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THE GEORGIANS MAGAZINE JPAQE The Definition of Charm By LILLIAN LORRAINE. •v-r tHII.E almost every woman \/V' wants to be pretty. I don't be lieve a girl exists who does not long to be charming. I have often wondered just what charm is Only a little while ago I was dining with some people at a restaurant, and we had been remarking on the dreadful assortment of ugly looking people, bad ly dressed and most depressing to con template. At the table next us there was a group of five people, three men and two women. One woman’s face was com pletely hidden by a big bunch of car- i nations which stood in the middle of ! the t...•>». W< could only see the ges ture: of her hands, and the nodding : plum, e of a smilrt bonnet, anti the : gen Aral out'.in < of the well dressed fig ure of a « on.in. I should judge, be- ; twe. n .10 and to. She seemed to be i telling . siory. At any rate, she was < keeping her friends in gales of laugh- | ter, and she managed the conversation i so that every one bad a. share of it, though she seemed to dominate. We , watched her for a long time without ; being able to see her face, and we all . decided that she was a very charming , person, but then we couldn't tell why, . because we could neither hear what she . ‘Bald not see het. We could only judge by her gestures and the way the bob bing hat turned from one person to the , other. It seemed so interested and so , gracious, and we knew the person be- ( neath was the same. ( It I* Illusive. , Charm is so illusive that you can’t , ..put a real definition to it. Being un- , Felfish does not necessarily make one charming, though a person who ia ob- ( vtously selfish never has charm. I ( think the secret of charm is to make ‘the most of yourself both physically ] and mentally, in order to please others, ( and incidentally to he agreeable to | yourself. No woman with an ugly speaking voice can be really charming, though ( lots of women with ugly faces have this enviable quality. Now, a pretty speak. ' Ing voice can lie cultivated, and there is no reason why every one of us should ' not speak in low and musical tones. It Is entirely a question of having your attention called to it, and remembering ! not to scream and talk loud, and not to talk in the awful nasal twang that ruins so many pretty voices. The best thing to do is to find some one with a pretty voice and imitate them. Be sure ' you choose an example whose voice is , 1 about the same range as yours. If your voice is naturally high you don't want to imitate Ethel Barrymore. And \ 1 Pot and Kettle Samuel Judkins had returned to the bosom of his family after a day's hard ! toil, and the news that greeted him on arrival was not uleasing to him "For idiotic, weak-minded supersti tion." he growled, "commend me to a I woman. Here you've given away my \ : beautiful fancy waistcoat to a peddler to charm warts from the children’s ■ ; hands'.” He paused to work up Indignation. "Madam," he thundered, "we are not . In the Middle Ages!" "Perhaps It was a trifle silly," mur mured Mrs ,1 “Silly, indeed!" can e the reply "It s' downright Idiotic! It's not so much ; the waistcoat. I would have you know, but in a pocket of that vest was a hare's foot And I've carried that hare's foot for three years as a safe guard against rheumatism!” Truly it was a ease of the pot calling the kettle black! BACKACHE NOT A DISEASE But a Symptom, a Danger Sig nal Which Every Woman Should Heed. Backache is a symptom of organic weakness or derangement. If you have backache don’t neglect it. To get per manent relief you must reach the root of the trouble. Read about Mrs. Wood all’s experience. Morton’s Gap, Kentucky. —“I suffered two years with female disorders, my health was very bad and I had a continual backache which was simply awful. I could not stand on my feet long enough to cook a meal’s victuals without my back nearly killing me, and I would have such dragging sensa tions I could hardly < ‘S£. ‘ mj s ? *■ TK Ml t- o ißrJh »i l- '—' —J bear it. I had sore ness in each side, could not stand tight clothing, and was irregular. I was com pletely run down. On advice I took Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com pound and am enjoying good health. It is now more than two years and I have not had an ache or pain since. Ido all my own work, washing and everything, and never have backache any more. 1 think your medicine is grand and I praise it to all my'neighbors. If you think my testimony will help others you may pub lish it.’’