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A Man’s Way (Q. a Woman’s Way
By WADE O R DENTZ
Wrl^mm for 15hm Sonny Sooth
T was in March that w© be
gan, not to love each
other, to write our book
I mean; I had been writ
ing before, that was the
_ beginning of our collabora-
tion. But since I come to
iMf think of it. maybe that was
the beginning of our love
also, and again w o may
have only discovered that
bright sirring afternoon a
fa't that had ♦ xisted before;
be that as it may, I know
that a strangely sweet feeling, so differ
ent from anything I had ever experi
enced, came to me when he lifted those
toughing gray eyes to my face and said:
"Let me help you over the stumbling
block. It is somewhat along my line,
you know. It would not be the first legal
rut over which I’ve helped you.”
“But I've always paid you for your
assistance,” I replied, not quite sure
whether he was making sport of me or
not.
“Could you not do so again?” he said,
the laugh in his eyes extending to his
handsome mouth, lifting his dark silken
moustache.
"So I can,” J said. “You can have the
money, I the fame. It is the name I am
working for; you are already famous.”
“And you rich,” he said. “Would it
not be a fair exchange—my name for your
money?”
I wished he had not said that. It
struck like a discord in the sweet little
song that he had set to music in my
heart. I did not love him, or rather,
was not conscious of it just then, but
his offer to assist me, and the manner
in which he did so, had pleased me, and
It Jarred unpleasantly to have him refer
to my money In that way.
He had been my lawyer since I came
of age and into possession of my wealth i
three years previous to that bright spring I
day; I had learned to rely upon his |
judgment and his honor in all matters; in
fact, he controlled my money, making
all Investments, all collections, I signing
my name when it was necessary and
bothering my brain—so full of the stories
I was sending daily to the magazines
and papers—no more about the business.
I hated business—one reason, perhaps,
why I had been no more successful in
winning the laurels I was so eager to
have grace my brow. For fame, and
.fame alone, I was toiling; money I al
ready had; the improvement of my nice
had never entered into my plans; I would
please the public, but only for my own
aggrandizement.
My stories had been fairly well received,
but the one cherishing dream of my life
was to have a book displaying my name,
perhaps my picture, in the hands of the
reading world; to have the papers refer
to me as the author of the century, my
book having the greatest run of any for
years. Later I would sit in my box at
the theater and have the creatures of
my fancy move arid speak be f oro me
on the stage. This was my idea of happi
ness, or had been until he forced that
new sweet feeling upon me.
I cared nothing for the money I might
possibly earn. Why should I, never hav-
»«W known the need of It? Only those
who hire suffered from hunger and rold
know the worth of a dollar; only those
who have suffered as I have know the
utter worthlessness when the heart is
broaktnr
I wrote under an assumed name, con
fiding rny aspirations to no one. Imagine
then my surprise when he said to me
that afternoon, when we were through
with the business matters—I was always
through with the business as soon as pos
sible:
“Do you do any literary work these
days?"
I felt my color rise. I knew there was a
big Interrogation point In each blue eye
raised so quickly to his face, but I tried
to speak carelessly, as though it were
nothing more unusual for me to aspire
to authorship than for him to have lifted
his eyes to the chancellor's seat.
"Very little," I said quietly, "having
scarcely had success enough to encourage
me to put forth any very great effort.”
"Have you written any books? Some of
ycur short articles arc good. You should
try something more ambitious." He
Ipaned his head back on the cushion of
the chair with a careless grace and
seemed to be studying my face.
"You have read me, then? How did
you know?” I asked.
"I read between the lines. Unconscious
ly. perhaps, you disclosed your identity.
Did you know there was a tiny vein of
the detective In the make-up of every
lawyer? It Is that Which fits him for
the calling."
A little laugh came from the mous
tached lips, floated for an instant on
the perfumed air. then died away among
the oleander blooms just opening Into
life lp the warm spring sunshine stream
ing through the broad windows of my
library.
