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THE GEORGIAN’S KAGAME'PAGE Thank Heaven, They ’re Not Women By DOROTHY DIX. THERE Is one thing tor which all suffragists should return thanks to heaven, on their knees, and ♦ hat is that neither President Taft nor ex-President Roosevelt is a woman. Suppose two women who were candi dates for the highest elective office in the gift of their sex—the presidency of the Federation of Women’s Clubs, or the National Suffrage association, say— who had once been bosom friends, were going about the country raking up each other's past and vilifying and abusing each other like fishwives. Suppose that the kindest epithet that they hurled at each other was Hussy! Cat! Liar! Ingrate! Fat Slob! and other compliments of the same kidney, wouldn’t there be heard from one end of the country to, the other that such con duct showed that women were unfit for or to participate in government ? Wouldn’t men declare that it proved how emotional, illogical and prejudiced women were, and how unable they were to bring the same calm, dispassionate consideration to bear on public ques tions that men did? Yea, verily. If two women who wanted the honor and office should act as our two most exalted statesmen are now doing It would put the cause of suffrage for women back 50 years. “Look at the hysteria of the performance!" men would cry. "Consider the disloyalty and the treachery of them! Look at the wire pulling! Observe how brit tle friendships are when they stand In the way of selfish ambition! Certainly, those who have no more self-control than is exhibited in this disgusting struggle for place and power have no right to the exercise of the franchise, and it will be a cold Fourth of July w hen we put the ballot in their hands!” Lucky For Surffage Cause. Yes. indeed, it certainly Is lucky for suffragists that Mr.' Taft and Mr. Roosevelt wear trousers instead of pet ticoats. because if two women had en gaged in such a mud-slinging contest as they have, and had back-bitten each Other as ,they have, we should have proved to everybody’s satisfaction that we are too emotional to be trusted to handle a loaded weapon like the vote. Os course, there’s no argument in the kettle reminding the pot that ft Is also black, but It is interesting and cynically amusing to note how different is the i’ode of morals and manners, even in politics, by which men and women are judged. Nobody, for instance, is fool ish enough to think that the unseemly wrangle between Mr. Taft and Mr. Roosevelt indicates that men are un fitted for self-government, or should be disfranchised, but If two women were to contend that way for an office it would be considered, and used, as a potent argument against giving women the right to cote. When a man wants an office he goes after it tooth and nail, with a scalping knife in one hand and a money bag in the other, but when a woman wants an office she is lampooned and criticised Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. SHE IS VERY INDISCREET. Deal Miss Fairfax: I have been keeping company with a young lady two years my junior and care for her very much. About two weeks ago I' made an appointment to meet her on a quiet cornet, where few people pass, in order to save time, as we were going to the theater, tin my way 1 met the young lady walking, to ward me with another young man who, after ho had left us. I found she had never seen before! I was very much put out about it, and told her so, but she seemed to take it as an every day occurrence and she laughed the matter off. I stopped calling on her and have received no word from her since that night. 1 care for this young Shctect fiat the Original and Genuine HORLICK’S MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. For Infants, Invalids, and Growing children. Pure Nutrition, up building the whole body. Invigorates the nursing mother and the aged. Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. A quick lunch prepared in a minute. Take no substitute. Ask for HORLICK’S. Hot in Any Milk Trust Dr. E. G. Griffin's 241-2 Whitehall Street. Over Brown & Allen’s Drug Store. Lowest Prices—Best Work. $5 set of Teeth $5.00 twWilwfu,tti Impressions—Teeth Same Day established 22 years Gold Crowns, $3.00 Bridge Work, $4.00 1708. Hours Bto 7. Sdnday 9to 1. Lady Attendant. GRAND CANADIAN TOUR McFarland's Seventh Annual Tour to Toronto without change. J 56 pays offers one solid week of travel through every necessary expense for the tour seven states and Canada, covering 2.500 High-class features are guaranteed miles including 500 miles by water. vis- Many already booked. Names furnished, itlng Cincinnati, I'etroit. Buffalo, Niaga- Send for free picture of Niagara Faile and r* Falls and Toronto, Canada A select full