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The Atlanta Georgian
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SECOND
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VOL. vm. NO. 255.
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, MAY 28, 1910.
PRICE:
The Secret of Happihess
tfo. 6—Never Trouble Tiouble Until Trouble Troubles You
By
DOROTHY
DIX
He sixth secret of happiness Is:
Vever trouble trouble until trouble
troubles you.
One of the most pathetlo things In
the world Is the fact that we are not
rontent with the misfortunes that we
isre, but we go out of our way to bor
row trouble.
He sorrow that crushes us Is not
the grief of the present moment, but the
»„r of some possible calamity that may
he waiting for us tomorrow. We can
sndure the load that we are now bear
ing. but we sink under the burden that
may be laid upon ua
There are rich men who never enjoy a
iollsr of their money because they are
harassed by the dread that something
might happen, some time that would
render them bankrupt Always before
their eyes Is the vision of breaking
banks and falling crops, and panics,
and Urea and disasters, and they trem
ble to think what would become of them
If everything they have earned. l,y years
of hard labor, were suddenly swept
away.
He Who Borrows Trouble.
Tou say to such a man that he should
not work so hardt that he should take
long vacations; that he should travel;
that he should build himself a beautiful
house, and have horses and automo.
biles and get some pleasure, as a pay
for his slavery to business. Ho shakos
hie head. He says he can't afford It,
and. altho he Is ashamed to put the
truth into words, you know that be has
gone out and borrowed trouble, about
poverty, at compound Interest. He has
not sense enough to wait to worry over
hard times until they come battering at
his door.
And there fa the man who fa always
troubled about his health. Nothing at
all the matter with him now. Heart,
and lungs, and stomach as sound as a
dollar; but he lives In the dread of
Smart Afternoon
Gown
1 COL CUT LINES—SMART AFT-
ERXOON—WOMANS PAGE
This charming costume Is of black
and white checked crepon foulard, a
material which will be much In vogue
In Paris during the present summer.
The gown Is tTlmmed with navy blue
liberty silk, which is used for the
sleeves and the broad band at the
bottom of the skirt. The band above
Is of cashmere embroidery, as Is the
rest, out buttons are. used on the
waist and sleeves. The overskirt, like
the drapery, Is something new. The
hat Is of black straw, and one of the
latest models, Lucy Hamard, and Is
most becoming, with Its Immense bow
of navy blue liberty silk. (Gown by
Boue Boners. Photo by Felix.)
tuberculosis, or heart trouble, or dys
pepsia. Ho la afraid to do this, and
he dare not do that. He denies him.
self what he likes to eat and drink, and
wraps himself up In cotton Wool, be.
cause he Is so afraid of getting sick.
It's bad enough, heaven knows, to be
an Invalid, when some fell disease does
seise upon you, but It Is worse still to
be a vicarious one, and to suffer ail the
pangs of a deadly malady In anticipa
tion.
But women are the great trouble bor
rowers. It’s the female sex that goes
out with cymbals and banners, to meet
misfortune half way, and that's got
"Welcome” on Its door mat to grief,
If all the tears that women have shed,
for Instance, over their fear that their
husbands will cease to love them when
they got old and ugly could be conceit
trated In one body of salt water, It
would make a lake big enough for them
to take pleasure excursions on. From
the day of her marriage A woman Is
always on the lookout for that calamity
to befall her; and she gets to be an
adept Into twisting meanings Into aota
of which the poor unoonsclous husband,
who Is generally as faithful as the
house dog. Is totally Innocent.
“Ahal" She Says, "He’s Tiring of Me."
Hubby Is worrying over a knotty
point In his business and he forgets to
kiss wide good-bye when he starts to
work. "Hal" she cries, "he Is growing
tired of me.” Hubby Is detained down
town by a customer at night and wide
emits a shriek. "There Is another wom
an. I am a poor neglected wife," she
walls, and goes off on a debauch of woe.
There are millions of women who
make themselves utterly wretched over
their Imaginations on this subjeat, and
who live in a continual dread of be
ing supplanted by a younger and fairer
face In their husband’s affections. Tet
the number of men' who are roally
faithless to their wives la exceedingly
small, and, In view of the fact that
most husbands go thru life thinking
they have picked out for a wife the
prettiest and smartest woman In the
world, It does look as If women might,
at least, wait to be neglected before
they make themselves wretched over a
possible rival.
