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The Atlanta Georgian
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VOL. IX. NO. 99.
ATLANTA, GA„ SATURD AY, NOVEMBER 26, 1910.
PRICE:
HAT FOR TAILORED SUIT.
This pretty conservative shape was of navy blue
felt, soft and pliable, with a comparatively small crown
and wide up-turning brim. The hat sets well down* over
the hair and the shape Is such as to offer excellent foun
dation for a neatly draped face veil. The softly rolling
brim Is slightly Indented at the left of the front, where It
Is held by a novelty buckle of fur. Thru this are thrust
two smart quills which are fashioned of navy blue silk,
the front being covered with a gilt lace. The color scheme
of dark blue, brown and gold Is very pleasing.
WHY THEY MARRIED
=By DOROTHY DIX=
“The real reason that I married,' 1
said the drat man, "was because I was
a coward.' I was afraid, of a girl'
tears.
"This lev an ungallant and a caddish
thing to say, but this is a,confessional
In which wo have all promised to toll
the exact truth. That's my excuse.
"Betty and I grew up In a little town
together.. She was the prettiest sort
of a village maiden with rosy cheeks,
and crisp curling brown hair, and a
saucy way of talking that captured my
youthful fancy.
"I us?d to pack her books to and
from school, and spend my pocket
change on caramels and chewing gum
for her, and there grew up a'really
strong attachment between us that. In
my youthful Ignorance, I supposed was
love.
“After I quit school I went Into the
village bank, and I still beaued Betty
around to church and the church sup
pers and parties, but everything was In
statu quo, so to speak. There was no
engagement between us, but I supposo
both of us had a vogue Idea that we
cherished a deathless passion for each
other and that some day we would get
married.
The Crisis.
“Then came. an offer to me of an
assistant caahtershlp In a big bank In
the city, and that, curiously enough,
had the effect of precipitating a crisis
In my emotional as well as business
life, for It was on the strength of the
sentiment aroused In me at the thought
of leaving my old home, my old friends
and my family that made me make my
fatal matrimonial mistake.
"I remember It all as Jf It had hap
pened only yesterday. I was ambi
tious, and I was elated over the pros
pect of success that had suddenly
opened up before me. I had that cu
rious thrill, that sense of power, that
comes to a man when he feels In his
hand the weapon that he knows he has
the skill and strength to use, and
knows that at last he has really begun
to fight his battle, and that the victory
Is sufe.
"I was glad to go and yet my heart
overflowed with tenderness for all that
I was leaving behind. My mother and
father, my sisters and my brothers bad
never seemed so dear. The old homo
had never seemed such a neat as It
did when I was leaving It. *Peop!e
whom I had laughed at became sud
denly Interesting and picturesque, and
those I had loved seemed Inexpressibly
near to me.
"In this exalted frame of mind I
went to d farewell party that my old
girl and boy chums gave me. Betty
was there, looking like a peach In a
pink muslin. We danced much to
gether, and at last we strolled out Into
the moonlight, and with music pulsing
on the air and my own blood racing
like fire thru my veins, I asked her to
be my wife—to wait for me until
could make my fortune and come back
for her.
"It was a moment of emotional In
sanity, but In It I settled my fate, and
I went away, a boy of twenty—bound,
fettered, with a halter about my neok.
Of course I didn't realize what I
had done. I honestly thought myself
very much In love with Betty, and kept
her photograph on my dressing table,
and wrote her long letters In which I
told her how I was counting the hours
until I could come back to her. That
was for the flrst few months.
Then I began to get acc&atnted In
the city. My family had good city
connections, and It was not long be
fore I was being asked about, and
meeting city girls, beautiful, cultured,
clever, gracious; and older women,
women who had .touched life at many
points, and who were wise, and toler
ant, and broad.
T had not known that there were
such women, and my very soul leaped
to meet them. Theirs was the com
panionship .of which I had vaguely
dreamed as the most delightful thing
on earth.
The Awakening.
“That summer I went back home to
see Betty, and I shall never forget the
shock of that flrst meeting. It seemed
to me that she had grown ugly In my
absence. Her rustic beauty looked
coarse and provincial to me. Her
clothes seemed Ill-fltting and out of
taste. Her voice sounded strident. Sho
did not know what to do with her feet
nor her hands, how to sit nor how to
walk, and oh, the dreary dullness of
her conversation after we had threshed
over the village gossip. Worst of all,
I realized that her mind was narrow
and prejudiced.
