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THE OEOSOIAIM’S MAGAZINE, PAGE,
* Hunting a Husband *
NO. B—THE WIDOW GOES DRIVING WITH HER YOUTHFUL SUITOR
AND MAKES A DISTRESSING DISCOVERY
By VIRGINIA T. VAN DE WATER.
A'T'A HE following day it rained from
Jf rnoTr.lruj to night. To the un
—wxmraed G.la Statement would
not seem of any special importance, but
to Beatrice Minor it meant a dashing
of her hopes. It was raining again on
the second morning, and was still at it
on the third day.
“This must be what old-fashioned
people used to call ‘the long rainy sea
son of May,’" said Maynard over the
telephone. “I can not tell you how dis
appointed 1 am. I hope that you. too,
are a little sorry?’’
“Yes, I am,” said Beatrice. She would
not let him suspect that she was ac
tually unhappy about tlie weather.
“You see. I do not have many chances
to get a drive into the country, and I
was looking forward to it so much.”
“Don’t say that you were.” reproved
the man. "Say that you are still look
ing forward to ft. As soon as the sun
has been out long enough to dry up the
roads, we will have our drive.”
"You can let me know about that
later,” said Beatrice. “I shall expect at
least twenty-four hours notice.”
It would not do for her to seem too
eager, she thought. Men prized lightly
‘ society that they could secure easily.
But when, on the fourth morning, she
awoke and found the sun shining
brightly and a brisk westerly breeze
blowing, her spirits rose with a bound.
Perhaps today the roads would be too
muddy, but b.v tomorrow they would
be in fine condition. She was so gay at
breakfast that Jack asked her what
made her laugh so much.
"The sunshine, honey!” she exclaim
ed. "Don’t you like it?”
“Yes, 1 do.” he said; “and Jean and
I have been planning to have you take
us to the park tomorrow afternoon, if
it is a nice day.”
Beatrice’s face fell. “Tomorrow,
dear?” she faltered, “but I’m afraid
that mamma can not go tomorrow.”
She had away of mixing the first and
third persons when speaking of herself
in a style peculiar to parents.
“Well, today then?” urged Jack.
Perhaps He Would Telephone.
She did not want to go out today
until she had received a telephone mes
sage from Maynard. Surely he would
• call her up with regard to tomorrow.
Perhaps he would telephone to her this
morning.
“I’ll see about it. dears,” she prom
. ised. And the youngsters went off to
their kindergarten with this hope in
their minds. It seemed strange to them
that mother should ever be in doubt as
to her engagements, for her time had,
heretofore, been entirely at their dis
posal. Thy felt the change in her at
titude, but did not understand it.
Unfortunately this happened to be
one of the days in which business kept
Robert Maynard from his office and
out of town, so he did not telephone
to Beatrice. The same business would
prevent his going out driving tomorrow
also, but she did not know this. There
fore. when at 3 o'clock she had not
heard from him her feelings underwent
a sudden change, such as all women
know. If he was not gentleman enough
to remember his promise, she did not
want him to remember it; if he cared
so little for her as to forget her, she did
not care for him! That is the way
that a woman takes such matters.
Engagements with the men in whom
MRS.GREATOii’S
AWFUL
EXPERIENCE
During Change of Life —How
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege
table Compound Made
Her a Well Woman.
Natick, Mass.— “I cannot express
what 1 went through during the change
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one day of the wonderful cures made by
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com
pound and decided to try it, and it has
made me a well woman. My neighbors
and friends declare it has worked a mir
acle for me. Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege
table Compound is worth its weight in
gold for women during this perod of life.
If it will help others you may publish my
letter.’’—Mrs. Marion Sweet Grea-
TON, No. 1 Jefferson St., Natick, Mass.
Change of Life is one of the most
critical periods of a woman’s existence.
Women everywhere should remember
that there is no other remedy known to
so successfully carry women through
trying period as Lydia E. Pinkham’s
> actable Comnound.'
i. you want special adrice write to
Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confi
dential) Lynn, Mass. Your letter will
be opened, read and answered by a
woman and held in strict confidence.
she is interested may seem but inci
dents to him; to her they are episodes.
So, when the children came in and
asked if she was going to the park
with them, she sprang to her feet and
said that she was, and that they were
the only creatures in the whole wide
world that she cared one whit about,
anyway. While the remark and her
seeming enthusiasm appeared to the
small boy and girl to denote happiness,
and added to their glee, the mother felt
as if there were a tragic gloom over
the whole afternoon, and that she was
using actual physical force to keep
from succumbing to it.
