systems are formed
and reformed, you will be In existence.
And just wha£ plane and place you
occupy in the new heavens and the new
systems depends upon the character
you fashion for youiso.f here, out of the
.material you brought with you from
pass, lives and by the aid of the ch'-r
einnstahees ahd events In thla plane of
existence. So nt any cost, at any price
of lain or toll, get rid of« the belit
tling and unworthy and mean traits
which may lie In your nature, and grow
big and broad and generous and kind
toward humanity.
It Is the first and best work given you
to do.
: .
• . MISS MARTHA ALLEN MARTIN,
Of Johnson City. Tcnn., who is the guest of tho Misses 8ullivan, and was tendered a reception on Thursday after-
noon bv hoF hottesses at their home on Peachtree road. Miss Martin is unusually pretty, and has boon entertained
at a number of pleasant parties during her visit. The picturs above Is madefrom a photograph by Wesley Hirahburg.
The Parable of Two Women
By ADA PATTERSON
children do who. have Just discovered
that there la no, Santa Claus. Romance
passed and tolerance lingered. Often It
seemed that that would pass, too.
Two girls were talking In their last
year at school during one of those halr-
brushlng confidences that correspond
most nearly to the head emptyings
which men Indulge In when their feet » „„„
SSLXJWJXZLXS? tSS ' nt0 t' h< ' gravo i asked why they liad
their feet high enough and hate a few been gj vcn on | y t 0 bc taken. The Joy of
motherhood 'wns no compensation for
free moments, all the sense and non
sense in them seems to pour out of
their tvlde-open mouths.
The girls talk of the future and of
that which all aro seeking—happiness.
Said the glr! with the brown eyes:
Hotv stupid of you to talk of a
career! The only career for a woman
Is marriage. My mother saya so, and
I am sure she Is right. I Intend to
marry as soon 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 eelf-onsclousness
In the guise of sensitiveness invades,
the gray-eyed girl answered;
The Other Side.
"What rot! I was nearly engaged
once. He was a co-ed In the same
school with me, but he didn't have co
ed Ideas. The moment I said 'I'll ace/
and he thought I said ‘Yes,’ he grabbed
my shoulders 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
la anybody's. You talk as tho I were
a sheep or a rocking chair. I hate tho
idea of belonging to any one.' Well,
there wasn't any engagement, and there
never will be for me. I intend to be
long to myself. EVery one has a work.
I shall find mine, and do it la well as I
can without any human hindrances.
The girls met again. It was near
the end of their earth school. The
brown eyes, of one had faded to the
dull shade oT a late autumn leaf. The
gray eye* of the other were the color
of the sea In a December twilight. The
hair of each had grown white. The
hands of both were large veined and
the pain of loss. Our third child defied
his parents and has gone out Into the
world to And success in his own way.
Perhaps he will find It: perhaps he
won't. It may bc that only shame and
failure wait for him at the end of the
road. ^Sometimes ! He awake all night
wondering where he is and having, ter
rible visions of that shame and failure
and death."
The gray-eyed girl, grown old, nod
ded.
"Yes." she answered, “that Is hard.
But let me show you the other side of
the shie!;]. I set out to be self-sufficient.
While I was young, ambition to succeed,
as a painter of portraits closed tho
gates of my heart to any other guest.
Because I .was always busy there was
no lack In my life. Thg time came when
there were knockiugs, even tho faint,
on the door of my heart. Ambition re.
malned the only guest. I worked tre
mendously, and my work was success
ful. When I heard the postman ring
I looked eagerly at my letters, but only
to see which contained checks. I had
paesed from the first ago of woman
when she looks for love letters to the
second when she looks only for checks.
I went on with my portrait painting,
and as I painted faces and figures 1
knew I was also painting the hearts
and souls of my sitters. 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 T had
Just finished I wished that there was
some heart I knew thoroughly and to
which I possessed the absolute key, I
was tired of guessing the secrets of the
hearts hidden behind the masks of
|_ those faces. I wanted one of my own,
fluttered*unstMd"lfy among the folds of|ln wffilch there was no mystery, one
their black gowns, as they an unu.
talked In the firelight, looking past each 1
other at the vanished years.
•We chose different ways" aald she
of the gray eyes.
Yea.” answered she of the brown.
'And you," pursued the gray-eyed
girl, grown old In body, but with the
power and zest of analyels still strong
In her, "were you satisfied to be an old-
fashioned woman, as you said?"
They looked nt each other, a remi
niscent smile on their wrinkled faces.
Blasted Hopts.
“At first I did, but then ”
"But then?”
"I began to learn how Insecure Is the
happiness of one who looks to any other
human being for It. I began my mar
ried life as a hero worshiper, and
when I found I was married to a crea
ture who had an uncertain temper and
j about his food and who
doled out his money for the household
expenses as tho it hurt him, I felt as
t and . which I could read as a printed page.