-Mrs. Ollie Woodall, Mor ton’s Gap, Kentucky. If you have the slightest doubt that Lydia 11. Pinkham's Vegeta ble Compound will help you, write to Lydia E.Pinkham Medicine Co. (confidential) Lynn, Mass., forad vice. Your letter w ill be opened, read and answered hy a woman, •nd held in strict confidence. if you have, a low voice, don't try to speak high like Billie Burke, for .in stance. When you think of a charming per son you naturally picture to yourself one who is scrupulously clean. I am sure if 1 were a man I would soon be disgusted with the most beautiful wom an in the world if the lace around her neck and sleeves was soiled, and if she had the misfortune always to look un tidy. as so many women do. The girl whose waist don't fasten properly in the back, and who hasn't had intelli gence enough to find out how to keep her shirtwaists in proper trim, making perfect connection with the band of the skirt, whose placket is never fastened securely and whose skirt sags at tha back and hike up in front: well, that girl could have the most divine fea tures in the world, eyes as big as tea cups, lips like cherries, and teeth like pearls, but if I were a man she would not tempt me. Being tidy is a habit that you have to cultivate as you do a broad A in speak ing. Some people don't want to culti vate the A. and others don’t want to be tidy, but mark my words, If you want to do either, so that it seems na tural. begin when you are young. A Principal Item. Dress is one of the principal items of a woman's charm. It doesn't have to be expensive, but it must express her own femininity and essential daintiness. You can wear the prettiest dress in the world, but if you are not really dalntyg somehow that quality is going to show. The fact that you have on a new and fresh dress doesn’t hide the lack of physical cleanliness and refinement, and somewhere this lack Is going to pro claim itself in the soiled ruffle of a petticoat that drags, or in a down trodden heel of a shoe, In hair that needs shampolong, and nails that need manicuring Mosl people think that being beauti ful Is an expensive process. That isn’t so at all. Real beauty doesn’t come out of shops, and while It means con stant care and attention. It does not re quire spending of much money. Neither does charm, A woman does not have to wear Paquin gown to appear absolutely charming in the eyes of her household. But she can’t come to the breakfast table in curl papers, or a frowsily head of hair, even If she's wearing a dress ing gown designed by a famous French costumer and be attractive. The woman whose face was hidden by a bunch of carnations and who im pressed us all by her charm was evi dently trying to please her guests. At the same time she did not seem to be gushing over them, or to be saying a lot of nonsensical, Insincere flattery. Vou may think for a moment, that a person who flatters you a great deal is really eharming, but. on second thought, you know that the things which they s ild could not have been true. The girl who flatters is not the popular girl, for she is soon found out. But the girl who has plenty of tact, and who graciously gives away to let another person shine, that girl has made a friend, and you will never hear her called lacking in charm. Charm denotes a certain softness, and I think women who affect the mascu line either in appearance or in speech, are usually devoid of it. Have you ever realized that on the stage only the smallest, most feminine kind of girls, ever make a success In masculine roles? That is because every one knows that It is only a masquerade. But if a girl really looked masculine. I think she would be hooted off tlie stage, and cer tainly she would lie totally lacking in charm. Our tailor-made costumes, our mannish boots, gloves and ties are only becoming to us when they are trans formed by being worn by the essen tially womanly girl. The mannish girl who affects part of her brother's cos tume, may have dash and fascination for a time, but if she cultivates this mannish trait to the detriment of her softer and gentle, qualities, she will soon find that she has completely lost the illusive and much sought for and most attractive of all feminine attri butes, charm. Do Yon Know That Mrs Pearsall Walker, of New York, who died recently, left an annuity of $1,500 to her donkey. Sunny Jim. The statute mile was first defined in the thirty-fifth year of Queen Eliza