Still the hours in the open air, the
sight of the children's enjoyment and
their pleasure In her society quieted
Beatrice’s nerves, and she slept so well
that night that the next morning she
forgot to listen as anxiously as yester
day for the telephone bell. At 11 o’clock
a special delivery letter came for her
from Robert, asking her to drop him
a line saying whether she would drive
with him the following day. “Send it
to my house,” he dirscted, “for I shall
not be at the office until tomorrow.”
A Woman’s Reply.
"I think,” she wrote, “that I can ar
range to get away tomorrow afternoon.
If not. I will call you up in the morn
ing.” ,
The man could not know that noth
ing less than illness or catastrophe
would keep the woman from accepting
his invitation.
The sun shone brightly the next day.
Maynard was not to call for Beatrice
until 3 o’clock, but by 1:30 she had
begun to dress for the afternoon. She
wanted to be sure that every detail of
her toilet was just right, for Robert had
remarked during their last talk together
that it was a delight to look at a wom
an as well groomed as she always was.
She would not disappoint him by not
being suitably dressed today, and she
did up her hair three times before site I
thought that each lock lay just Us it
should. She tried the effect of low
shoes, high shoes and pumps before de
ciding upon the last; she remembered,
after donning these, that one’s ankle
was often very evident in stepping into
and out of a trap, and drew on a pair
of silk ’ stockings instead of the fine
lisle thread ones she had at first se
lected.
The pinning of her hat and adjusting
of her veil gave her cause for much
study, for while the white chiffon veil
was most becoming, it would dazzle her
vision when she was in the glare of the
sun. and she would not be able to note
the expression in Robert's eyes as he
looked at her and talked to her. Final
ly. she chose what the saleswoman from
whom she trad bought it had called “a
complexion veil,” explaining that it was
thus termed because it made the wearer
look young and‘gave her a pretty col
or.” By the time it was satisfactorily
adjusted the present wearer had so
much "color” from excitement and an
ticipation that the veil was not needed
to enhance it.
She knew that her tailored suit fitted
her to perfection, and she was ready in
time to have her gloves on and fastened
before Robert drove up in his trap with
a handsome horse that looked spirited,
whether it was or not. She did not
keep him waiting for a moment. She
recalled Tom's opinions about women
who were not prompt, and thought that
perhaps oil men held the same radical
views. Maynard sprang from the driv
er’s seat as she came out of the door of
the house, and he bared his handsome
head as he bent over her hand.
“The day and you are perfect!” he
exclaimed in reply to her remark about
the weather. “Both are just as I w'ould
have them.”
As he assisted her to her seat and
sprang into his, she wondered if she
was mistaken in fancying that she de
tected a slight smell of liquor on his
breath. But, even if she did, what dif
ference did that make? Most men oc
casionally take a glass of liquor. Then,
as the horse started off at a brisk trot,
the fresh wind blew ;he faint odor from
her nostrils as her pleasure banished
the fleeting thought from her mind.
Not To Be Caught
Johnson is a mean man.
A favorite dodge of his is to try
and get free advice from his doctor, but
the man of medicine Is becoming too
sharp for him.
The other day Johnson rushed at his
doctor in the street.
“Good-afternoon, doctor!” he began
gushingly. “By the way, I know a man
who is suffering agonies from neural
gia. At times it is so bad he simply
howls with pain. What would you do
in that case?”
"Well, I don’t know,” was the doc
tor’s prompt reply. "I supposed I
should howl with pain, too.”
In Darkest Africa
The editor called the new special
writer up to his desk.
"Young man,” he said, severely, “we
don’t mind a few exaggerations, but you
have been going a little too strong .”
“In what way, sir?” asked the sur
prised pen-pusher.
“Why, in your article on Captain
Blanko in the jungle you state that im
mediately after dispatching the fero
cious lion he called for a taxi. Now,
any greenhorn would know that tnejje |
are no taxicabs In Africa.”
"I didn't allude to a taxicab, sir.”
"You didn’t?”
"No: 1 meant a taxidermist, so that
he might get the king of the forest
stuffed.” t
of life before I tried
Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Com
pound. I was in such
a nervous condition
I could not keep still.
My limbs were cold,
I had creepy sensa
tions, and I could not
sleep nights. I was
finally told by two
physicians that I also
had a tumor. I read
What Dame Fashion Is Offering
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A silk coat and skirt.
| ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * * B y ß a ..riceFakE~|
THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am 21 and in love with a girl one
year my senior. I make a good salary,
and I would like to marry this girl. I
had some trouble of my own which I
did not tell her of. She found out about
this matter and ever since then she has
been cold to me. How can I regain
her love? J. R.
There is only one way: Go to her
and explain your trouble, and be ab
solutely honest with her.