The amount of sorrow, of real heart
breaking grief that women manage to
borrow on the account of their children
Is something Incredible. Once upon a
time I found a young mother shoddlng
a perfect geyser of tears Into the fat
neck of her little baby girl.
"Oh,” she moaned, "I don’t see how 1
can stand It,' God holp mo. I don’t sea
how I can bear It.” In great alarm I
Inquired what was the matter. "Oh.”
sho walled. “Just suppose, when baby
grows up, she should marry a dreadful
man who would come home drunk some
night and beat her.”
This Tragedy Twenty Yssre Off,
I adjured the afflicted mother to put
off crying about that sod event until it
took place, as It might never happen,
and was at least reasonably certain not
to happen for some twenty-odd years;
but she refused to be comforted, and Is
still lying awake at night grieving over
the problematlo marital misfortunes of
her little girl, who can not yet walk
steadily on her fat little legs.
Ono thing that should keep us from
borrowing trouble Is that the misfor
tunes that .we dread never come to
pass. The people who have never en
joyed a good meal for fear that the
time might come when they would have
nothing to eat don't die of starvation.
They perish of gout Those who have
been afraid to travel lest they might
be killed In a railroad accident never
get to sue a railroad company for a
broken leg. They fall down In their
own bed room and smash themselves
up.
The women who agontxe for fear they
may lose their husbands' love are not
neglected. They get tired of their hus-
bands and want affinities themselves.
And so It goes. The danger that we
are looking for never happens to ua
We are shot from ambush In the rear.
We talk a good deal about people
who are light-hearted. They are the
same people who take things as they
come and who live today and let to
morrow take care of Itself. They are
those who never trouble trouble until
trouble troubles them, and so they
pass unscathed thru life.
SOME CHARMING FASHION HINTS FOR EARLY SUMMER
CREAM FOULARD FROCK.
A gown of cream foulard, with dark green dots, sur
rounded by black rings, Is sketched above. An effective
ribbon trimming Is Introduced on this frock and adds
much to Its smartness. The ribbon Is of the ground shade
of the gown, and starting at the shoulder seams Is crossed
over the bust; passing under the arms. It Is taken to the
back, where one end terminates, the other being returned
to the front, where It hangs In one long flat end, knotted
at the knee. Heavy cream lace trims bodies and sleeves.
The chemisette Is of pale green chiffon.
OF HENRIETTA CLOTH.
At least one little frock of woolen material Is necessary
for a little girl's summer wardrobe. Especially Is this true
when a visit to the mountains or seashore Is contemplated.
Here Is an excellent design for such, made of gray blue
henrietta, and to be worn with lingerie gulmpe. The
little frock hangs straight from the shoulder, with four
pleats on olther side of the neck opening, which are
stitched to the waistline. The under-arm seam Is left
open and fastened together by numerous Uttle silk straps
and buttons; this trimming being repeated on the short
cap sleeve. The hat la of blue straw, with trimming of
black velvet, blue silk rosea and Dresden ribbon.
GRAY GLACE TAFFETA GOWN FOR MATRON.
The gown above was made of state gray glace taffeta
and designed for the wear of a middle-aged matron at a
fashionable wedding reception. The skirt fits the form
quite snugly around waist and hips, but widens to ap
propriate fullness at the feet, being slightly puffed and
held In below the kneos. The black lace flohu which drapos
the shoulders, hanging to the walat In the back, gives
richness and dignity to the costume. Tho front of the
bodice Is embroidered In silver, and above this Is a band
of rare old lace, similar bands being used for the sleeve
trimming. Yoke and collar of gray chiffon, gray ertn tur
ban, with gray plume and wreath of silver tissue roses.
A Little Story of Married Lif<
...THE WHISK BROOM...
(By MABEL HERBERT URNER
Author of 'The Journal of a Neglected Wlfa”
"Winifred! Where did you put the
whisk broom?"
No answer.
"I say, Winifred." opening the bath
room door and looking out. "where did
— —it the whisk broom?
ere did 1 put what?” calling
from her room.
'The whisk broom!
"Oh." appearing at the door, her hair
half dressed. "Why, Isn't It In the
small drawer of your chlffonlor7”
"Well, I wish you would leave It In
the bath room—that's where I always
want It.”