"Thon It came over me with a sud
den sickening that I had changed, that
I had grown, that my Ideals wero dif
ferent. I knew that wo ought not t«
marry, that we should not hare any.
thing really In common, but I was
bound to her. People , teased me about
her, and told me how faithtnl sho
had been to me. It was like taking
the last straw away from a drowning
man.
"I lacked the courage to tell hel
outright thit I could not marry her
and that whatever little love I had for
her to begin with had burnt itself out,
so I feigned that I was summoned
back to my work and left before my
vacation was half over.
"Then I tried to kill her affection for
me by neglect. I left her letters un
answered, but It made no difference.
The groat, thick, fat dally envelope
with the village postmark on It that
I learned to hate tho very sight of.
came regularly every day. When I did
write, I sent her curt, cold notes, but
her replies came back brimming over
with forgiving love that nothing could
hurt.
“Every year when I went back to the
village—for my family still lived there
—for my annual visit the Idea of mar
rying Betty was more and more dis
tasteful to me. Every year she bored
me more and seemed to be more tiro-
some and dull, and at lost. In sheer
desperation, I plucked up the courage
to tell her that I did not love her as
I once had, and that I did not' think
wo would be happy together.
“For reply she threw herself upon
my breast and hung frantically, weep
ing, clinging there, and begging me
not to forsake her. She reminded me
of how long she had waited for me, of
how she had given up other chances
of marriage that she might have had
but for me, and she repeated over and
over again that she asked so little, just
a little affection. Just to be near me,
and protested that she know that the
old love would come back if we were
together.
"And I was a coward. I was too
weak to break away from the hands
that tried to hold me. I couldn't take
my happiness at the price of hers—and
so we were married within a month.”
"By George," said one of the other
men, under his breath, "It does take a
lot of courage—It takes a brute—to
tell a woman who loves him that he
doesn't love her any more."
"It’s the reason that many a man Is
married,” said the third man, cynically.
NEW MUFF,AND 8CARF.
One of the distinctive features of the winter cos
tume Is the fur-trimmed scarfs and muffs. Tho muffs
. ore huge, flat affairs, the stoles so broad as to closoly rc-
semblo capes. The set shown in the drawing Is com
posed of broad bands of black velvet, whose.lnner edge Is
finished by stripes of fur, and tho center of whtto satin.
finished with black chenille fringe—another
son's popular fanclea
he sea-
IDEAL OF FRIENDSHIP
'Ey ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
(Copyright, 1910, by The New York
Evening Journal Publishing Co.)
Friendship Is a beautiful word; It Is
• beautiful sentiment
Friendship between women Is often
spoken of sneerlngly by men. It Is
Intimated that women are Incapable of
honest, unselfish friendship, Into which
no element of petty Jealousy or selfish
ness can enter.
It Is true that men are more fre
quently good friends. In the full sense
of that word, than women. That Is be
cause men have larger and more varied
Interests In life than most women, and
do not depend upon the companion
ship of one or two Individuals for their
entertainment, as women so often do.
nut women are coming Into a larger
Ideal of life. They have more avenues
for growth than they once had; they
have wider opportunities for advance
ment along the paths of progress; and
til this means that women are better
tble to be real friends with one an
other than In the olden days, when edu
cation was limited to masculine seekers
sfter knowledge and when woman's
sphere was limited to the four walls of
t house.
Woman’s Limitations.
Tet the friendship Ideal Is only oc
casionally Illustrated In full beauty and
perfection by women. The narrowness,
the pettlshness and the selfishness of
will crop out where they are
least expected oftentimes; and the wom
an who Is full of praise and admiration
for her friend not Infrequently shows
an unbecoming spirit of Jealousy when
some one else praises that same friend*.
Only now and then do we find the
woman who has the delicacy and tact
»nd good taste to avoid or avert any
possible Unhappiness or even annoy
ance for her “dearest friend," by plac
ing the lover or the husband of that
"dearest friend" outside the pale of
even the shadow of flirtation or ro
mantic Intrigue. Too often the love
of conquest or of power is greater In
* woman's heart than the sentiment of
friendship when such temptations Pre
cent themselves.
Besides being loyal and true, friend,
•hip must be free from every unworthy
feeling and from every abnormal and
unwholesome phase to deserve the name
of friendship.
Avoid Jealousy.