"1 had never thought of that.” I said
slowly, examining his face carefully, for
the first time In all the years that I had
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known him. I was surprised to find It
such an Interesting face; then replying
to his query:
"I have attempted a book and failed.”
“Your verdict or the publisher's?" he
asked.
"No publisher has ever seen it. In fact.
It Is not finished. I have simply stalled,"
was my reply. "There are lots of legal
points in It, knots to tie and untie; a
man wants a divorce from his wife and
I do not know how to go about it; that's
business, and you know how I hate busi
ness—always shift It off on some one
else.”
“Then why not do so in this case?”
he said.
"But who? How?”
Again the question marks met his gaze.
It was then he said: "Let me help you
over the stumbling block; it Is somewhat
along my line, you know; it will not be
the first legal rut over which I’ve helped
you."
"But you've rifever procured me a di
vorce.” I said, laugning.
"True,” he said slowly, still looking
Intently at me as he leaned a little for
ward, "I was ihlnking how useless wculd
divorce courts be If all women were like
you, and all men like me; I could not
understand a man asking for freedom—
except for disloyalty,” he added after a
brief pause.
Perhaps I colored. I am not sure; his
words I know made me happy. Neither
of us smiled at them, I think, but it
does not matter, as I've already said,
that was the beginning of our collabora
tion, and maybe of our love. •'
The result?
Six months later we smiled together
over the criticisms of our book, which
was a decided success, running into tho
seoond edition in a short time. When
the first check came we had no trouble
about the settlement; we bore the same
name, used the same check book; later
we sat together and .saw the play on
the stage.
The divorced wife was a vision of love
liness as we saw her on the boards, far
more beautiful than my fancy even had
pictured her.
My dream was more than realized. I
had won fame and with It, which was
far better, a husband whom I loved
devotedly.
I was happy: he said he was, and laugh
ing. would add that he could not help
entertaining a kindly feeling for the hus
band, villain though he was, because his
divorce had brought about our mar
riage.
Time has passed, but above The rattling
of the sleet against my window pane to
night I hear his words spoken to me
that March day, and I wonder if I have
changed, or has he. On the table before
me lies a paper; again and again do 1
turn from my writing to read the lines
saying that the court has granted him a
divorce; he Is free. Why they gave it to
him God only knows; he said that only
my disloyalty could force him to ask
for freedom, and God also knows how
true I've been in thought, word and deed.
We each have what we asked for, ah,
I have more. He has the money, I the
fame; he has happiness, a man's inher
itance from nature, I have misery-
woman's portion.
A man's way and a woman’s way.
Just below the court proceedings,
though to mock my misery, is a com
plimentary notice of the play, a decided
hit. so say the authorities on these mat
ters.
He said that I could pay him for his
part of the work.
I have done so with my life, for what
is life without love when we’ve once
known It? As that divorced wife of my
fancy said:
“The mind has a thousand eyes,
The heart but one.
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love Is done.”
The world is reading my book and
watching my play, weeping perhaps over
that unhappy wife. I wonder if that
same world would care to know how it
came about, this real divorce, and know
ing. would they pity me?
some day. when this terrible anguish,
this deathly numbness passes away, may
be I'll tell them how the beautiful woman
who personated the wronged wife of my
story took my husband's love from me.
O God. I wonder if he ever loved me.
or was it my—no. no. I cannot say it;
I'll cling to the belief that he did love
me that sunshiny day.
Ah. how savagely the sleet dhshes
against the panes.
That wife was not so much to be pitied
as I. Death came to her relief, while I
must live. Must? Did I say must?
Why should I live and bear this terrible
rain? What have I to live for now?
Farpe? My God! why does my brain
taunt my heart with the suggestion?
Were I. as I once was. unknown, I could
creep away and In the shadow of ob
scurity let my heart break.
As it Is I must be pointed at as the de
serted wife.