“But the bath room Isn’t the place
for tho whisk broom.”
"It's the place I always kept one be
fore I married.” .
"But you were very careless, dear,
before you marrlsd. I'm trying to
teach you to be more orderly.”
•Well. I’m going to reserve the priv
ilege of keeping a whisk broom where
I CM
Isn’t the place I
l whisk broom. Why
here It would be so
If I left everything In the bath room
that you wanted tb
wded
oro
couldn't get Ini"
m there—and you'll kindly not take
It out.”
'Ob. you mean you're going against
my expressed wish In such a small
matter?"
"Since It's such a small matter—It
shouldn’t make any difference.”
"But It does! I Insist that you keep
whisk brooms out of the bath room.
It’s not tho place for them."
“And I tell you It’s the place I've
always kept one—and I shall continue
to do so!”
"Oh! I didn’t know you could bo so
obstinate.”
And I didn’t know you could be!”
'Over such a small thing os a whisk
HOW TO BE HAPPY, AND MARRIED
(By JAMES J. MONTAGUE
4 New England minuter says lack of sporting blood in either party is ample grounds for divorce
Bill Johnson’s wife had large mauve eyes, and fluffy, russe hair.
She guarded Johnson’s happiness with tender, wifely care;
She cooked him class-A buckwheat cakes; she cleaned and pressed his clothes,
And never spent a single cent on frills or furbelows.
But just because she never diced or backed a losing horse,
Bill took a train for Reno, where he purchased a divorce.
The man who married Betsy Trout had simply boundless pelf,
And spent it lavishly on her instead of on himself.
He purchased her an opera box, a limousine, a yacht;
And everything she asked him for he bought upon the spot.
igl
Buf when he 'wouldn’t play the wheel she cailed him a bad sport,
And got a separation by an order of the court.
So you who, steeped in love’s young dream, mayhap may contemplate
An over-hasty plunge into the strange, united state,
Base not your hopes of happiness on charm of soul or face,
N’or overestimate the worth of beauty, wit or grace;
Tf your adored lacks sporting blood, however fair she he,
The first judge who discovers it will hand you a decree.
broom.”
'That's what I was thinking.”
Ha hud taken the whisk broom from
the chiffonier drawer and now strode
back Into the bath room and slammed
tho door.
There were angry tears In her eyes
aa she finished dressing for dinner. And
her nose had to be powdered several
times to hide the suspicious pink tint.
Dinner passed In a strained and most
uncomfortable silence. He made only a
few formal Inquiries about tho new
maid, to which she answered In mono
syllables.
After dinner she murmured some ex
cuse about “letters to write,” and went
Into her own room. Every moment she
expected him to follow her—to come to
maks peace—but he didn't She thought
of the book they had planned to read
this evening—of the pleasant hours that
had been spoilt—and her Indignation
grew.
Burely she was right! She was only
trying to keep tbelr little apartment In
order. Before he married, he could, of
course, do as he pleased, but now—
should ho not consider her—especially
Indignation and sense of Injury grew.
Ten o'clock come. He was still In
ths library. He had made no sign of
coming to her. Than she beard him
moving about In his own room. Then
the sound of water running for hts
bath. When all was quiet, and the
transom dark—she knew he had gone
to bed.
Then suddenly came the
perhaps he had relented! Perhaps ha
had taken the whlak broom backtohla
chiffonier as she wished! Her heart
beat hopefully as she stole quietly Into
the bath room. But no—the whisk
broom was there on the shelf over the
washsland. It seemed to stare at her
defiantly from Its place beside the aoap
and tooth brushes.
She went back to bar room—and to
bed. But the pillow was wet, quite wet
with Indignant tears before she fell
asleep.
Bhe was awakened by a sound from
his rpom. She sat up quickly. The
light abone thru the transom and thru
the crack' under the door. The aound
of a drawer opened and closed. Could
It be the chiffonier drawer? Then the
transom was dark.
Again she stole quietly Into the bath
room. This time only the soap and
tooth brushes were on the shelf—the
whisk broom was not there!
There were tears In her eyes as she
stole back to bed—but they were not
angry tears now. The pillow received
several kisses with some very foolish
whispered love word*.
Replacing the Whisk Broom.