>f all the blights which can fall
upon a pure, sweet friendship, there la
thing so black and ugly as that of
the hysteria which renders woman
Jealous of all the masculine or feml
nine friends of her friend.
The moment this phase develops In a
woman, the hour she shows a desire
to dominate and control her friend, or
to become hysterical and assume the
a| r of an Injured party because of
other interests and affections, that
moment the friendship should be rele
nted to the plane of mere acqualn-
anceshlp,
If you have such a friend, do not for
moment be persuaded that she loves
"u unselfishly, do not be led lo yield
her whims and to give up other
more reasonable attachments to sat-
“fy her Jealous demands.
J fake her understand from the very
fit moment that sbe exhibits a wish
dominate your whole affectlonal life.
belongs to her, as one flower In*
garden occupies its proper place, while
others aro blooming near, sharing the
sunlight and soil.
Never allow a friendship to trespass
upon any domain In the garden of your
heart which Is not Its own.
Do not permit friendship to become
hysterical or over-emotional. These
are unnatural phaaea; they are a fun.
gus growth, and must not be mistaken
for a new kind of- rare bloom.
Keep away from the friend who Is
Jealous of all your' other friends, of
your lover, or of your husband. She la
not a friend who can help your life In
any way, and the only kind thing for
you to do Is to talk plainly to her of
your disappointment and pain that she
should be so selfish and unreasonable,
and to advise her to place herself un
dvr good medical and metaphysical
care until her mind become* normal.
Avoid the Abnormal.
Never permit any friend to feel that
ahe can control your time and that ahe
must always stand first and foremoat
over all other intereata In your life.
Aa women are developing In the
many new lines of thought and expo
rlence which the altered conditions of
the world offer them, abnormal and
unwholesome tendencies are cropping
out.
■Guard yourself from them, and help
your friend lo overcome them. If you
see these Impulses showing themselves.
Give no countenance or quarter to
the abnormal. Let the sunshine of
purity, and sanity and wholesoraeness
ahlne upon all your friendships.
And do not overdo friendly assoda.
tlon. Any strain of music sung Inces
santly becomes monotonous. The con
tinual society of a friend who wanta
all your leisure time Is unhealthful for
both parties. ,
Keep your balance.
Bill’s Luck.
A great sporting event waa takln
place on the village green, the annu
football match between the married
men and the uncaptured. As the local
doctor was refereeing and the parson
and curate were acting as linesmen, the
match was being, played in a very
sportsman-like way, but, nevertheless,
Bill Jones, tho bachelors* center for
ward, met with a bad accident. His
leg got broken. While the Injured
limb was being put In splints the bach
elors’ right back turned to hls partner
and remarked:
“It's a good Job the doctor was ref
eree today."
"Aye," replied the other: '3111 alius
was a lucky chap.”—Tlt-BIts.
Infallible People,
John Corbin, author and playwright,
said recently that be had resigned the
post of literary- director of the New
theater because he disliked the supe
rior air that such ofllces carry with
them.
“You decline play after play,” he said.
You make enemy after enemy. You
pretend to be Infallible and the pose of
your Infallibility is an ugly and un
popular one.
“Nobody, you know, wants to be like
Blynn's wife.
' That wife of yours,' said .a friend
Another
Bit of
Grand
Opera
Coming
Some of the Prin
cipals in the
Bessie Abott
Opera Company
The charming Ameri
can singer and
the Liebcr company
of Italian singers will
present “La Boheme”
and “Madama Butter
fly” at the Grand
on December 9 and 10,
For Whom D<
YouD
ress?
Uiat sh* must accept only that which Traveler.
of Blynn’s sympathetically, "never ad
mils having made a-mistake, does sheT
“‘Oh.’ said Blynn, with a .bitter
smile, 'she occasionally allows that she
made one mistake when she married
me, but she won't admit even that out
side of the family circle.'’’—Boston
Tho as an organization the Beetle
Abott grand opera company, under the
direction of Llebler & Co., Is com
paratively new, the bright particular
star, Miss Abott, has already sung be
fore local audiences and her art has
won for her much praise. The forth
coming appearance of this company
at the Grand on Friday and Saturday.
December 9 and 10, In two operas, la
creating a great deal of Intereat In
musical circles.