But must I? She sought death, why
cannot I do the same? I have always
gotten what I sought: I asked for fame
and it came to me: he thrust his love upon
me: I had not sought It. but it made me
happy: he also thrust upon me this mis
ery; it Is not of my asking, but I can
seek death.
There on the mantel is a bottle the phy
sician left last week. He said It would
make me sleep.
Perhaps if I were to sleep long enough
I might forget, and waking find it a
dream, only a play as I saw it on the
stage. I wonder if I could reach the
bottle without rising? I do so dread to
move—moving now seems to be worth an
effort; yes. sleep if It brings ease, I am
so tired of suffering.
Yes. I can reach the bottle without ris
ing. I hold it In my hand. Why should
I suffer longer when sleep will bring ease,
and I can sleep if I drink this? Oh, to
sleep and forget; forget fame, forget my
sorrow, forget everything.
It Is done; T have swallowed It. It
was bitter, but not so bitter as the cup
he forced me to drain. The cup he held
to my lips had dregs that gave keenest
anguish: this brings ease, peace; already
I begin to feel its soothing effects; my
fingers falter in their work: my eyes are
growing weary. I must sleep: perhaps
when I sleep for a time I will waken,
and then—
• • • * •
With pen still clutclied in her fingers,
her head had fallen forward and rested
on her manuscript; she slept the sleep
from which there is no waking.
So we found her; her story unfinished,
her life ended. As we laid her gently to
rest I thought of him—happy, perhaps,
in that later love, unmindful of that
broken heart, and, with an insistency
that was painful, the words of the dead
wife would recur to me:
"A man's way and a woman's way.”
His Orders
No original claim 1s made In connec
tion with this story, and it may have
gone the rounds, but it was well told
^ With the Household ^
Contimmmd from might h pogo
wha Bruch has often led.” on the pages
of history, they seemed like old frjends.
To this day I never read of Alexander the
Great without thinking—
“How large was Alexander, pa?
The people call him great.”
The bare historic?.* statement that the
pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock on a
cold day in midwinter would perhaps he
remembered by the average school boy
till he reached his seat at the end of
the recitation; but who, after reading the
wonderful story as related in verse by
Mrs. Hemans, can ever cease to remem
ber that—
“The breaking waves dashed high
On a stem and rock-pound coast.
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed.
And the heavy night hung dark,
Xhe hills and waters o’er,
When a band of exiles moored their bark
On the wild New England shore.”
Remembering that poetry appeals to the
imagination, the finer feelings and higher
emotions; that the common place which
predominates in most of our lives takes
on a new dignify when invested in the
magic garments of poetry, and consider
ing that a vast majority of our school
children leave school when they have
finished the grades, if not before, to be
come wage-earners, and that many of
them come from homes where books are
unknoujn, is It not a pity to curtail from
their school reading that which will add
much of beauty and sweetness and pleas
ure to their after lives. EONONE.
Tlie New Efra
Kate Atkinson Boxham, the well-known
writer, says in her “Seven Essays upon
Jhe Attainment of Happiness:"
"W.e stand on the threshold of a new
and larger life and just as our physical
senses were our primary teachers in the
old life, so the spiritual senses usher In
the new."
This seems to me a very practical and
ample statement of the fact, no longer to
be disputed, that a new and tremendous
thought wave is making itself felt in
rapidly enlarging circles all over the civil
ized world.
Those who, resojutely shutting their
mental eyes to the true condition of
ihlngs, ridiculed as far-fetched and fad
dish the sincere and simple statements
put forth from time to time by those true
and earnest seekers after truth who fol
lowed in the footsteps'of that master
thinker, master liver, Emerson, are be
ginning to see the feasibility of bettering
a soruid condition by opening the soul
windows that the; sunlight and God’s
fragrant air may sweep -cBirough and
purify.
Anything that betters one makes one
stronger, gives one more endurance, must
of plain necessity be a good thing, and
sooner or later must come home to the
heavy hearts all over the world.
Why should it not be true?
Go to the Bible, that bulwark of the
ages, and see if we are not bidden to take
hold of the high heritage that is ours
by right.