information to .1. F. McFarland, Man end limited party leaves Atlanta. Ga , ager, 41'4 Peachtree st., Atlanta, Ga., July 8 in a sp»o«*a Pullman train through Phone Main 4608 J. if she doesn't do the "after you, my dear Alphonse," act Women Must Keep Still. Apparently when men do certain things politically they are right. When women do them they are wrong. Men who believed that they had a right to a voice in making the laws that rule them have fought bloody battles to establish their rights, and the world has applauded them for it. But a shriek, that is echoed around the world,has gone up because some wo men. who thought that they had a right to a voice in making laws that govern them, smashed a few windows. Heaven only knows what would hap pen if a woman should shed a drop of blood in her struggle for liberty. Another curious and humorous illus tration of the things that a man may do, and a woman may not do, is shown in the right that men have to Judge a matter on its merits, while a wo man Is compelled to always lug in the eternal sex equation. For example, you often hear it said that Roman's cruelty to wmman makes countless thousands mourn, and not that nobody is hard on an erring woman as another wo man. In the first place, there isn't a word of truth in this assertion. Women women’s best friends, and there is no hand that is so steadily held out In helpfulness to the unfortunate of her sex as the woman s hatjd. But that’s not the point I want to make here. What I want to call at tention to is that a man is accorded a perfect right to judge another man freely, and say so. If a man finds another man to be a liar and a thief and a hypocrite, nobody accuses him of being actuated by jealousy and envy if he blackballs the unworthy one at a club and refuses to associate with him. If a man commits a terrible crime no body expects other men to be filled with maudlin sentiment about him. No matter what another woman is, no other woman can ever criticise her without being called a cat. and if she has the moral courage and hardihood to hold that sex doesn't justify crime and that the woman who breaks the law should be punished for it. every body turns on her the old cry that it is woman against woman, and that wo men have no pity for each other. All of which means ft a baffling and a perplexing job to be a woman, but amidst its difficulties Providence has vouchsafed us one mercy—it made Taft and Roosevelt our brothers instead of our sisters. Otherwise we should never have heard the last of the dangers of the emotional sex in politics, and the polls would have been the north pole to which no skirt would have pene trated for a generation to come As it Is we have hopes, and we point with pride to the fact that the two ladies who are now' rivals for the dis tinguished office of president of the Federation of Women’s Clubs are con ducting a campaign that Is fragrant with rose water, and each is saying that the other is perfectly sweet and a darling, and would make just a lovely president if she is elected. lady and am sorrv now that I went away in a huff. ANXIOUS. Tell her you are sorry you became angry, and tell her also, emphatically, coolly and convincingly, of the danger a girl Invites who is so indiscreet. If she refuses to heed, she doesn’t care for you. and it may be the best thing for you that the break in your rela tions has occurred. But don’t give her up without making the effort of your life to awaken her to her danger. IT WOULD BE VERY WRONG. Dear Miss Fairfax: T am eighteen and in love with a fel low more than one girl is after. Would it he right if I should ask him if he really loves me? C. M. That is the very last thing you should l think of doing. If "more than one girl’’ is after him, let him see you hope one of them will get him. An attitude of indifference on a girl’s part will awaken interest in any man who is pursued by other girls. His vanity is piqued and he begins to take notice of the girl who resists his charms. The rest is easy. "AN HONEST CONFESSION." Dear Miss Fairfax: Some time ago I kept company with a handsome young man. We quarreled and parted, and I have not seen him since. Now. I love this young man dearly, and feel that the quarrel was mostly my fault. RUTH P. Tell him you are to blame and are sorry for the difference. But don’t, be too anxious or too humble. Just seek a friendly reconciliation, and trust the rest to time. \ Lillian Lorraine’s Beauty Secrets for Girls go How to Use Your Mirror and Other Valuable Hints ■', 'j! l . l "'TCI!—SAgJU.?-.! 1J I I, .w'tSBBMgagMWFWt.'