On Friday evening Giacomo Puc
cini’s splendid work, "La Boheme,"
with Miss Bessie Abott os Mlml, will
be sung, and again on Saturday night
At the matinee Saturday Mile. Louisa
Vellanl, by special arrangement with
tbe directors of the Metropolitan opera
house, will sing Clo-Cio-Ssn In the
same composer's opera, "Madame But
terfly." Both of these exquisite works
are already known and popular among
local audiences and the promise Is that
Atlanta operagoers will enjoy a rare
festival'of music from a remarkable
opera company of flrst degree.
Mlml was the flrst role in opera that
Mis* Abott created, when she made her
debut at the Grand opera house of
Paris five years ago, end It was then
that her singing and histrionic ability
took that critical center by storm. Two
years latsr she repeated her wonderful
success at tbe Metropolitan opera house
In New York, when It was under ths
regime of the late Herr Conreid.
The company In support of Miss
Abott brings several brilliant Singers
among whom may be mentioned Sig
nor Giuseppe Gaudenal, a noted tenor,
who la the Idol of musical Italy. Giu
seppe Glorgi Is another tenor whose
exquisite volco and remarkable acting
have brought him Into the flrst rank of
lyric singers, while he Is yet a long
way off >0. Cess re Clandestlnl Is con
sidered one of the leading conductors
of modern Italian opera and his serv
ices were only secured by the Lteblers
from the Royal theater of Milan upon
the urgent appeal of Mascagni to the
directors.
In conjunction with Miss Abott, tbs
personnel of this grand opera com
pany waa carefully selected by Mas
cagni last summer In Italy and each
singer was engaged with a view to a
specific role In Mascagni's new opera,
"Ysobel,” which is to be produced at
the New theater In New York In Jan
uary. Similar care was bestowed upon
tbe large chorus, all of whom aro grad
uates of the musical colleges of Italy,
with the exception of about ten
American girls who are students of
singing in Paris, and who have come
to America In Mis* Abott’s company
for the purpose of securing practical
operatic experience.
Altogether the voices of this com
pany number ISO and Signor Clan-
destlnl't orchestra adds another 50 to
what is without doubt tbe greatest, mu
sical organization that has ever left
New York city.
Notice of arrangements for the sole
of seats for these operatic representa
tions will be announced In a few days
and In the meantime mail orders and
subscriptions will be received at the
box office by tbe management of the
Grand.
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
Do you dress to' please women or
men?
If you are an average woman you
dress to please women.
Women like stylish clothes; men
don't care a pin for style, as long as
the style Is becoming.
If you wore your grandmother's bon
net and looked pretty in It, no man
would consider Its ancient style a bar
against wearing It.
Women have the happy faculty ol
persuading themselves that style Is
beauty.
They go forth with some monstrosity
perched on their heads, quits content
in the knowledge that they are up to
date.
If that were not the case, do yon
think that some of tho caricatures ol
hats wo see would ever be worn?
And, how about tho hobble skirt?
If'the fat women could only see
themselves as others see them, they
would die before they would hobbli
themselves.
8ty!s a Fatloh.
Men laugh at them, but the women
are so obsessed by their blind worshlo
of style that they con swallow tbs rid
icule.
The tight skirt Is neither modest,
pretty nor graceful, but you see thou
sands of them simply .because women
are such foolish geese where style lr
concerned.
The man who really cares for yon
does not care how you dress as long ai
you aro neat.
You may put your whole soul lnt«
the choice of a hat and he won't even
know It Is new unless It is extreme l>
?tyle.
Get becoming clothes by all means
and spend time In tho seloctlon ol
them* but If you want to please men.
don’t sacrifice beauty to style.
You may waddle Into a room in th«
newest thin? In tight skirts and th«
most ridiculous thing in hats, and
every woman will envy you, but sh«
won’t stop to think whether or no you!
grandeur is becoming to you.
Study Your Need.
When a man pays you a compliment
on your appearance you may feel sun
that your clothes are very becoming.
The woman with largo hips should
have sense enough to know that sh<
can't- wear a narrow skirt.
I have never heard one man-admin
the narrow skirt, but I have heard
dozens of men laugh at them.
Of course if you are content with Oh
admiration of your own sex you wli:
go ahead and make yourself as gro«
tesque as possible.
But if you caro in tho least for men’i
approval you will study your own styl«
and not be a blind slave to fashion.
Stupid People!
Traveler—Haven’t you a time table!
Station Agent—We used to have om
until the people began to think th«
trains were supposed to keep to 1L-
1’liegcndo Blaetter,