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I The Atlanta Georgian AND NEWS VOL. IX. NO. 63. ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, OCTOBER 15,1910. PRICE: Training a Man ih Sentiment—By Dorotky Dix * A h omeof 1 heir (u /Wh By Ivennetifl arris The heart of every woman In the world craves sentiment and romance. It isn't enough for her to know, baldly and abstractly, that her husband loves her She wants to have his affection for her manifest Itself In'a thousand little delicate, tender, poetic ways. In a word, she Is never satisfied with plain bread and butter. She wants „ke and she wants frosting on her cake Not having much of a sweet tooth himself, man can never under- stand this feminine peculiarity. Why. heaven's name, he asks himself, should a woman lay such stress on the observance of dinky little annlversa- rles" Why should her eyes fill up with happy tears and her face absolutely -row young again, when he brings her a bunch of roses on her birthday, while She receives the price of a new cooking stove without any emotion whatever? funny things, women. And all of them a little bughouse, even the most sensi ble. . However foolish In a man's eyes It may be for a woman to hunger as long as she lives for the little attentions that show that her husband Is still a lover, to the woman It never ceases to be a subject of vital moment, and noth ing really goes farther to make mar riage p. failure, so far as women arc concerned, than men's neglect of the little sentimentalities of life. There fore It becomes an Important question as to how a wife shall secure to herself the halo of romance that keeps mar riage glorified. Hsr “Man of 8entiment." The other day I heard an Interesting discussion of this subject among three married women. One of the women had been lucky enough to draw that matrimonial prise, a man of exquisite sympathies and understanding, what the old-fashioned novelists used to call •a man of sentiment." He Is a pool young fellow. Just getting a good start in life, and he and his pretty wife have not yet very much of this world's goods to bless themselves with, but the hus band Is continually devising little un expected treats for his wife, and none of their fete days—her birthday, or Christmas,. or the anniversary of the day they met, the day they became engaged, or the greatest day of alt. the day they were married—ever goes by ithout some token of recognition from him. •'And the beautiful part of It all Is," said this happy wife. In telling of It, "that the money for the things he gives me always represents some special out side work, some labor of love that he does Just for me, and that’s what makes the cheapest trinket more In my eyes than If It were a diamond tiara that he Just had to draw a clieck for." "My husband,” said the second worn- nn. who Is also a young woman, “Is as good a fellow as ever lived, and very fond of me, J>ut he Is a practical, un romantic sort of man, very much ab sorbed In his business, and.If I'd let him he would degenerate Into the dry- us-dust kind of a husband, who thinks lie has done his full duty by his wife when he pays her bills. 8he Trained Him. “Fortunately, I had enough sense to tee that, and to realise that you can cultivate sentiment In a man Just as you can flowers In a garden, and that It Is up to a woman to decide whether ■lie is going to have a beautiful home life, or ono that Is as bleak and arid as a desert. I began by simply de manding that my husband should show me the attentions after marriage that lie did before. When he dropped oft sending me flowers and candy 1 asked aim w hether anything had happened to :he confectionery trade, and the rose •rop, and casually remarked that I had aot lost my liking for either flowers or meets, "The first time my birthday rolled ■round alter wo were married he gave tie a bill and said: 'Here. Mary, go lcwntoivn and buy yourself something rou want. 1 don’t know what you would Ike.’ I simply threw the money at his 'eet. and told him to keep It. and that f he didn't take enough Interest In me j remember my taste, nor think It vorth while to put himself to the trou >Ie uf selecting something for me, - could dispense with any remembrance >f the occasion front him. Perhaps It vas a very unladylike thing to do, but t pulled him up snort. He went down- on n and got mo a dozen things that 1 ranted, and since then lie has thought nough about me to remember what 1 ike. "No man can excuse himself for neg. ec:tng to celebrate little faintly snnl- •ersarie* by saying that he forgets hem. He doesn't forget anything that ie Is Interested In. If he’s got tne In- nieresi on a hundred lollar note coming me on the 16th of September. or the -lh of August, he’ll remember the date uit enough. As for a man saying that ie doesn’t know what to get his wife or a present, that Is simply an Insult, >r it shows that he considers her so ltile that he doesn’t even notice what icr tastes are, and that he Is so lndlf- erent to her that her little, often-ex- * cessed wishes for this, or that, make 10 impression upon him. "But when a man falls to show his rife the delicate attentions that women ova It’s her own fault, for a wife only ids what she demands of a husband, tnd the funny part of It Is that the I'omen who demand the moat not only ;et the most, but are the best loved, doreover, when yon turn an unro- uantlc man Into a regular Romeo he's leased as Punch with himself, and akes a lot of credit to himself for the harmlflg way he does things." Hsr 8ad Experisnes. "You are right,” said the other worn, n of the party, sadly. "I've been mar led thirty years, and no woman In the rorld has ever worked harder to help .man than I have to help my husband. •o woman has ever sacrificed more for man. and not many, I think, have ver made a man a mors comfortable oms than ! have. “In ihs way. I think my husband >res me. but I should drop deed with Inprise if he ever showed It to me by paying me any attention, or making me a present, or indicating In any way that ho took any Interest In my little likes. I suppose he knows that I have blrth- days, like other people, but he never makes any sign that he does, and as for celebrating the anniversary of when we met, or were married, he would Just as much think of celebrating the day we hired the cook. "Soon after we were married my birthday occurred, and when he passed It over without making me any little present I was cut to the quick, but I was too proud and hurt to demand as my right attentions and remembrances that were not prompted by love, and so I let the omission pass In silence, and that established a precedent of neglect that has continued to this day. ”1 think, not*, that Is when I made a mistake. I should have taught my hus band to consider me. I should have taught him how to treat me. I should have undertaken his sentimental educa tion, and It would have been better for us both if I had." Mollle wore her lace waist, which gave her quite a festive appearance, nnd Dick was splendid In the dinner Jacket that ho had acquired within the last deliciously happy six months. "Hanged If I’m going to go around sloppy just because I’m AT HOME,” Dick had declared.. And I don't knoWspnybody I’d rather rejoined. So they both looked very nice Indeed as they sat not quite opposite each other at the little, round, recently var nished table, very nice and very well satisfied with each other. •’Was the dinner good, my lord?” asked Mollld. Something About Martha Berry’s School For Mountain Boys' and Girls I think this school one that In Its essence must be universally followed In the North as well as In the South. Her work here Is far more Important than that of the statesman.” Such was Theodore Roosevelt's en thusiastic Indorsement of the work of Miss Martha Berry for the mountain boys and girls, on the occasion of his visit to the Berry Industrial school at Rome one week ago. And the praise was not overdrawn even from a man of such tremendous enthusiasms as the ex-president. For some years he has known Miss Berry well and has kept In touch with the work she Is doing. He believed In her and her mission. Just before he start ed on hts African trip he promised her to visit the school. When he fulfilled that promise recently he was complete ly captivated by what he saw. ‘ Just eight years ago Miss Martha Berry began the work near Rome which baa grown Into one of the best known Institutions of Its kind perhaps In the world. It would amaze even Romans to know how many famous educators, philanthropists and promi nent public men and women slip quiet ly Into Rome and spend a day or more Investigating this Institution. Many come with the Injunction of secrecy laid upon Miss Berry and others there. How Miss Berry began this work In a small log cabin with a Sunday school for the surrounding families, which grew Into a small day school, and finally widened Into a great Industrial movement, has been told and retold augurated the school od a few acres of her own estate. She knew the mountain boys well, for her life