As I realized this there was an ache In
my own heart. For the first time In life
I was lonely. I got up and walked to
my mirror. I laughed at the grim, tired
woman It reflected. The awakening to
the need of loving companionship had
come, but too late.”
But Two Roads,
"But we can never be sure that It
will bc loving. companionship.” The
face of tho brown-eyed woman hard
ened. The gray eyes looked at her with
steady Inquiry.
"Then you are not satisfied that mar
riage Is tile only career for a woman?"
she quoted. The other woman shook
her head.
"And you?" she naked. "Does the
thought of belonging to anyone still re
volt you? Are you glad that you have
v.alked Uv path of success without
human hindrance?"
"In these latter years my arms have
The Flirtatious Wife
By DOROTHY DIX
A man correspondent asks this ques
tion:
“What should be done with a fllrta-
tlous wife?"
Something with boiling oil'In it le
about the punishment to fit the crime
In such a case.
Many excusee may be made for the
fllrtatloue young girl. She Is gay and
giddy, heady with the sense of her own
just realized attractions for the oppo
site sex. She is Ignorant and unsophis
ticated, 'and does not appreciate the
harm she may bc doing. Moreover, sho
Is frankly angling for a husband, and
all the men that come to her net are
fish.
No such apology may be offered far
the flirtatious married woman. She la
old enough to know better. She la wise
to the ways of the world and realises
the Irreparable wrong she l« doing. Sho
has' her husband. She is not a pot
hunter. She elays for the cruel pleas
ure of killing.
Risks Much For Little,
The flirtatious married woman Is both
fool and knave—fool because she risks
so much for so little, and knave because
she Is disloyal to the bread she eats, and
betrays her husband In his own houke.
The professional adventuress Is not so
despicable a character as tho married
woman who usds her wedding certificate
as a cloak of respectability to cover her
sentimental affairs with men.
The adventuress at least fights In the
open, under her own colors, and takes
the risks herself, while the wife hides
behind her husband, and carries on her
guerrilla skirmishes from the safe shel
ter of her home.. Which Is a nefarious
proceeding, and not according to the
code of civilized warfare between the
■exes.
It should be every woman’s first duty
to'keep lier honor white and her name
unstained. This obligation Is doubly
binding upon her when she marries
and voluntarily takes Into her keephm?
, man’s honor and a man's name. H
hould be even more careful to ke.
them unsullied than she did her own.
A Women’s Privilege,
A woman may conceivably have a
Iglit to do as she pleases with her
urn. It may be her privilege to throw
ched for them," confessed i
n with the sea-ln-Decemt,er
They looked at each other ;
re that was dying into ash*
"And there are but the two
"There Is no other way.”
her pearls in the mud If she fancies,
and trample them underfoot, but noth
ing could condone her fau|t If she threw
away the most precious jewel that a
man had, and that ho had trusted to
her. Tho black treaejiery of bringing
disgrace on a name that had been given
reverently Into her keeping should be
enough to make any married woman
with a gleam of honor, or honesty,
or common decency >ln her eoul run
straight. f
Unfortunately there are many women
whose vanity Is so great It outweighs
their principles, and for the sake of be
ing flattered and for the pleasure, of
listening to a few lying, sentimental
speeches they are willing to he false to
the vows they have made and bespatter
the names they bear. , *
And the name of this woman Is Mrs.
Legion, ror the flirtatious wife Is a
more common figure than wo like to
admit. Not all of the side-stepping
from the straight and narrow path Is
done by husbands, even In the most
respectable, church-going circles. It’s
FISHERS OF
MEN
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE
“What Is the best kind of bait?" v. rote
Daysey Mayme Appleton to the Heart
Throb department of her favorite news
paper. “I have tried brilliant conversa
tion; I have sung sentimental songs
with my soul In my eyes; I have been
sympathetic almost to the verge of sat
uration; I have been below zero and
many notches above It; all thin and
more, and the float has never bobbed."
"Laugh at his Jokes, my dear rhlld,"
wrote the high priestess of the Heart
Throb department, and Daysey Mayme
did tt %
And this tells the story.
HE (Note—There Isn't anything so
Important In any girl’s life as a HE In
npltal letters)—HE called about eight
o’clock and for SO minutes there was
only tho suund of a subdued murmur of
voices from tho parlor, then the man’s
voice said something, and Daysey .May
me wns heard giving a giggle,
i That seems’to have been the startin',:
point—that gl'rfgle. It didn't die away
In a chuckle,, fyj.proper giggles do; It
grew and grew., ft-spread all over the
house; It beonmd.a roar, a scream, a
resounding rtnW-lhnw that swept thru
the windows, Ajuf. went around the
block; It sho'itti'jhy doors and rattle I
tho wlndowidffbd woke up the police
man on the corner; It'Increased in vol
ume and strength, and when Lyaander
John and his wife rushed In In wild
alarm, they found Daysey .Mayme dou
bled up In laughter, while a" badly
scared young man wns throwing water
on her and fanning her.