If the rose has its perfume, why not
tjie soul its aura by which its atmosphere
may be sensed?
Then seize hold of the things that are
yours. Part of God, and in saying that
all is said; part of all-good, all-wisdom,
all-power and ail-peace and plentitude,
the soul has groveled in darkness long
enough.
Let In the sunlight. Open the windows
and let the winds blow blithely through,
tinged It may be with the salt-bitter of
earthly, or. I would say. worldly, dis
appointment, but bearing also the fra
grance of human kindness, the gentleness
Miss cAhne Hobson, Greensboro, Ala., sister of Richmond Pearson Hobson, Sponsor
cAlabama Dfbision United Confederate Veterans to Dallas Reunion
the other evening by a Detroit minister,
who was engaged in a very earnest debate
with an army colonel over the alleged
arbitrary methods of those commanding
the Tank and file.
The colonel had warmly contended that
there was eve y effort to be just, and
that departures from equity were excep
tional. "You have given this matter con
siderable attention, and I venture that
you cannot give an instance of abused
authority toward a private.”
“Can’t I?” and the dominie's eyes twin
kled. "Did you ever hear of the case of
poor Tim Murphy?"
"Never did, sir." ■
"Tim enlisted In the cavalry service,
though he had never bestrode a horse in
his life He was taken out for drill with
other raw recruits under command of a
sergeant. As luck would have it, Tim
had one of the worst buckers fi the
United States army.
'Now, min,' said the sergeant in ad
dressing them, 'no man is allowed to
dismount without orders from a superior
officer, moind thot.’
Tim was no sooner in the saddle than
he was propelled through a lengthy para
bola. and came down so hard that he had
barely enough breath to subsist upon.
'Murphy,' shouted the sergeant, as he
discovered the offender spread out on
the ground, 'yez dismounted.’
'I did sor.’
•Did yez have orthers?'
'I did. sor.'
‘From headquarters?' with a sneer.
'No. sor; holndquarthers.’
‘Take him to th' g'ardhouse.”
of human bereavement, the tenderness of
kinship's love and the promise of future
and ceaseless growth. There is much
along the lines of this new thought that
is, it sometimes seems to me, purposely
shrouded in mystery by some of its best
exponents.
As to the wisdom of this shrouding I am
uncertain. Looked at one way it is well
that It should be so. Is hot the physical
muscle strengthened by the tugging at
th<^‘ root from, which we would extract
healing? And so may the adventuring
thought grow sturdy from its very em-
puzzlement and consequent study. And
yet, what so sincere as simplicity? What
so convincing as brevity? What so last
ing as conciseness?
A child learning to read needs short,
simple sentences; so with the soul.
Bound by blind and long-existent cus
tom, swaddled by bands of long-enduring
and growth-contracting habit of thought,
inherited habit as it were,, the soul is
as a babe essaying to stretch its .cramped
limbs, drawing deep, ihvigorating breaths
which shall grant it room in which to
attain its full and d'.vinely-dowered pro
portions. The age is ripe for lie full and
free advent of wise and wonderful ways
of thinking and of consequent living, be
ing and living.
(To Be Continued.)
JULIA NEELY FINCH.
Birmingham,
bit of the whole page, you wouldn’t ob
ject to my debut into your charming
circle, and I don’t believe you will, any
way, for you seem so charitable.
I enjoyed the sketch of Mrs. Browning
so very much, and Nannette’s letter was
so bright and interesting. I’ve had friends
to go to New York, even live In New
York, and never tell about anything but
the Brooklyn bridge. I’ve always wanted
to go there, and now I’m more anxious
than ever.
Of all the seasons I prefer fall for trav
eling. So many colors greet the eye as
the car rushes onward! And you can see
the different stages of the change In
the leaves as you advance.
When we started for Cincinnati last
autumn, our trees were still green. As
we traveled we noticed yellow leaved
trees; farther north, they were crimson—
oh! how beautiful—and where the frost
lhad already fallen they were purple
and brown, and numbers of them had
blown off and carpeted the ground with a
gorgeous covering.