beth. Before that the English mile was put down at 5,000 feet. The judge of the supreme court of Chicago ordered the Inventor of a hair restorer to demonstrate the value of his invention by applying ft to the head of a bald policeman. The municipal authorities of Bristol. Pa., have ordered a gravestone to be removed from the local cemetery be cause it bears the following inscrip tion: "If leading politicians all go to heaven, then I'm bound to stop at some other station." A physiological curiosity In the form of a human aequarium has been discov ered by Hi. Rarer. The subject is ca pable of drinking from six to seven litres of water -that is. practically be tween 19 1-2 and 12 1-2 pints. The man is equally capable of swallowing four or five frogs or small fish and keeping them in his stomachic aquarium for about and hour and restoring them alive Ur. F'arez say- that Ills subject has acquired this strange faculty by systematic training, and he has sue ceedod In dei eloping this stomachic muscularity as other men develop mus cles in their arn - and legs. If Unhealthy, Be Healthy: If Healthy, Be Healthier! | | Fr-ym the Tzrndnn Sketch. < + 7 / iiiizriri $ - T S' ? "as •X y • |!rXj ' ‘ AX' \ X s *' \ ’ C.A . < • 'i j z >•"' ' ‘v M ” - < I vL': z ( z’ i l t - , / « N'' ' ! \1; 1 \ i / ■ ■ z” W \ GAFV M z* ,\v t u / I*' \ ' 7 - Wf/ *’■*. "TMBrwLz .'f ' r •A' A ’ M -a ArA- 4bl|wM """ ■ 1 p- \ A l "'H* ’ r ''' a % v ' , *y -z » V ’ ” 1 ' r 7 i:n.uL' ' X ; ■ z.- . . V ’ •.’ ' ’ Alv*, ■ *>!-.>- .<../■>. i i i>, • z ’■ -4/ ’ ' I Keep Fit Exercise*: V.—The Lift-the-Lad-Over-the-Chest-of-Drawers Twister, an Early Morning Exercise for the Dyspeptic. “THE GATES OF SILENCE” By META SIM MIN'S, Author of “Hushed Ep.’’ J Story of Love. Mystery and Hate, 'with a Thrilling Portrayal of Life Behind Prison Bars FIRST READ THIS:- JACK RIMINGTON. the hero of the story, and a man with a mysterious se cret, proposes to and is accepted by BETTY LUMSDEN, the charming young daughter <»f SIR GEORGE LUMSDEN, who, however, is opposed to .Jack because of the lat ter’s poverty, hut favors PAUL SAXE, a millionaire, whom Betty has refused to marry after telling him that she is engaged to .lack. Betty’s sister, MRS. EDITH BARRINGTON, suddenly returns from France and horrifies Betty by declaring that her first husband, EDMOND LEVASSEUR, whom she married secretly when a girl, and whom she thought dead, has appeared and demands 2,000 pounds «$10,000) in ten days' time, or he will tell ANTHONY BARRINGTON everything. Only four days are left and Mrs. Bar rington begs Betty to borrow the tnonej from Saxe. Betty is horrified at the proposal and refur.es, but. after a frantic appeal from her sister, con sents. The next day Betty telephones to Saxe and he consents to give her the money, but insists that she call at his house at 11 o’clock that night. Betty can not refuse That afternoon Rimington gets a note from Saxe asking him to call at 11:30 o’clock that night. Rimington is puzzled, but goes and Is astonished to see the nameplate of J. J. FITZSTEPH ENS, on the railing, this man being the money-lender whose persecutions drove TOBY RIMINGTON. .lack's brother, to South Africa. Rimington ascends the stairs, but Is startled to hear a woman's scream. —Now Go On With the Story There was something so strange and desolate in the unexpected sound ringing through the silence, muffled by sturdy old walls, that Rlmington paused involun tarily. Then, as he listened, it was re peated and silenced instantly. And to Jack Rimington it seemed that there was tragedy in that suddenly si lenced cry He paused tor a moment, looking about him. wondering whence the cry had come. There was only one door in the hall, a baize one. leading evidently to servants' quarters, from which the cry had certainly, not sounded, and another which yielded instantly to his touch, re vealing only darkness profound and un broken A Terrible Discovery. it must have been from upstairs that the cry had come. He dashed to the staircase, and as he ran up he had a momentary impression, vague as the im ages mirrored in moving water, of the bits of Flemish carving, the pieces of rust-spotted armor, that hung with tragic incongruity against the varnished, yellow walls. On the landing three doors stood ajar, and to bis suddenly quickened imagina tion it seemed there were terrors lying in ambush behind them. From one a thread of yellow light streamed out like a beck oning finger. With a curious, unfamiliar feeling, a