If your offense is such she can hold
out no hope of forgiveness, the only
chance left for you isg to so behave
yourself that she will regret her lack
of forbearance. You must live down
your mistake if you would live down
her objections.
And you must, respect her all the
more for having them.
CAN YOUR LOVE WAIT?
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am 20. and have Iwcn keeping com
pany with a girl my age about three
years. I was engaged to her six months
ago. being then in a position to marry
her, but since then I have lost that po
sition, and am puzzled as to my future
actions, matrimonially.
PERPLEXED.
A loss of position is unfortunate, but
a sincere love will survive greater blows
than that.
You certainly can't think of mar
riage if you haven't a position, but
that should not affect your engage
ment if the girl is willing to wait.
Tell her honestly and frankly all
about it. 1 am sure if her love is of
the. right sort it will increase, rather
than lessen, because of your misfor
tune.
MOST CERTAINLY NOT.
Dear Mies Fairfax:
I am <IS. and often go to parties ami
places of enjoyment, where I meet a
young man of 21. He pays lots of at
tention to me while I'm there, but he
never escorts me home or asks to call
on me. He told one of the young men
that he was going to have a jewelry
case made for me. Is it proper for
me to accept it? E. L. M.
I'nder no circumstances should you
accept such a gift from a man so near
ly a stranger to you.
If his intentions were of the purest,
he would not urge a gift on a girl to
whom he has not made '.he effort of
I ordinarily friendly attention.
ACTS LIKE FICKLENESS ITSELF.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am 23 and I am keeping company
with a man of 25. Before going with
me he met a young holy with whom he
<i u iiruM <<■ >•« <.n thu outs when he
started to go witli me. But now he is
keeping steady company with me and
he lias started to go to see her again.
He goes one night to see her and one
to see me. SUSAN.
You have no right to object to his
attentions to the other girl, for the
reason that he is not engaged to you.
Your right concerns only yourself.
You have the right, and good reason,
to object to the manner in which he is
treating you. Do not be at home the
next time he calls of if you are,
let him find some other young man
there. Such men can be cured only by
giving them just what they give.
THERE MAY BE OTHER REASONS.
Dear Miss Fairfax;
I have been going to theaters, etc.,
with a young man for the past seven
months. Now, this gentleman bus
spent many enjoyable evenings at my
home, and my parents like him very
much. But he has never asked me to
see any of his folks. Do you think it
looks as if he were ashamed of me?
PUZZLED.
Perhaps (I regret to suggest Itl he is
ashamed o fthem. It happens some
times that men and women are so un
grateful.
Ask him the reason. Give him the
benefit of the doubt, for there may be
many reasons why such a meeting has
never taken place.
DOES IT SUIT HIM?
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am nineteen, and very much in love
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The girl with the Auburn hair la on
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with a man of twenty-two. I have been
angry with him for the past year, but
now I am continually thinking of him
and would like very much to renew
our friendship. DOLLY.
If he has good, red blood in his
veins he will not come humbly back to
a girl who has been “mad" at him for
a year. That is a long time to cherish
resentment.
However, if you have wronged him,
tell him so. But do not tell him in
the same breath that you still love
him. Let that declaration wait till he
seeks it.
THAT IS FOR MUTUAL AGREE
MENT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am nineteen and deeply in love
with a young lady four years tny senior,
who reciprocates rnf- love. As she lives
quite some distance from my home I
would like to know how often it is
proper for me to call on her. She in
vites me up to supper every Sunday,
and as I am a very poor eater sin
thinks I shun her. HENRY.
It is for you and the girl to decide
how often you should call. Twice :t
week Is none too often, and it is ;t very
pretty custom to make Sunday night a
“regular" occasion.
If you ate a poor eater, as you say,
Iter solicitude does her credit. Don't
stay away because you are not a gour
mand. Rather, encourage her to pre
pare what you like. It will please her
and be a wise investment for you.
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7 saw your advertisement In The
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the first bottle did the work. I have
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Yearning For Mother-Love
By WINIFRED BLACK.
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A LITTLE girl, twelve years old.
killed herself in Louisville the
other day because she had no
mother like other little girls.
She had a comfortable home, good
clothes plenty to eat, and tmbodv was ,
cruel to her, and nobody taunted her (
with her dependehce upon relatives.
And yet she could not bear to live be- '
causes he had no mother like other lit
tle girls. So she crept awpy to a lonely
outhouse and died; like a sick dog.
alpne.
Poor little thing! Poor little lonely,
heartsick thing! She could not live ■
without a mother.
I wish I lived near where she lies
now. I'd make a pilgrimage to her for
lorn little grave and cover it thick with
roses, and at the head of the grave I <
would put a thriving plant, and all
along the sides of it should grow pan
sies. And whenever I saw a woman
unkind to her little, thoughtless, help
less, heedless girl, or hard to her clum
sy. awkward, hobbledehoy of a boy, I'd
take her out to that poor little grave
and tell her the story of it. Maybe it
would make her stop and think.