had been passed nenr them. Sho realized that education and Industrial training only was nebded to lift them out of the commonplace Ifito 1 spheres of useful ness. ‘ **" It Is doubtful If sho realized then to what tremendous Importance her work would grow In. a few years. She wns amazed with what' eagerness those sturdy youths camo Out of the hills to get an education at any cost. The history of the school Is written In sac rifice—sacrifice on the part of the tire less woman who has built It up, of the boys who have and are benefiting from her efforts, and of the parents to give their children Advantages which had been denied to them. Today Berry school Is really a small republic, with Its own government within Its own domain of some 3,000 acres Its all who go tlful grove, approached by a broad, macadamized roadway, tho numerous buildings of the Institution are grouped about the handsome and classic main school room. Within this broad and beauti ful estate today some 300 boys are working with hands and minds to equip themselves for their life's work. Hero they are taught to do tho humblo things with Intelligence. Under proper Instructors they cook, wash, l farm; In fact, do everything normally S nd naturally connected with the con. uct of a big and modem farm. For the past several years Miss Berry has wanted a girls' school, but her en tire time end efforts were concentrated on firmly establishing the boys' Insti tution. She passed the goal of her ambition In the first enterprise some two years ago, and then started her school for the mountain girls. Altho only In Its second year, this school now has 36 mountain girls there learning the domestic arts and securing an English education. There Is no doubt that this work will grow Into equal Importance and scope with the boys' school within a few years, for Miss Berry Is a tireless worker. * SOME CHARMING FASHIONS FOR THE EARLY AUTUMN atf/m CHILD’S DRE83 IN TAN AND RED TONE8. Here Is a pretty frock for a young lady of eight sum mers or so. It Is'made of cashmere In a dull shade of tan and trimmed with embroidery .In self-tone, with a touch of red. The front of the blouse Is laid In a center box pleat, with two tucks at each side; the back has merely the two tucks on either side of the cloelng. The sleeves and blouse are In one. tbe band of embroidery which outlines the neck extending over the shoulders In a- pointed tab. The skirt Is the conventional side-pleated sfTalr, tbe belt and cuffs of the embroidery. Tbe hat worn Is of soft tan felt, with trimmings of dark red velvet ribbon. ONE OF THE FALL HAT8. Most of the hats for wear with tailored costumes this fall hava the narrow, drooping brim and high square crown. These are covered with silk or velvet, either plain or In folds. The hat sketched above Is a slight change from this, tbe stiff crown and brim are covered plainly with green velvet, the brim being bound with gmsgraln ribbon and turned up on the right side to the height of the crown; on the left side Is a flat bow—resembling that worn on pomps—which Is also made of the grosgraln In the shade of the velvet FOR A GIRL OF EIGHT. In the sketch this little frock seems rather elaborate, but lx In reality a very simple design, which may be, however, very effectively trimmed. Two shaped box peats run from shoulder to ham, both front and back, and between there the skirt Is laid In Inverted bog pleats, while the waist plain under the arms. Is slightly blouse In front. The sleeves ere plain, with soutache-trimmed cufTe, and the neck la cut low, showing a lingerie gulmpe. There Is an Inset of velvet In self-tone thru the center of the shoulder pleats. Ths belt and fronts are trimmed with a simple design In soutache. "Waa It good I" exclaimed Dick. "Oh, was It!" "You didn't complain, anyway.” said Mollle, beaming at him. "Let me tell you a secret, Dick." llt ., ,■! "Oo ahead,” raid her' husband. "I think you're a very nice boy. No, that wasn't sn Invitation. Dick, lake care! You're upsetting tho coffee. There! What did I tell you?" Dick gaxed on the wrecked coffee machine, the flooded table cloth anil his wife’s dress In alsnisy. "Mollle!" he cried, penitently. ‘Tour pretty dress and tho table—and—clumsy brutel” Mollle laughed. “Great goose,” sho said. “What's a dress or a table cloth? Don't look so tragic, please. Here, you wanted to klse me, didn't you? Very well, then. Don't keep a lady waiting." Dick embraced her. It took a little time. Presently Mollle pushed him away and Into a chair. “Now, sit there while I put on my apron,” she said. A Buslnsss-llks Apron, She left the room, and In a moment ,h ® fPron on. It waa not a foolish little aoubrette apron of sheer muelln with ruffles and rosettes, but an ample, buslnsss-llks affair of blue cyeI {)lck ?oA “ ° f hCf bright •TW™’ am !