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Guardian Angels
By FRANCES L GARSIDE.
HE girl who ha« fl Food, senslbk
• mother, end who heeds that
«.»otn«tr. has a guardian ang»i
•ufflclent for all earthly needs
But there are girls whose mothers
■re weak, inane, and lark judgment,
though it he here-y to sav it. And
there are also girls whose mothers are
. with the real angels.
For the girls who are motherless In
either way. there should he more
guardian angels Relatives. good
friends, teachers, the policemen and
■ll the laws of the land are not suf
ficient to keep such girls from de
struction when they once set their feet
that way
They fall in love with the wrong
man. All who are interested In a girl’s
best interests argue, command, threaten
•nd implore. All of which does no
good The girl apt In the language of
believes she is "constant,"
■nd takes pride tn the word.
There is a word not so pretty which
describes her better stubborn" So
stubborn Is she that with a realization
of the pitfalls before her she walks
right into them rather than turn about
and admit she has been traveling a
dangerous path
Under the word "stubborn” I would
class the writei of the following letter.
She concedes that all the warnings
her relatives giro her are based on
fact, but continues on the path which
will lead to het sorrow
She asks advice Are not her rela
tives giving It till they are black
In the fae< ? Haven't they shouted
themselves hoarse with their warn
ings ?
”1 keep company " she wiltes. "with
a young man who is very kind to me
He always dresses neatly and comes
to see me three times a week 1
have no father or mother. 1 live with
my older sister
"My folks say he is not truthful,
■nd that he is a heavy drinker. 1
have hewi told by friends, also, that
after he has left me at night he has
been seen coming out of saloons drunk
• s can be. Half the time he docs not
work, and every one says he can hard
ly support himself, much less a wife.
I have seen him often when he had
drink in him.
"Because I go with him, I am on
bad terms with tny brother and
brother-in-law, and they don’t speak
to me. I don't like to live that way.
lam 22. and my friend is 24 1 have a
few dollars .saved, and they say he Is
after my money What would you ad
vise me to do?"
A girl deliberately plays with fire,
and turns front the blaze to ask sot
advice!
Do? What shah she do? Run from
the fire as fast as she can! There can
be no half way measures.
The man isn't truthful He doesn't
earn more than enough to support him
self and he gets drunk.
To offset all these vices, she enum
erates but one virtue: He Is "kind"
to her.
It would be more to her Interest If
she knew how to be kind to herself
If she were kind to herself she would
know that no man who drinks can be
kind tn a girl by paying her atten
tion.
The only way he can be kind is to
never go near her, or write.
The only way left for hint to be kind
to any woman Is to let that woman
remain in ignorance of his existence
If he can't reform In no other way
can he be kind, and lie is not kind
to the woman to whom he gives the
task of reforming him. If he cut her
to death by inches he would be more
human.
The advice this girl's relatives give
her is the best there is. No one could
give her better. She owes It to them
to take it.
She need not hope for anything but
sorrow if she marries him, and it Is
my earnest opinion that sorrow is what
she wants unless she goes to her rela
tives, and acknowledg.-s she has been
In the wrong
It may be hard to admit she has been
stubborn. Rut such tin admission will
be easy compared with what the fu
ture has in store unless she does.
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gray sea. some day when yon take a heatler toward the slithery
bottom, down there in the green twilight vou mav find a finny fairy
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"M! 4 ‘The Gates of Silence” Vt /?y Meta Simmins, Author of" Hushed Up"
TODAY ’S INSTALLMENT.
“A boy will come in to do the rough*
♦‘Rt work," Mrs Rimington had told her.
