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Guardian Angels
By FRANCES L. CARSIDE.
THE girl who has a good, sensible
mother, and who heeds that
mother has a guardian angel
sufficient for all earthh needs.
But there arc girls whose mothers
arc weak, inane, and la< k judgment,
though it be heresy to -at it. And
there are also gills whose mothers arc
with the real angels.
For the girls who are motherless in
either way. there should be more
guardian angels Relatives, good
friends, teachers, the policemen and
all the laws of the land ire not suf
ficient to keep ‘ such girls from de
struction when they oner- .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,"
•nd 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 concedes that all the warnings
her relatives give her arc ba«ed on
fact, but continues on the path which
will 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?
"I keep company." she writes, "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. I live with
my older sister.
"My folks say he is not truthful,
and that he Is a heavy drinker. 1
have been told by friends, also, that
aftt r he has left me at night he has
been seen coming out of saloons drunk
as can be. Half the time he does not
work, and every one says he can hard
ly support himself, much less a wife.
1 have seen him often when he had
drink In him.
"Because I go with him, I am on
bad terms with my 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. I have n
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 for
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
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 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 wa>
can he be kind, and he is not kind
to the woman to whom he gives the
task of reforming him. If he cut her
to death by inch's 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
Borrow If she marries him. and It Is
my earnest opinion that sorrow Is what
she 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. Rut such an admission will
be easy compared with what the fu
ture has in store unless she doos.
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Ihe Gates of Silence Meta Simmins, Author of "Hushed Up"
TODA Y’S IXST ALLM ENT.
•’A boy will come in to do the rough
est 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
I.ums.len would have d«»ne. 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 than hard to bear
“If she would only speak If she werfc
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
scant* stock of dittoes on the old dresser
ami 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 du
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 ('ailed 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 chlled 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.
Tn this lonely spot, where every stran-
ser 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
frightened expectancy, wont 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 I
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" tire than
up in the stone jug. missus. I reckon.”
He cast a look at Btytv as he spoke,
and laughed. Betty hated him for that
laughter It cheeked the impulse that I
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.
I 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 >
cells with their stone floors, how the
cold must bite and freeze and chill the
very blood!
"t'rool cold it be.” said he. stamping
his feet and blowing on his fingers, but
Betty was busy at a cupboard, storing
away the parcels he had brought in, and j
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.
1 do see. missus,” he said, taking up his
cap. “And my good woman, she be
waitin' for me wi" a nice strong cup o'
tea
He laughed again unpleasantly, and
I \at there was not actual insolence in
his tnanper that she could Justly have
|rebuked
“Why, I thought you U’ere 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 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—w’here 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
be 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 f 111 —tn « • I.n . ...v.
think that -to believe that when. night
•ind 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
ot the strange woman whose house-mate
t she was.
Inside that locked door what was she
doing? Without fire, perhaps wdthout
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 Are —the low, monot
onous sound of a human voice.
She started and the knitting dropped
to the hearth with a faint ctlck of steel
' needles. Who was speaking—who was
there with Mrs. Bonington 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 the snow that was covering the moor i
with its winding sheet and her hands !
trembled. Then with a rush the blood ’
came back to her heart, it was Deborah 1
Rlmlngton's own voice repeating some- I
thing In a low. monotone. The words I
came to her through the closed door as !
the voice rose and fell:
“For all sacrifice Is too little for a I
sweet savor unto Thee."
Then, on a rising note that culminated ■
In a volume of hoarse passion:
"Woe to the nations that rise up
J against my kindred! The Lord Almighty
. will take vengeance on them In the day (
of Judgment—putting fire and worms In j
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, the daughter of Merarl,
who. by beauty and treachery, subdued
the enemy of her race to his death.
‘‘Fire and worms in their flesh."
The reciting voice rose to a wall. 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
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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 deal in the days
of his freedom of the sufferings inflicted
on those powerless to 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 wad a man who, on prin
ciple, apparently disliked, and. to a cer
tain extent, oppressed “a gentleman lag”
when he came under his control. How
ever. he 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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Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
DON’T APOLOGIZE AGAIN.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am sixteen and considered very
good looking and am also very p«*p
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
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pardon me for saying that, but he
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GIVE HIM TIME. ’ '
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I am seventeen and am keeping
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Dear Miss Fairfax:
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