. ■ ■" I— — (d \ Zr ®V 'fliß®.. ■ < IVT A -A W / IV- V ’W W Z 1 i> //m ft MMk WWE/ //jS BA SMrWry* 'Jt JMMMMMIik w\\ 1 NN n d ' / MISS LILLIAN LORRAINE. “I have never seen anything to admire in a woman who didn't take pains to get a good view of herself in the looking glass.” {{T NEVER look in the glass when I I do up my hair," a girl said to me once, as I was struggling to get a good look at myself by the aid of a hand glass and a large mirror at the back. “No." my critical friend went on. "I could dress perfectly without any mir rors at all,” and she looked at me with such disapproval that I answered quickly. “I’ll take a triple mirror and all the big mirrors I can get. You probably only get a good look at your self in shop windows you look in.” That may have been a catty remark, but she certainly looked as if she put herseif together in the dark, and I’ve never seen anything to admire in a woman who didn't take pains to get a good view of herself in the looking glass while she was finishing her toilet, and especially after it was done. A three-s-lded mirror Is something of an extravagance, but one good one will last you a lifetime, and you will bless it daily, for the hints it gives you on how to dress, how your hair looks, and the back view you present to the public. Most people are awfully careless about the back view: men as well as women. A man thinks he's all right as long as he's not bald on top of his head, and you couldn’t make him take a scalp treatment or apply tonics to that little round bald spot which only shows at the back. Careless Women. Many women seem to think if they powder their faces and two inches of the front of the neck, the back will take care of itself. Os course the back of the neck is perfectly yellow in com parison with the white front, but they have no mirror to see themselves by. or, like my critical friend, they are too proud and haughty to care how they look, and they dress by Instinct and powder by intuition. The back of the neck and the collar is a very good indication of a girl's neatness or her lack of It. Even a Dutch neck will show it. I have seen lots of clean, white shirtwaists with a dingy, yellowish collar at the back, carelessly fastened with a bow or pin in front, and how many high collars Nadinola Talcum 8 WILL PLEASE THE MOST EXACTING There’s None Better —— Contains More Antiseptics SnU free just enough oxyj en to keep the skin white, soft, smooth and healthy. Nadinola Talcum Powder is composed entirely of sanative ingredients Soft as velvet Guaranteed By toilet counters or by mail 25 cents. KAZZOWAA Tan XT Paris. Tm hang on bedraggled and bent collar supports. Many women think that because a shirtwaist buttons in the back a miss ing button is of no particular conse quence. Like the ostrich who buries his head at the sight of danger, what they don't see does not trouble them. Another fearful spectacle which is part of the back view of many people are the downtrodden heels of otherwise good shoes, and the skirt that sags at the back and is at least two inches longer in the rear than in the front. But, of course, the worst sins against tidiness are committed in the depart ment of hair, for so many girls think that if their bangs are ail right they can trust the back of their heads to the manipulation of their fingers without the guidance of a double mirror. Sins of the Hair. I often notice that front hair is well brushed and well combed, bright and shiny. On the contrary, the hair at the back looks coarse and dry and ill-cared for. Many girls in brushing their hair at night simply part the hair in the middle of the head and brush down either side of the face, making the front of the hair quite smooth and paying no attention to the back and under part of the hair, which is most conspicuous when the hair is done up. To accomplish the best results in brushing, part the hair in sections or strands; have a perfectly clean brush: oil ft with a very little bit of salad oil or brilliantine. or if you like you can u»e vaseline instead. The way to oil the hair Is first to rub a little of the oil in the palm of the hand; rub . this on the brush and then brush your ha i r. When I have a chance to see some other play than the one I am playing In myself. I always look over the heads of haii- in the orchestra, and frequent ly wonder how women with good-eye sights and enough Intelligence to dress , the front part of the hair so becom ingly. seem to utterly ignore the fact that people sitting behind them get a good back view and have a wonderful opportunity of studying the various shades and qualities of artificial hair, which they so dexterously pile upon the back of their head. Artificial hair is a fearful give-away; that's one of the reasons why I am againsi ii. Ii never, never, never looks | like the haij that grows upon yout head, if the color is the Same. th> quality is different, if the quality is good, in a short while it gets that dead look the fital sign of the