sense of apprehension amounting almost to fear, he pushed the door open and went in. On Hie threshold he paused with one deep exclamation, seeing in the space of Its utterance a picture that etched itself into his brain indelibly. \nd for the mo ment it seemed a picture not an actual happening - the room with its stretching, shadowy corners, the round table on which an electric standard stood shedding a bright but restricted circle of light, and i lie figures in the foreground, the figure of Un- woman standing upright, the huddled figure of the man at her teet, and on the 'able like a myriad of mocking, leering eyes. a heap of gems of many-colored tires At the ecund of hie voice the womaf turned and looked at him. and this time the exclamation that rose to his Ups was stilled and frozen there; for this girl, whose white face was rigid with an expression of fear that rendered her al most ugly, was Betty Lumsden. She did not see him. or, at least, if her wide eyes took him into their range so vision, they did not recognize him. They were absorbed in something she held in her slim hands a long, skewerlike knife, with an ivory handle. "Betty, in heaven's name, what has happened: what are you doing here?” he asked, in a hoarse whisper. She heard him, if she did not see him. She tottered a few steps toward him. the knife held in her outstretched hand. "This man—this man—tried”— The words died in her throat like the snapping of a violin string. She flung out her haqds with a curious groping movement and the knife clattered at her feet. Then, and then only, Rimington real ized the nature of that other thing that / yFAUST/ —X ' The strength \ S FAUST / and energy build- ilf SPAGHETTI ' ing elements in is Uneconomical FAUST Lg j \ X f oot j—it will cut SPAGHETTI \ your meat bills are equal to those \- > Ix • 1 } lin half. Write in many times its /, . , , < X f tor booklet of cost in other k\ / foods. iV / Faust Recipes. I \ Sc »o. / XS i MAULL BROS. / % f 1 'Rv Sl* L©«i». Mo. k lay at her feet like some uncouth figure stuffed with bran, its arms grotesquely outflung. It was a dead man. There was blood oozing from beneath that hidden tace and breast. • "Betty, what have you done? Who is it?" He made a hasty step forward to turn the body on its back; but, before be could touch it. with sickening disconcert ingness the lights went out. leaving them in a darkness that seemed to clutch at him like clammy fingers. • • • The darkness and silence that closed about him so suddenly filled Rimington with a mad. unleaping sense of panic that could not have been more agonizing if he himself had done to death that stark thing at his feet. What was to be done? What was the terror that menaced him in the darkness? And now it seemed to him that terror had been stalking him ever since he entered that home. Os a sudden the darkness seemed to he alive with eyes baleful, malicious eyes that stared unwinkingly at the girl by his side. The thought helped to steady him, in truth, the panic that seemed to him to have lasted an hour had not lasted long enough for 50 seconds to be told off by those innumerable varied-voiced clocks in the hall. “Betty!" His voice as he whispered her name was steady, and the hand he put out gropingly toward her was steady also. "Betty—do you hear me? You must not move; the wire is fused, perhaps. I must get-a light." Alone With Death. There was neither murmur nor move ment beside him to tell him of her pres ence. Once during that agony of panic he heard a rustle of her skirt; but now she was silent and the darkness seemed to press more closely about hint. Cau tiously he put out his hand and groped, but it encountered nothing. When the light had failed the girl had been close beside him on his left hand; but now. right and left, his outstretched hands en countered only the air. "Betty!" he said again, and this time his voice was less steady. To Be Continued In Next Issue. ' 1 * Little Bobbie’s Pa * By WILLIAM F. KIRK. THE first time I ewer saw Pa jellus was nite beefoar last. The son Pa dosent git jellus eesy is bekause every time he looks in the glass he thinks a littel better of his self than he did the last time he look ed* in the glass. But nite beefoar last my old gent was kind of un-eesy. The reeson was that Ma had com pany & amung them wich was present was a yurig poet. He was the finest looking yung man that I ewer saw. He was about six (6) feet tall & he had grate big dark eyes & black hair, kind of long. Wen he