'but you must expect no ease you must
fend for yourself, and if you share my
life you must share its work and grumble
at nothing
Grumble that was the last thing Betty
Lumsden would have done. She rejoiced
m the life, in its hardships the early
rising In the dark cold of the morning,
’he rough food kissed the rod and
pressed It to her breast but there was
something in the grim solitude, the mask
like face that covered everything of the
real woman and her feelings, that was
more than hard to bear
“If she would only speak If she were
only human,” the girl whispered to her
self, as she moved about her tasks In
the low-ceilinged kitchen, filled with the
red glow of the peat tire that struck
tiny points of dancing light from the
scanty stock of dishes on the old dresser
and turned the shining lids on the pots
on the rack below to so many pools of
flame
She made up the fire and sat down,
taking up some knitting, with which she
strove to busx herself. She had barely
seated herself when she heard the sound
of knocking at the back door. It was
scarcely 4 o’clock in the afternoon, but it
was already almost dark. W illiam Vogel,
tlie “boy" who did the rough work, bad
prophesied snow for the evening. Betty
supposed that the knock at the door
heralded his return with the groceries,
for which he had gone into the village.
1 Mrs Rimington had spoken sportively
surely when she called him a boy, seeing
' he was a man of middle age. grim and
taciturn, for whom Betty had conceived
an instant dislike “William the Silent"
• she had called him to Mrs. Rimington.
j but the widow. who had not been entirely
i j devoid of a playful sense of humor In the
* old days of the Red House, had looked
i only stony disapproval.
The Signal.
In this lonely spot, where every stran
ger might, and ought to. be regarded
■ with suspicion, they had arranged on a
signal for their messengers. William
gave It now. and Betty, who had been
looking towards the door with a half
i frightened expectancy, went forward and
■ drew back the bolt \ groat rush of
■ blinding, stinging damp drove into the
• kitchen on the breath of the wind Out-
I side she saw the stretching face of the
moor suddenly whitened The snow had
k come at last
Darkness and snow and the roar of
the wmd that cut like a knife William
Vogel exerted hts strength to close the
i door upon it
F "Main cold tha night." he said; "main
cold it be Better here by t’ fire than
’ up In the stone jug. missus. I reckon."
He oast a look at Betty as he spoke,
k and laughed Betty hated him for that
‘ laughter It checked the Impulse that
• was in her to make and give him tea
Ito fortify him for his trudge through
the snow to his cottage across the moor.
It was Intolerable that this sly faced,
hard-featured man should put Into the
, odious words of selfishness her own bit
ter thoughts over which her heart had
» been crouching in pity I p in that !
gaunt building on the hill, in those iron'
I cells with their stone floors, how the
H cold must bite and freeze and (‘hill the'
I very blood’
"Crool cold it be. said he stamping 1
his feet and blowing on hfs* fingers, but 1
, Betty was busy ai a cupboard, storing
awa\ the parcels he had brought in. and
1 she took no heed
» "You brought in the coaal before you I
went'* she said "Then we shall not
need >ou anv longer. William.
'You're main anxious to be rid •»' me j
1 do see. m ssus. he said, taking up his,
i cap ' And rm good woman. she b<* i
wa tin for me wi a nice strong cup •>
I tea "
Up laughed again unpieMsnnth. and]
i \e' there was not actual insolence in.
, his manner that she could juadb ha\c
I rebuked.
"Why, I thought you were aa bache
lor. William'.’" she said
"Oh. aye, they do say. Well, good
night to ye: ye’ll be anxious to lock up."
Then, with a certain sense of fear for
which she ridiculed herself. Betty asked
him tn wait while she poured water on
the tea Perhaps she had made an enemy
of this man. here in this place where they
so blandly needed friends—where al
ready, for some reason she could not un
derstand. she was beginning to feel they
were looked on with suspicion and re
sentment. But the man refused. He
went out, banging the door behind him.
and Betty turned the key in the lock
with a sense of relief. A few moments
ago she had longed for company for hu
man speech. Now she was thaankful to
bo alone.
Pleasant Thoughts.
She sat down again and resumed her
knitting, striving tn fix her thoughts on
the man in his prison, pleasant and lov
ing thoughts, that might have their in
fluence perhaps upon his. She liked to
think that—to believe that when, night
and morning, she sent her greeting to
him she was conscious in some manner
of her love going out to him on some
wave of thought transference. But her
thoughts broke and scattered, refused to
concentrate —thoughts of her sister in
the lonelx house in Sussex, thoughts of
Paul Saxe as she had seen him last in
a white heat of anger that he had con
trolled. but could not disguise-thoughts
of the strange woman whose hnuse-ma.e
she was.