switch. ( Nowadays one needs very little hair to make a good appearance. I part my hair in the middle, make a coil on each side and knot II just back o! the eai I get the double loop effect in front by means of invisible haii 1 ! pins. but one c.m also use the small 1 barrettes about half an inch tong. 1 made of tortoise shell, which i-ornc In almost all the shades of blond and I brown hair, and which hardly show I at all. s A Little Advice. As o veral leaders have asked nw , to give them some idea of ho.. ml dress the hair. I will just note a few of the prevailing styles, but no one can really' advise another person, espe cially without having seen that per- One of the prettiest ways to do up hair, for a young git 1 !, especially if the hair is a little curly, is to brush the hair away fro'm the forehead in a soft (tompadour, but without any rats or pad. Knot the hair at the top of the head; take a band of narrow velvet ribbon about an inch in width, lay ii over the pampadour and fasten be hind in the nape of the neck. This flattens out the pompadour, of course, and curls and waves of hair can be brought forward from underneath and arranged prettily over the fore head. If the hair is thick, knot it at the top of the bead or lower down if more becoming. If it is thin and short, curl it over a curling stick, using a little sugar and water, and fasten the curls with hairpins to the velvet ribbon, dividing it into three parts for the back and two sides. I don’t approve of curling the haii with hot irons, especially not in hot weather. The big coronet ' braid or hair braided in two braids brought for ward from the back, crossing the cen ter of the head, is always a becoming style, and the plain Greek headdress, the hair parted in the middle of the forottead. brought down softly over the sides, and knotted loosely at the back, is becoming again a favored mode of hair dressing. Do You Know That A law has been passed iu New Or leans to compel laules to wear hatpins which will not project moif than an inch beyond the crown of the hat. Two aeroplanes were used at a wed ding in Mineola. L. 1., for Ihe purpose of showering rice and confetti on the newly wedded couple. Stored in large, strong rooms al Woolwich .dock yard are nearly 50,000 unclaimed South African war medals. With headquarters at Hamburg, the Hamburg-American line is the largest owner of steamships in the world. Out of a total adult white male pop ulation of 131?,000 in the Transvaal, nearly 50,000 are unmarried men, A baby newly arrived in England from India is priced at $5,000. He is an infant rhinoceros. 'l’o present u revolver at any one. even if the weapon is unloaded, is in law an assault. Smoothest, JO Softest \ a Talcum PowderX box Made / 'I t ‘talc > Borated. Delightfully Perfumed. White or Flesh Tint. Guaranteed pure by TALCUM PUFF CO., Miners an# Mann fart urr9 But«h Terminal Bldg., Brooklyn, N. Y. I IHWHIIH H.IW .dT l-nwr- * “The Gates of Silence” A STORY OF LOVE. MYSTERY AND HATE. WITH A THRILLING POR TRAYAL OF LIFE BEHIND PRISON BARS. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. He had been right: the man In his de cent. scrupulous silk hat. with his dis creet bag and silk hat, had been a solici tor's clerk, and Edith must have known it all the time. He looked down at the cord, and saw how it had been twisted by nervous fingers—a familiar, irritating trick of Edith's. Edith had known all the time -yet she had lied to him. Why? In a sudden burst of nervous anger he thrust open the French windows and stepped into the garden. It was all fresh and cool, gleaming palely under the first sunshine the day had known. But to Anthony Barrington, usually so sensitive to every fleeting change that passed over the face of Nature, the rare charm of the afternoon made no appeal. He paced the winding, moss-grown paths, a man com panioned by ugly thoughts; a man on whose shoulders little Devil Doubt sat and gibbered and chattered unceasingly Ropes of Sand. James Bradford —dul.v apprised by tele gram. as he had expected to be. that the friend of his “unfortunate client" would keep the appointment that had been made for her at some few' minutes be for 11—loitering outside the somber block of buildings where Edmund Levasseur, at present theoretically an innocent man, waited the pleasure of the law. found himself verj actively interested in his own musings. They were pleasant musings, evidently, for a smile relieved the stolidity of his face and twinkled in his brilliant black eyes: a smile that had not wholly died away when the cab containing Mrs. Bar rington drew up sharply by the curb op posite. He was not too engrossed with his thoughts, however, to be by the side of the wheel, hat In hand, before- the driver of the taxi alighted. Edith Barrington’s