talked it somnded like musick, & he talked enuff. Ma & all the ladies made a fuss oaver him. Pa & the other three gentlemen was fat, but thay are all good fellows, anyhow. Thay dident like it. the way all thare wives was making up to the poet. I think divine poetry is simply grand, sed Ma. Husband, sed Ma, doesnt this boy' reemind you of Lord Byron? I doant know, sed Pa; I newer seen a good picture of Byron. Oh, but he does, sed Ma. Mister Leegrande, sed Ma to the poet, won’t you reeslte us sum of yure poetry? He Recites. I shall be deelited, sed Mister Lee grande. Here is a littel thing that I rote one nite in the Bronx, & then he teeslted: Night, oh Nite Wunderful. Thy touch When o’er us all thy mantel falleth soft Brings peace and holy calm, and rest from care. Night Wunderful. Sweeter than garish day. Thou comest as Night shud come, all dark and soft And sable-sweet. Oh Night, deep, solem Night. Isent that simply divine? sed all of the ladies. It was kind' of dark that night, wasent it, sed Pa. How did you find your way home, Mister Legree? My name Is not Legree, sed the poet. Me naim is Leegrande. I beg your parding, sed Pa. Wen you was pulling all that dark stuff I guess it made me think of Uncle Tom & that made me think of Simon Legree. But doant you care, my boy, sed Pa. Have you got a nice light poem that you Zj t 1 (FyZx yS DRUDOE fWS« Ml (iii Mill « Better Than a Help Wanted Ad. Mrs. Leroy —“Anty, I’m just trying to compose a help wanted ad. for the newspaper that will bring me a washwoman. They’re awfully scarce and I’m so tired out doing my own washing I’m nearly half dead.” Anty Drudge— “Help wanted? Huh! The help you want is Fels-Naptha soap. Instead of writing that ad. you write a postal to your grocer to send you some Fels-Naptha. Then do your washing with it in cool or lukewarm water, without boiling and hard rubbing, and you’ll need no other heln. It won’t make you tired, nor take half so long.” If you want some clothes washed in a hurry, Fels-Naptha is a friend in need. You don’t need to wait for the laun dryman or the washerwoman. You don’t need fire, nor hot water, nor wash boiler, nor washboard. In summer or winter Fels-Naptha will take the dirt out of your clothes in cool or lukewarm water in the shortest time with out hard work. « And do it more thoroughly than the most elaborate laundry outfit with any other kind of soap. ou’ll find it immensely convenient in having a supply of Fels-Naptha always on hand. It will solve many vexing washing and cleaning problems in easy fashion. All that’s necessary is to have cool or lukewarm water, and follow the simple directions on the red and green wrapper. wud like to tare off. Me & my trends will stand for it, sed Pa, My’ poems are all seerius, sed Mister Leegrande. Destiny is driving us to a ultimate goal too fast to be frlv elus. he sed. Forget about Destiny & ultimate goals, sed Pa, reesite us a funny poem, so we can all git a good smile. I guess you had enuff good stniles today, sed Ma. Let Mister Leegrande reesite the kind of poetry that true poets rite. No sir, sed Pa. Tomorrow is the first of the month, with a month’s rent to pay & a butcher & a grocer to see. What we want tonite is a funny poem. If yure long-haired frend cant reesite one, llssen to this: A treetoad sat upon a branch. Out on a Arizona ranch. A cowboy' who was pigeon toed Along the narrow path then rode. While he toed in. that cowboy grim, The treetoad in as well as him. Nobody laffed excep Pa's men trends. The poet looked at Pa a minnit, kind of sad, & then he took his hat & went away. I think Pa is a better poet than them reglar poets bekaus Pa gets his neck shaved. W orse Than W icked “You vile creature!” As he spoke these cruel words Smith kins gazed sadly at the cat sitting sleekly on the hearthrug, and then still more sadly at the very small pat of butter which his landlady held before him on a plate. “Yes, Mr. Smithkins,’’ said the stout lady volubly, “that there’s all that Is left of your new pound of butter at breakfast. When I came into the room to clear away, there was that villain of a cat a-sittlng licking his whiskers, and the butter just as you see it now.” and she drew herself up with a jerk, short of breath. Smithkins again eyed the cat. then the butter, and then the cat again. “Vile, depraved creature!” he said reproachfully to puss. “Not only do you wickedly steal my butter, but so that I may suspect this dear, good Mrs. Bilkins, you even cut it off with a knife! ”