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Wanted-—M Orel
Guardian Angels
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
r HE girl who has a good, sensible
mother, and who heeds that
'Mother, has a guardian angei
sufficient for all earthly needs.
But there are girls whose mothers
are weak, inane, and lack judgment,
though it be heresy to say it. And
there are also girls whose mothers are
with the real angels.
For the girls who are motherless in
either way. there should be more
guardian angels. Relatives, >ood
friends, teachers, the policemen and
all 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
and implore. All of which does no
good. The girl, apt in the language of
.romance, believes she is "constant."
and takes pride in 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 writer of the following letter.
She conced< ilrii all the warnings
her relatives give her are based on
fact, but continues on the path which
vv ill lead to her sorrow .
She asks advice. Are not her rela
tives giving it till they are black
in the face? Haven't they shouted
themselves hoarse with their warn
ings ?
"1 keep company." she writes, "with
a young man who is very kind to me. ;
He alws's dre-ses neatly and comes!
to see ni" three times a week. Il
have no father or mother. 1 live with I
my older sister.
"My folks sav he is not truthful, j
and that he is a heavy drinker. T
have been told by friends, also, that ;
after he has left me at night he has
been seen <■ lining out of saloons drunk
as’ can be. Half the time he does not |
work, and every one says he can hard- 1
ly support himself, much less a wife.
I have seen him often when he had i
drink in him
“Because I go with him. 1 am on j
bad terms with my brother and
brother-in-law. and they don’t speak
to me. I don’t like to live that way.
I am 22, and my friend is 24. I 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 from the blaze to ask fori
advice!
Do? What shall 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 - I
self, and he gets drunk.
To offset all those vices, she enum-j
erates but one virtue: He is “kind" I
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 to 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 him 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, ano he 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
site wants unless she goes to her rela
tives, and acknowledges she has been
in the wrong.
It may be hard to admit she has been
stubborn. But such an admission will
be easy compared with what the fu
ture has in stole unless she does.
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gray sea. some day when yon lake a header toward the slithery
bottom, down there in the green twilight yon may find a tinny fairy
woman that nobody believes in giving you a run for your money.
“The CldteS of Silence eta Simniins t Author Hushed Up’
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“-A boy will conic in to do the rough
est work,” Mrs. Riniington 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
in the life, in its hardships the early
rising in the dark' cold of The morning,
the 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 ihan hard to bear.
“ff she would only speak -if she were
only human,” the girl whispered to her
self. as she moved about her tasks in
ihe low-ceillnged kitchen, filled with the
red glow of the peat fire that struck
tiny points of dancing light from the
scanty stock of dishes on the old dresser
an(l 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 busy 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. William Vogel,
the “boy” who did the rough work, had
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.
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.
but the widow, who had not been entirely
devoid of a playful sense of humor in the
old days of the Red House, had looked
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
frlghtened expectancy, went forward and
drew back the bolt. A great rush of
blinding, stinging damp drove into the
kitchen on the breath of the wind. Out
side she saw’ the stretching face of the
moor suddenly whitened The snow had
come at last
Darkness and snow and the roar of
the wind that cut like a knife William
Vogel exerted his strength to close the
door upon it.
“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 cast a look at Betty as he spoke,
and laughed Betty hated him for that
laughter It checked the impulse that
was in her to make and give him tea
to 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. Up in that
gaunt building on the. hill, in those iron
cells with their stone floors, how the
cold must bite and freeze and chill the
very blood!
“Crool cold it be,” said he. stamping
his feet and blowing on his fingers, but
Betty was busy at a cupboard, storing
away the parcels be had brought In. and
she took no heed.
“You brought In the coaal before you
went?” she said “Then we shall not
need you any longer, William
“You’re main anxious to be rid o' me.
J do see, missus,” be said, taking up his
cap “And my good woman, she be
lAHitin for m* wl’ a nice strong cup o'
tea.”
He laughed again unpleasantly, and
IB
Ids manger that stis could justly have
rebuke-L
“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 fo»*
which she ridiculed herself, Betty asked
him to 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 to 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 lonely 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 house-mate
she was.
Inside that locked door what was she
doing” Without fire, perhaps without
light. Betty 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 another
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
the door that gave access to Mrs. Rim-
Ington’s room. Her face was as white
as tho anuw that 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
Rlmlngton'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
in s volume of hoarse passion:
“Woe to the nations that rise up
against my kindred' The Lord Almighty
will take vengeance on them in the riav
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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 then* in the
cold and ti:e daraness acclaiming the sav
age w’ords of the tierce woman of the
Jews, Judith, the daughter of Merari,
who. b\ beauty and treachery, subdued
the enemy of her race to 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 ol 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
•ounded 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, Hiin
ington had suffered nothing from the al
leged brutalities of the warders. He had
heard and read a good deal In the days
of his freedom of the sufferings inflicted
on those powerless to retaliate, but. on
•he whole, his experience had been hs 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 acer
tain extent, oppressed “a gentleman lag
when he came under his control. How
ever, lie found the prison officials a very
decent, not too well paid and decidedly
harassed set of men.
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In one street of Paris the Champs
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On the average coal miners marry ar
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A pit pony recently brought up from
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Germany has over 70 daily newspa
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Advice to the
Lovelorn
Ry BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
DON’T APOLOGIZE AGAIN.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am sixteen and considered very
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 ,
have written him asking him to
pardon me for saying that, but he
refuses to do so. ELISE.
You have done your part. If he le
such a sensitive soul that he can’t for
give and forget such a trifling remark,
you are happier with his name cut off
your list of friends.
GIVE HIM TIME.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am seventeen and am keeping
steady company with a young man,
age 22. I would like to’know if he
really loves me H. D.
If he does he will let you know. In
the meanwhile, don't hasten the decla
ration. .
That is one of the things that Is never
so satisfactory as when told at just the
right time and place. Your impatience
may frighten it away.
YOU HAVE DONE YOUR PART.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Last summer I became acquaint
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claims he loves me. We sees each
other very seldom, so we corre
spond: I think f Insulted him In ’Jis
last letter, which I really did not
mean to do; and now he does not.
write. I wrote an apology and stITI i 1
he does not answer. E. L
Yrtur offense was unfortunate, bitt
you recognized that you had done
wrong, and apologized. You can do no
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like pursuit. It will, moreover, humili
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cares for you he will come back. Make
no further attempt to coax him.
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