I left home in a white shirt waist, but
had forethought enough to carry a jacket
When we reached that part of the coun
try* that had already laid its carpet I
Involuntarily reached for my wrap, and I
didn't remove It In-the Queen City, either,
until we had arrived at the hotel.
The art museum in Cincinnati is a
thing of beauty'and a Joy forever. No
description of It that I have read con
veys an adequate Idea, of Its beauties.
And the zoological garden! The zoo Is
like an Immense circus, where even the
huge Polar bear shambles around on his
hind feet and looks as If he would dance
If he had a pole and some tin pan music.
There are big Hons and chattering mon
keys galore. But cuter and funnier than
the monkeys or any of the foreign ani
mals are our own dear little southern
coons. In the middle of the inclosure
there Is an old hollow tree, and the cun
ning little coons peeped out from win
dows (holes) all the way up. When I
rested my kodak on the top rail to get a
snap at them they grabbed my skirt with
their sharp little claws. They don’t be
lieve in letting go. either.
As we were leaving the grounds we un
expectedly came upon a large pool full
of seals. How beautifully their backs
gleamed as they dived down Into the wa
ter, and how anxiously we awaited their
reappearance.
The gold and silver pheasants are beau
tiful, graceful birds. In this great me
nagerie thfere Is almost every known bird
and beast. 1 was made “a child again
just for that once.”
The Queen City itself is indeed queenly
and beautiful. (Ynclnnatans are Justly
proud of It. The arcade, when lighted,
looks like an illuminated fairy palace all
glittering with wonderful jewels; Foun
tain square in the heart of the city;
Garfield place that has a superb statue
of Garfield at one end and at the other a
statue of William Henry Harrison,
mounted on a charger. An iron fence
Incloses the place and stone walks are
laid through it. There are fountains and
many" trees. Several of these are la
beled “Tree of Heaven-China.” Noticing
the labels, I had exclaimed, “Wonder
what those old heaven trees are doing
here!” Imagine how imposing, how aris
tocratic they look. “Tree of Heaven-
China”—all ye who have the odious giant
weed in your back yard. NITA.
Nashville.
Love Is Lord
Decidedly I agree with Mrs. Zula Cook;
also with “Old Man,” that love Is the
only basis for the true marriage. ,
Marriage is the destiny of man and
woman. If based upon right principles it
cannot be a failure.
It is a divine institution.- Wie see this
illustrated in the tots at play.' The little
boy endows his tiny sweetheart with
all his worldly possessions—toys, candy,
cake, pies—no matter If they are mud
pies, they express his devotion.
The little girl looks up to her small
lover as the hero of the play ground.
She is ever his chief ally, spurring him
on with words of encouragement.
The youth sees visions of love. His
sweetheart Is the nucleus around which
they cling.
The maiden dreams of love. Her lover
is ever the hero.
The old bachelor and old maid realize
that life for them has not had Its full
fruition. There is something missing,
some undeflnable need. They are not
congenial with the young folks and they
have little In common with the married.
They are a class to themselves.
Emerson says “all mankind loves a
lover.” The electric current of lov«. per
vades the universe. Love Is a law unto
Itself, the disregard of which produces
unhappiness In every relation of life.
We are ever seeking happiness. Seek
love and you will find it, for they are born
companion?. They go hand In hand and
will not brook separation.
MACARIA.