greeting had some thing of the graciousness which her re ception of the solicitor of the previous afternoon had lacked. The vigil of the night had taught her wisdom, as well as given her courage. She needed all the courage a woman might summon, and found it little enough as she followed the inspector and the solicitor down the flagged passages to the room where the meeting was to take place. Her heart beat suffocatingly: all her pulses hammered. For a second a mist swam before her eyes and hid the face of the man she. had last seen smiling with insolent malice at her in a sunlit Paris street Then the mist cleared away and she saw that he was bowing to her wijh that exaggerated courtesy she remembered so well. “Won’t you sit down!"’ He. indicated a chair with a wave of his hand, a white and exquisitely kept hand that she remembered with a shiver of repulsion, was of unmanly softness She sank down on the hard chair with 'W’TNW Anty Drudge Tells How to Save a Day. Mrs. Method—“ Let’s see when I can go shopping: Mon day, washing; Tuesday ironing—” Arty Drudge— ‘‘Right there’s whore you can save a day, Mrs. Method. Use Fels-Naptha in your washing and it’ll only take a part of Monday forenoon,, with no hard work and you can do your ironing the same day. Fels-Naptha’s worth nearly a whole day in time alone every week besides the work, fuel and bother it saves. ” Pels-Naptha is more than a soap —it’s a helping hand on washday. And a mighty big help, too. If a neighbor came in and did three fourths of your weekly washing, she would be doing as much as Fels-Naptha will do for you if you wish. P'els-Naptha will dissolve and loosen the dirt in your clothes while they soak in cool or lukewarm water. Then, with a light rub and thorough rinsing, they're ready for the line. No boiling; no hard rubbing; in sum mer or winter. And your clothes will be sweeter, cleaner and whiter than if you boiled them till Doomsday. I akc advantage of this helping hand next washday and the drudgery of w ashing clothes will be ended for you. Follow directions printed on the back of the red and green wrapper, relief, and met his eyes unflinchingly. He was a handsome man. undoubtedly— the type which girls of 17 and women of 45 adore. “You have come," said Mr. Levasseur, softly, and his voice was exceedinly melo dious, "with the usual charming clemency of your sex. to show pity to a fellow creature In distress.” He regarded her with a bold scrutiny that swept her from head to foot. “I came," she replied, "for the best rea son in the world —because 1 could not help it." He gave a faint shrug ’’You have still the old genius for ob truding the unpleasant.” he said. "If you ladies would only realize that the un palatable loses much of its bitterness if it is properly clothed! By the way. htrw charming your are looking. The Rue De Le Paix?—obviously the excellent Barrington is an ideal husband." Mrs. Barrington made a fierce gesture of impatience. "Was it merely to be impertinent to me that you sent for me?” she asked The man smiled at her serenely. He sal down also, near the table, leaning his elbows upon it, his ebln on his white, folded hands. "What a very ridiculous and wholly unnecessary question!” he said, quietly. His eyes sought hers mercilessly. H« , noted the sudden blanching of her cheek, the compression of the beautiful lips that told of the struggle with fear which was ; raging within. But, apart from this, the beautiful face was proud and cold. He felt an intense desire stir in him to see her humbled, seeking quarter at his feet. He bad never succeeded In taming her— there had always been some Inner fort ress of the soul that had withstood him. Mrs. Barrington, returning the look, was conscious of a bitter disappointment: she realized that she had expected to find him changed—ls not cowed and ill at ease in the face of the danger that threatened him. at least not the suave, cynical indi vidual who faced her. She was forced to speak, to break his obstinate silence. “Now that I am here, what Is it that, you want of me?" she repeated. “Money for your defense? No doubt that may be forthcoming. But first, before I can promise, I must know.” Her voice fell, she leaned forward and put a rapid ques tion in French. “Is there any justice in the charge? Be frank with me are you guilty ?” His Statement. Again he shrugged his shoulders. “You are rather amusing. Cherie,” lie replied, in the same language. "Is one ever frank with a woman—unless one is smitten with lunacy? However, in this case it is well to state the truth. There Is no justice in the charge. I am not guilty. In de sire I have murdered the hoary old usurer a score of times. Perhaps, after all, there Is justice since, indeed, I have commit ted murder In intent.” Continued Tomorrow,