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THE OEOBOIAM’S MAGAZINE, PAGE 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. 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A'XV'' ’ ' ■ ■xx HtwMfeXwW ® m'aX rXxXpX^XS-XWX' \\ ho knows, if yon keep a sharp eye. oh girl who loves the old 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 v ' rr S.t<. ----- 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. To Be Continued in Next Issue. Nadine Face Powder (/n G’reen lioxej Only. ) Makes the Complexion Beautiful A process. Prevents sunburn and return of discolorations. The increasing popularity is wonderful. White, Fleih, Pint, Brunette. By toilet counters or mail. Price 50 cents. NATIONAL TQIUTT GQMI'ANY, two. That Do You Know— A recent invention is the builetless 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 the United States secret service. Nicola Cappelli, of Pitigliano, Italy, left directions in his will that a litre of wine shottld 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 ffcres is under cultivation for the grow ing of apples. Last season the yield was considerably in excess of a million bushels. In one street of Paris the Champs El.vsees, there have been during the past twelve months 580 accidents, of which 30 have proved fatal. On the average coal miners marry ar an earlier age than any other members of the community. A pit pony recently brought up from a coal mine had not seen daylight for 22 years. Germany has over 70 daily newspa pers which are either Labor or Socialist organs. 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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 ed with a young gentleman. He 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 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 back. Make no further attempt to coax him. 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