She would be ss generous as he! She
would wait until he was asleep and
then take the wblsk broom back to
the bath room! After all. If ha was
used to having It there—It was un
reasonable of her to object! How
could ahe have been so exacting!
Bhe waited a long time until aha was
quite sure he was asleep. And then
softly, very, very softly, she stole Into
his room. Knowing.that a light would
awkkan him, she felt her way thru
the dark to the chiffonier. Yes, the
whisk broom was there—the first thing
she touched la ths small top drawer.
Bhe took It back to the both room
and put It on the shelf with ths soap
and tooth brushes. And then once
more stole back to bed. Again ahe
kissed the pillow, whispered to It some
more foolish, very foolish things—and
then fell happily to sleep.
IN LOVE WITH LOVE
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
The woman.post >6 finds It dlftlcult
to discriminate between loving and be
ing In love with love.
Until aha la 31 aha likes to be thought
older than ahe really la and ahe gives
not a thought to being In lovo with
love.
After 21 ahe wants to be told that
ahe looks younger than aha Is, and
lually she grows more and more In
gradi
love
After that ahe la la danger of marry
ing a man ahe doe* not love, simply
because ahe longs to be loved.
And some women go thru life quite
content with being loved, giving little
and receiving much.
Of course half a loaf la better than
no cake, and tho next beat thing to
loving la being loved; but why be aat-
Isfled with tha second best when it
comes to the most Important thing In
your life?
When a woman falls In love with be
ing loved It It because she has grown
weary and dlacouragad or because she
la Impatient to be married.
The longing to be taken care of and
irotected lies deep In every woman's
eart, and It la easy to persuade herself
that the affection and gratitude ahe
feels Is love.
I know a girl who Is on the brink of
making Just such a marriage. The
man Is In love with her, and he can
give her a good home.
She has worked hard for several
years, and Is tired of lighting tho world
for a living.
"Do you love him?” I asked, when
ahe came to me for advice.
"No,” ahe said, hesitatingly. T don't
think I do; but I Uke him, and tho
temptation to be taken care of Is too
strong to resist.”
"But supposing that the day cornea
when you do fall In love, what then?”
"I suppose I'll have to risk that: but
I hope It never cornea.”
I aald no more; there really seemed
nothing to say. Tha girl Is alck of her
life aa It la, and, after all—the future la
on ths kneea of tha goda—aha may
grow to love the man ahe marries or
ahe may nevar know real love.
The trouble la that girls get dis
couraged too easily. The average un
married girl of 15 fears that ahe will
be an old maid.
Rushes Into Loveless Marriage,
With fear In her soul, she rushes Into
a loveless marriage.
If she mokes ths most of suoh at
tractions os nature has given her, and
keeps her heart and mind young and
alert, her chances of marrying last In
definitely.
Every woman wants to marry; It la
must natural that she should: all In r
Instincts drive her toward wifehood and
motherhood.
Man It not ashamed to say he Is
anxious to marry; so why should wom
an bo mads to feel that aho must pre
tend Indifference In the matter?
Woman wants to marry, and She
ought to marry, and there 1b no reason
why aho should alt down at 25 and be
gin to frot over the chancos of being
an old maid.
Our grandmothers married at six
teen, and were old women at .30.
But things are ordered better now
adays, and marriage at sixteen la nn.
If you And yourself drifting Into
marriage simply because the man laves
you and the glamour of being loved
dazzles you, pull yourself together and.
think things om,
If you are content to spend the rest
of your life In the twilight of bra tn-
! ti ll,I I,f the radiant glory you might
have, well and good.
Sometimes you can hardly tell the
difference between loving and being
In love with lovo, but there la a differ
ence, and you will know it if you wait
for the real thing.
Take my advice and wait,
ATLANTA GIRLS IN GRACEFUL DANCE OF MUSES
Photo by Wesley Hfrshburg.
Misses Mabel Whitner, Helen Reeves, Jennie Belle Boyden, Frances Downman, Martha Phillips, Edna Fowl
er end Lillian Carter. These young women msde a greet success in their beautiful dance which wee ar
ranged by Mies Lilian Viola Moseley, and presented at the Grand Wednesday evening in Mies Hanna's achool
entertainment, when a large audience was delighted with the line program, “The Dream,” written and staged
by Miss Henna, was a delightful feature of the evening also.