* Ul I * h * commanded, you vs got to waft while I clear an <l tjie dishes. You may Yoor paper." I'ooh for tho plp« and Dlfflo tor Wer. ” .aid Dick. dSe!de°dIy. 'Th«£ J rood one. that Is. Think I'm going tS J“r* “d let you work In the kltch- sna J.5”*** not ' Any ° Id Uma I ait “ nd rfhO n»r paper while you're waah- J* 11 my Attention to It. Here's where I get busy ” skinned out of his magnificent d * l JJJ® r and turned back Ha shirt Then he piled up somo dishes box b n°fV h *ki. t J? um Phantly to a little ShifoiLifvjL ?• Wife, similarly laden, h,n >. In a little while the dln- E* <sl *^' d » n| I Mollle, stand- Inc by the spotless porcelain sink *•!“?** stream of water from ,ouc#t Into a blue ?"‘T«l« d dish pan. Dick stood at at tention with a now crash towel. said Mollle. "Ouchl hot" She mads a pretty PM? and extended her hand to Dick that ho might see how badly Tt'tenderiy^ a * d " H ° t00k K and kls ” d First Aid to ths Injured. “Now. It’s well," She said, gayly. fit's so bandy to have first aid to tho In jured around.” ••You'll always have It," declared Dick, IS she began with the glasses. The dish-washing took soma time, because there were distractions and di versions of various kinds. It Is diffi cult to make a stralght-away, method ical business of It, wheq the chief oper- *‘° r „ „ h “ round, dimpled arms and dimpling cheeks and dancing blue eyes *" d rod llPS that pout That Is. It you are of tho opposite sex and.have cer- taht sacramental rights and privileges. aiZX* ?®J rd FTOfo 'V ‘hat they dldn t mlmd cooking, but Just hated to wash ths dishes," remarked MoJIle "I think dish-washing Is perfectly lovely* I enjoy It." Td sooner do It than eat" Dlcloas- ha son* when w« get rich and have to let a lot of servants do it for u«." "Why need war asked Mollla Tm •ore i don’t want to live any dltferent- r “we're ever so rich. Let's always live here, Dick, just by our own two selves." "It suits me." said her husband, "but most women seem to want a Mg nous end servants and to entertain and all "I don't" Mollis said. "I don't and 1 won*—even. So that'a settled." £ e last of the Poulton wars and ths "itog gloss and silverware put . and ths two went back to the combination of dining room and libra ry. Dfck wearing a new smoking Jacket as a concession to domesticity. "Gesl This Is Grestl" "Tm going to get my sewing basket" 1 said Mollis.* "Now you can read the, paper If yon want to." 'Td sooner wateh you. If you don’t mind. I can read the paper In the train going and coming from tba office. A' man that can't find anything hotter to do than to read when he’s at home doesn’t deserve a homo or a wife. Gee! This Is great!" He let his gaxs wander for a momept from tbe young woman to tho little chiffonier, to ths weathered oak shelf with Its steins and plaques to the sectional bookcase^ ths pictures, end then bock again. “And. to think that at this moment thousanda of couples are dining at miserable restaurants and going to stupid theaters and card parties and things like that!" he observed. "Poor creatures I I pity them," sighed Mollle, darting a thread at a needle eye. "Dick, you must hurry and wear out some socks so I can darn them for you. dear." I'm Just erniy to darn your socks." And tho beauty of It all" reflected Dick, 'Is that thla Isn't Just for tonight or tomorrow night or next week on next gear. It's going on this wav for ever. Just as long as ws two live " Mollle raised serious, almost awe- struck eyes to bis. "Dick, darling," she ■aid. -lzn’t It wonderful! That’s the very Identical thjng I was thinking." Pries of tho Truth. I heard a alz-foot stranger Spin off s wondrous tils; A yarn of daath sod dinger. In which be did aot quail; All gashed and hacked sad gory, He stood it Isot supreme— A most unlikely story, That fellow’s ysm did seem. ns must have guessed my doubting; Ho looked me In tho eye. And strstghtwey started shouting: "Dost dare to hint I lie’" Truth rules me, autocratic; Tho I was seared clear thru, ”, I answered back emphatic: -*. • "You bet your neck I do." ’ Tbit alz-foot stranger bit me Upon my eyes and noee: Re gonged end scratched and hi He walked upon my toes; So alter tbe confusion I raised my bead to say. Tre corns to this getteiva tt Truth doesn't always pay." —Cblcnzo