Inside that locked door what was she
doing? Without fire, perhaps without
light Bett\ had ventured to remonstrate
with her yesterday and had received a
cold rebuke that had brought the tears
smarting to her eyes The wind howled
and raged about the house, at intervals
the snow, drifting down the wide chim
ney. caused the fire to hiss and splutter
Presently Betty was aware of anothei
sound that was not of the wind or the
melting snow on the fire the low. monot
onous sound of a human voice
She started and the knitting dropped
to the hearth with a faint click of steel '
needles. Who was speaking—who was
there with Mrs. Rimington behind the .
] locked door?
With a curious fear catching at her
heart. Betty crept across the kitchen to 1
the door that gave access to Mrs. Rim
’ mgton's room. Her face was as white
as tho ar.cv. Lhat was covering the moor
with its winding sheet and her hands
trembled. Then with a rush the blood
! came back to her heart. It was Deborah '
Rimington s own voice repeating some
thing in a low. monotone. The words
came to her through the closed door as
the voice rose and fell:
“For all sacrifice Is too little for a
sweet savor unto Thee.”
Then, on a rising note that culminated
, m a volume of hoarse passion
“Woe to the nations that nse up
V’S njt my kmdred! The Lord Aimiohtv
i will ’Z\.e vengeance on them m the dev .
/
of judgment—putting fire and worms in (
their flesh, and they shall feel them and .
weep forever.”
Betty drew back with a little indraw
ing of the breath. She could not have
told why. but there seemed to her some
thing terrible and horrible in the sound
of this lonely woman sitting there in the
cold and the darkness acclaiming the sav
age words of the fierce woman of the
Jews, Judith, lhe daughter of Merari, j
who. by beauty and treachery, subdued >
lhe enemy of her race tn his death.
"Fire and worms in their flesh/'
The reciting voice rose to a wail. Bet
ty. with a sudden impulse of horror,
thrust up her hands to her ears and ran
back, crouching to her seat at the fire.
Then, all at once, a sound cut through
the silence that brought her upright and
rigid the loud, clamorous summons of a
bell.
"The prison bell!" she cried aloud.
There was no doubt of it: no mistaking
that metallic clamor. The wind must
have changed since the morning. It
sounded over the moor as though it had
rung only a few yards from their door—
no. nearer still It seemed as though
every stroke of the iron tongue was
beating upon her heart
The Man's Hour.
In his experience of prison life. Rim
ington had suffered nothing from the al
leged brutalities of the warders. He had
heard and read a good dea’ In the days
of his freedom of the sufferings inflicted
on those powerless io retaliate, but. on
the whole, his experience had been as fa
vorable as he felt he had the right to
expect. Here and there among the prison
officers there was a man who, on prin
ciple. apparently disliked, and. to aver
tain extent, oppressed "a gentleman lag"
when he came under his control. How
ever. he found the prison officials a verx i
decent, not too well paid and decidedly
harassed set of men
To Be Continued in Next issue.
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A. recent invention is the bulletless
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On the average coal miners marry at
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A pit pony recently brought up from
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Germany has over “0 daily newspa
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Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
DON’T APOLOGIZE AGAIN.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am sixteen and considered ve’r?-
good looking and am also very pop
ular.
I have had a quarrel with one of
my boy friends. I told him he
made me tired. He asked me if I
meant it. and I said "Yes.” After
that he refused to talk to me. I
hifve written him him to
pardon me for saying that, hut he
refuses to do so. ELISE.
You have done your part. If he Is
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you are happier with his name cut oft
your list of friends.
GIVE HIM TIME.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am seventeen and am keeping
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really loves me H. D.
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That is one of the things that is never
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may frighten it away.
YOU HAVE DONE YOUR PART.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Last summer I became acquaint
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other very seldom, so we corre
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he does not answer. E. I.
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no further attempt to coax him.
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