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THE OEORQIAMS MAGAZINE PAGE Wanted-—More 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. 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M o' - \ ' 1 5 6 ./ x ■ - ■ " " • "A- Z 4 ' ■ ' ' 11 i , V -AG M *'Mg- \, G •' A c V Vo vi ’ v Who knows, if you keep a sharp eye, oh girl who loves the old 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 i woman that nobody believes in giving yon a run for vour monev. "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. Nadine Pace Powder (Zr» Green Uoxcy Only. ) Makes the Complexion Beautiful S'"'" Soft and Velvety / \ * s ’’ ure > / \ Harmless r. W/'W: \ . • I Aiaarr Bad if Nil Entirely Pleated. WThe soft, velvety appearance re mains until pow der is washed off. Purified by a new process. Prevents sunburn and return of discolorations. The increasing popularity is wonderful. White, He>h, Pird, Brunette. Ry toilet counters or mail. Price 50 cents. NATIONAL IVILAT COUtANY. ForU. Im, Do You Know— A. recent invention is the bulletless gun. It shoots a gas which temporarily blinds and chokes the victim. The gun. which resembles a double-action revolver, holds five cartridges. The weapon has been adopted for use in tha United States secret service. Nicola Cappelli, of Pitigliano. Italy, left directions in his will that a litre of wine should be poured over his coffin, and two hectolitres distributed to those who attended his funeral. He request ed his friends to dance round his tomb. In Tasmania an area exceeding 20,000 I acres is under cultivation for the grow- I ing of apples. l.ast season the yield | was considerably in excess of a million bushels. In one street of Pa 'is, the Champs Elvsees. theie have been during th past twelve months SSO accident's, of which 30 have proved fatal. On the average coal miners marry at an earlier age than any other members of the community. A pit pony recently brought up from a coal mine had not seen daylight so 22 years. Germany has over “0 daily newspa pers which are either Labor or Sbciaiist organs. Coal mining in England and Wales produces a yearly average of about 220.000,000 tons. 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Your impatience may frighten it away. YOU HAVE DONE YOUR PART. Dear Miss Fairfax: Last summer I became acquaint ed with a young gentleman. He claims he loves me. We see each other very seldom, so we corre spond; I think I insulted him in ‘he last letter, which I really did not mean to do: and now’ he does not write. I wrote an apology and still he does not answer. E. I. Your offense was unfortunate, hut you recognized that you had done wrong, and apologized. You can do no more. Further self-reproach will look like pursuit. It will, moreover, humili ate you more than you deserve. If he cares for you he will come hack. Make no further attempt to coax him. When Yoimr Haiuir Tmurns Gray When a woman's hair turns gray, the world expects her to step back from the limelight. Active and abreast of the times she may be. with a wide ex perience. but—she has grown old and gray headed. Fortunate, indeed, is the woman whose hair retains its color through her forties. 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