♦
List or Books or sun
ny South Book Club
"Judith,” “Use and Misuse of Books,”
“Sons and Fathers,” “To Have and To
Hold,” “When Knighthood Was In
Flower,” “Janice Meredith.” “Life of
Dickens," "Life of Field,” “Life of Drey
fus,” “The Reign of Law,” “Gloria Mun-
dl,” “Kentucky Folk,” “Alice of Old
Vincennes,” “Daughter of a Republican,”
“Phroso,” “Furnace of Earth.” “Rich
ard ^Carvel,” “Trio,” “The Crisis,” “A
Princess and a Woman,” “The Refgn of
Baris," “Her Ladyship,” "The Manx
man,” "Marcel'a,” "Bow of Orange Rib
bon," “Plain Tales from the Hills,”
“Prisoner of Zenda,” “Mlcah
Clarke,” “Idle Thoughts of an
Idle Fellow,” "Esther,” “Donovan,"
"Dream Life,” “Love Affairs of an Old
Maid,” “In Tune With the Infinite,”
“Rupert of Hentzau,” “The Day’s
Work,” “The Christian,” “A Window In
Thrums,” “Soldiers of Fortune,” “The
Idiot,” "A Lady of Quality," "The King's
Jackal.” “Belle View,” “Nemesis,”
“Prisoners of Hope,” “What All the
World’s a Seeking.”
Since thts list was made out I have
purchased other books—the newest and
best—and am prepared to mall to each
club member a book on the 6th of each
month as I have done since the beginning
of the organization. Any club member
who has any of the hooks named In the
above list will please mall them to me
at Sylvan, Ala.
TESSA W. RODDEY.
■o
A Beautiful Luncheon Party
read every
every
Entertaining Is so much In vogue in
these days of women's societies that I
think you may all like to hear about the
tasteful and pretty, yet not expensive,
fashion In which a charming hostess—'
Mrs. A- H. Chisolm—entertained a party
of friends in her lovely home at Clark-
ston, near Atlanta.
The guests were members of the Mary
E. Bryan Club. After listening to music
—.vocal anjl Instrumental—they were in
vited into the dining room, which was a
picture of artistic beauty.
A large square of Battenburg lace over
pink satin almost covered the table. In
the center of this stood a tall cut glass
vase filled with pink carnations. Around
the square and at each plate were the
favors, delicately shaded pink hibiscus,
beautifully natural looking, though made
of tissue paper. The refreshments were
first a salad course, followed by fruits,
cake, wine (home-made) and a delicious
fruit punch served In baskets' made
(handles and all) of the rinds of oranges.
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Consumption actually consumes; it
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Pour requirements must be met to
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Think of it!—the average lire 14
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Reader, If you are a victim of, or
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and dear to you who
tlve and curative
Some need only
era the Coltsfoote
the Psychlne Tonic, others
Many send for all four, use one or more
appropriate for their own cases and
give the other remedies'to friends.
WRITE THE DOCTOR
WRITE TO DR. T. A. SLOCUM, 98 i menaced by wasting malady of any
Pine Street, New York, mentioning
The Sunny South, and the complete
combination will be sent to you free
from his great manufacturing pharma
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You are welcome to write for your
self or for another who is afflicted or
description.
Kindly write, giving post office and
express address, so there may be no
trouble in the shipment of the rem-
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Street, New York City, and say you.
saw this offer in The Sunny South.
W EASILY EARNED
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After this came the surprise dish—a bowl
of English walnuts. The guests each took
a nut, and on opening it found their for
tune “In a nutshell.” The reading of
these caused much merriment. On part
ing 1 with the charming hostess—after a
pleasantly spent afternoon—she was kind
enough to give me at my request the
recipe for the nut salad which we had
greatly enjoyed. I append it for the Ben
efit of the Householders.
THE NUT SALAD.
Use equal quantities of 6elery, cut in
small pieces and blanched almonds or
else English walnuts, chipped fine. Serve
on lettuce leaves and put over it a
large spoonful of dressing—made by beat
ing very light the yolks of two eggs.
Add to this one-dialf teaspoonful of salt
and mustard and one tablespoonful of
sugar and beat again. Then add slowly
(continuing to beat) four tablespoonfuls |
of melted butter and six tablespoonfuls
of vinegar. Cook slowly (a double boiler
is best) until it thickens and is creamy.
When cold add one cup of whipped
cream. ,
it. A. MELTON. ;