"She has been going on that way f< r
half an hour,” he said, throwing open ,i
window, and when thera was a te
vary lull In the noise, caused by
family choking off the flow of i
with sofa pillows, he explained
started It.
"I asked her a conundrum," he
‘and I didn't know it was as funny
as all that. I asked her what makes
more noise under a fence than a pig.
and when she gave It up I aald, Two,'
and then sho began to laugh.
“I laughed with her at first, then 1
became startled at the bounds of her
mirth and tried to be serious. I was
flattened at the tribute to my wit and
didn't realize for some moments that
my Joke was so overwhelming. When
ever I tried to Hop her, she would
only say, 'Oh,-you are no witty.’ snd
|J» Into a fresh'paroxysm and peal
| after peal of laughter succeeded each
I other until she almost had convul
sions.”
It was two hours before Daysey
Mayme's appreciation of the young
man's wit had died nway In an ex
hausted and feeble chuckle, and she
lay, pale and worn, but still smiling,
on .the lounge with her family around
her.
"The trouble with you, young man,"
said Lysander John, looking sternly
over his glasses at the scared guest
whose teeth still chattered with fear
and over whose brow there glistened a
cold, clammy sweat, "Is that you don't
appreciate what effect a brilliant wit
like yours has on one with the scnsl-;
tlve organization and well-developed I
sense of humor'of my daughter, Here
after you must tone down the brllllan-j
cy of your Jokes or you will be hec
death.”,
“And you are so fun—" began' In »j
feeble giggle from Daysey Mayme, and)
her father dashed cold water on hi-rj
with one hand and with the othe
pushed the young man out of the i
“I did aaiyou suggested," wrote
sey Mayme to the high priestess i
Heart Throb department of her
vorlte newspaper next day, "and the'
float has disappeared.”
up i-
sald,
b roomJ
e DayJ
of ni<4
place]
ioths'1
whou
loyal
strange men, la unfaithful to her i
rlage vow. There le no half-way placaj
In loyalty. It gives everything or noth*
Ing, and there are few husbands
would care to keep- the body of
after Its soul had lied.
' Her Amazing Folly.
And the amazing thing nbout tho fllr^.
tatlous wife Is her folly In risking sod
much for so little. I have In mind thlaj
minute a woman married to a man who]
adored her, and who lavished the mneti
- .beautiful and tender attentions upoij
a good thing for the Integrity of the her In addition, being wealthy, he]
home that Caesar.doesn’t always know
all that Caesar's wife does, nor all that
the neighbors say of Mrs. C.
Of course, the flirtatious wife justifies
herself by saying that her little affairs
are perfectly Innocent; that there's no
barm In a little spooning In tho twilight
with some man who regularly drops In
to tea when, her husband Is at business,
or In her meeting some man almost by
accident In the park or at luncheon, or
in the writing and receiving of senti
mental notea. It Is true that she
wouldn't have her husband overhear
any of these tete-a-tete conversations,
or have one of the letters drop Into his
hands for worlds, but that's just be
cause John la zo absurd and ridiculous
and ( obtuse that he wouldn’t under
stand.
But she's quite sure there's no harm
In her flirting a bit, because she will
know where to stop and when to draw'
the line. Which sometimes happens
and sometimes doesn't, but a'woman's
knowing the peychloglcal moment In
which to call off a flirtation doesn’t
Justify her In It. On the other hand
It condemns her the more, beenuse some
excuse Is to be made for the Indis
cretion of a married woman, carried
aw'ay by an overwhelming passion for a
nan not her husband, but none Is to bc
aade for the disloyalty of the wife who
s being unfaithful merely to tltilate her
gollsm by being admired by men.
Any married woman who flirts, who
gave her flue town and country hmis
automobiles and horses and carriages^
diamonds and costly clothes—everysj
thing that money could buy. This woJ
man had nearly grown children and np«]
parently all that heart could desire. exJ
cept an Insatiable craving for the ad-1
miration of many men.
‘ She was one of the flirtatious wlvea
In truth, her flirtations never went be
yond sentlmentnl talks and letters and.
a few orchids from her admirers, but
one fine day the husband overheard an
other man making love to his wife, and
a search of her desk revealed a pile of
love letters, such as no married woman
should receive, nnd the result Is that the
once adored wife has lost husband nnd
children, nnd wealth, and is now an
exile from home, living on a moderate
pension.
That’s the way one flirtatious wife
got heps, as many another finds here
ending in Reno.
The flirtatious wife Is the worst if
traitors to her sex because she must
eltherlprcy on other women’s husbands,
or else rob some girl of a husband, and
make every man afraid to marry by
lowering In his eyes the standard of
womanhood.
In Kentucky- they tell the story of a
plain mountain wc
was elected to th<
by tho mountain '
the capital, and c
the ways of the w
society, she annou
ethics In dealing
legislatui
fly
seeks or receives the attention of women.
Which Is u good motto for all marrlrt