I wonder if she was homely, the little
girl who died because she had no moth
er like other little girls. Freckled, per
haps; sandy-haired. Maybe her teeth
were beginning to shed, and she didn't
know what to do with her hands and
couldn’t manage her queer feet just
right. Mother would never have no
ticed these things. Mother would have
seen the' beautiful gold lights in het
sandy hair, and it would have been
sandy to mother; it would have been
auburn or tawny.
Mother would have known that the
reason she freckled was because her
skin was so white and delicate, and she
would have contrived some kind of a
little collar opening at the neck, just
the tiniest bit, to show the white, deli
cate throat that would have changed
the whole look of the child. And moth
er would have seen that the big feet
wore well shaped, and only- looked too
big because they had grown ahead of
the slender, growing body.
Mother would have known how much
it made the little girl suffer when peo
ple laughed at those feet, end nobody
would have laughed at them twice
when mother was around.
What would you give today, you who
have faced the battle of life bravely;
you who have fought man-fashion with
man-troubles, for some one to believe
in you, as Mother did when you were
little and ran home and told her all
about it, as sure of her love as you
were sure of life itself?
There was one only who understood,
no matter how foolish you were, right
or wrong, wise or foolish, a failure or
a success.
Oh! if you could call her back out of
the twilight, how she would glory' in
your little triumph, how she would
grieve with you in your disappointment.
If you could just forget all you have
taken so much time and trouble to learn
and just creep right into that mother’s
arms again and tell her all about what
it is that hurts you so. She would find
some way to help you, some way to
comfort you, some way to soothe the
dull aching of your heart, if she only
held you in her arms again and sang to
you the old songs she loved.
“By Cool Siloam’s Shady' Rill”---was
that it, tjje old song she always sang to
comfort tired little souls?
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“How Fair the Lily Grows” —Oh!
fair and fair the lilies grow in many a
shaded place. “And tall and white they
stand.”
“How fair the lily grows”—“the hills
of Sharon’s rose.” tTld your own
heart acne, i wonder, When you sang,
oh, loving singer of long ago. And did
you hold your voice by the steady effort
of your loving kindness lest the tired,
puzzled little child in the shelter of
your brooding love should hear and
guess that you, too, were sorrowful?”
“Sharon’s dewy rose.” Oh, mother,
mother, if I could hear that old song in
your sweet voice the whole world would
change for me. and I would hold up my
tired head again, comforted and sus
tained.
She died because she had no mother
like the others did—she, poor little girl.
Pansies, forget-me-nots, little, sweet,
old-fashioned roses. I hope some one
who has known the love of a real moth
er will plant these humble flowers on
the grave of the little girl who died
alone, and water them and help them
to spring into grateful bloom. And
perhaps the child somehow will know
and be grateful when she is at rest with
the mother who bore her.
Do You Know
That
Over 30 ships are kept in constant
use laying and repairing ocean cables.
A parrot in the possession of three
generations has died at Erfurt, Ger
many, at the age of 107.
In the past 30 years more than 3,000
acres of the English coast have slipped
into the sea. Yorkshire has lost about
800 acres, while Lancashire and Suf
folk have each lost nearly 600 acres.
Three dogs have been enrolled a»
students at the University of Kansas,
where they will be under the tutelage
of Professor B. C. Dockerey, who will
endeavor to ascertain the extent of a,
dog's power to learn and think.
The punishment for drunkenness in
St. Petersburg is to make the offender,
no matter what his social position, s-weep
the streets. Well attired gentlemen,
some of them in dress suits, are occa
sionally seen sweeping the streets after
a night's carouse.
Thousands of fully Inscribed war
medals are lying in the war office
staterooms awaiting claimants. Look
ing over the tarnishing piles, one can
not help wondering what life’s trage
dies may be responsible for their-re
maining year after year undisturbed.
This unclaimed collection represents
every campaign in which British troops
have been engaged since the Crimea, - >
BUT HE DIDN’T.
“What tvotild you say,”’ began the
voluble prophet of woe, "if I were to
tell you that in a very short space of
time all the rivers of this country would
dry up?”
“1 would say,” replied the patient
man. “ ’Go thou and do likewise.’ ”
WHEN WOMEN TALK.
“So she was led to the altar at last?”
remarked the girl in blue.
“Led!” repeated the bride’s dearest
friend. “Led! I fancy you didn't see
her. She didn’t have to be led. When
she started down the aisle you couldn’t
have driven her off with a regiment of
cavalry.”