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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 il ■ MM- 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 » THE SUMMER MAID AND HOW SHE SHOULD DRESS ■Hr > « w 1 ' stoKP’* - I oWFTtMr* •• An \ ’lilF ' > ' ’WO A BLIB MBp Im ♦ \. • BBH ? t\ W ffl v * to ill \IJ j 'B?•* ■ i b X* • - /4m TOK , i» 3 HI t Umi ’ TOF TO TOr k “ L n TOw, TO, k TMoi rr se. IV-'I TO3fTO I'lX I MM TO B-Jrv-1 METOI jTOETOI HH / 7/tTO*uu Se L.. > Here is a r / / kSIIB A MIW \ \ v Taffetas and walking suit x< 111 fTOTOf W \ W ace are ere co °’ da * s ’ // / \\\ used to form a It is made of / / W A | I , . . w r _~ J 1 useful and effec gray cloth. The v x TOTOTO/ tive ebstume. cutaway coat T lIOT i ~ I fastens with two \ \ / / Buttons and large buttons; \\ // silk rouleaux similar buttons \\ \ \ / // trim the basque of a smaller size \\ \' ! /// of the coat, decorate the \\V z Sv The waist- sleeves and skirt. \x. H z// o . . , .< \\ fems / /z o bands and cuffs There are three c S/ broad folds on carried out the skirt. in velvet. 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 Not a Particle of Poisonous Lead orSulphur in Parisian Sage If You Are Looking for Hair Dye Don’t Use Parisian Sage If you want a good, clean, delightful hair dressing, free front harmful in gredients. ohe that will stop falling hair, itching scalp, banish dandruff and add luster to dull, faded hair, then ask for PARISIAN SAGE and see that you get it. The girl with the Auburn hair la on everj- carton and bottle of PARISIAN SAGE which is manufactured only in America by Giroux Mfg. Co., Buffalo, 1 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. N. Y. Price only 60 cents at drug and department stores and all counters where toilet goods are sold. Here's more proof: “I take gr»at pleasure in writing to you and thanking you for the benefit I have derived from your great hair ton ic—PARISIAN SAGE. I was confined in St. Johns hospital In this city for over two months with typhoid fever and my hair was falling out so much I thought I would be b»l4 headed in a few month*. 7 saw your advertisement In The Register, of this city, and got a bottle and used It according to direction* the first bottle did the work. I have used many other tonics for the hair, but PARISIAN SAGE has them all beat. I wish you good luck In all ways and thank you again for what it has done for me." Mr Mat. Delaney, 921 North 11th St., Springfield. 111. Yearning For Mother-Love By WINIFRED BLACK. ' -- -J 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? -1 You Can Keep Cool All This Summer = We have made our prices on Hammocks and Swings so low that every home can afford one. From now on you can’t regard it as an expensive luxury, for you couldn’t spend your money to better advantage. Jus* look at our prices! HAMMOCKS, any color and design. $1.25 to SB.OO OAK PORCH SWINGS $2.50 Put up $3.00 “KANAUGA” Porch Swings Handsome, weathered Oak Swings, with mortised joints, "1 extra strong—only $9.00 i- SPECIAL BARGAINS Bed Hammock with mattress, SIO.OO value, only $7.50 Canvas Bed Hammock, SB.OO value, only $7.50 Canvas Hammock. $1.50 to $2.50 value, special SI.OO ZT LAWN SWINGS, $5.00 value, only $3.98 = OAK -PORCH SWINGS, $7.50 value, only S!UW ANDERSON HARDWARE CO. 32-34 S. Pryor St. n r Lh iru '■■■ inr— ir= I “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.”