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THE OEOnCrLOTS MAGAZINE s PAGE Wanted---More 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. 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''aGx cWr >\R" • c. c : .® \\ lio knows, if yon keep a sharp eye, oh girl who loves the old gray sea, some day when yon take a header toward the slithery bottom, down there in the green twilight yon may find a finny fairy woman that nobody believes in giving yon a run for yonr money. 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 A ex. 1 exv.AW* .y,.- exexw 00 fFxZX.twVx It Vx QI I 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. To Be Continued in Next Issue. Nadine Face Powder (/" Green Box*3 Only. ) Makes the Complexion Beautiful A Soft and Velvety It is Pure, Harmless Money Had if Ab, Entirely Pleated. 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Last season the yield was considerably in excess of a million bushels. In one street of Paris, the Champs 1 Elysees, there have been during th past twelve months 580 accidents, of I which 30 have proved fatal. On the average coal miners marry a* an earlier age than any other members ; of the community. A pit pony recently brought up from ■i , mine had not seen davlieht for ■i < ■•! mine had not seen daylight for 22 y ears. Germany has over 70 daily newspa pers which are either Labor or Socialist organs Coal mining in England and Wales produces a yearly average of about 220,000,000 tons. Little Wonder, 14 hands 3 1-2 inches, was the smallest animal to win the Derby. 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Coim ASL ft- » imitation confidential A book on the subject Irv» UR M. K WOOLLEY * 80S, Vo. * A Victor Sanltulua, Attanta, Oa. 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 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 is such a sensitive soul that he can’t for give and forget such a trifling i 'mark you are happier with his name cut ofl your list of friends. * GIVE HIM TIME. ’ ' Dear Miss Fairfax: I am seventeen and am keeping steady company with a young man, age 22. 1 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 ls*never so satisfactory as when told at just the light time and place. Your impatience may frighten it away. YOU HAVE DONE YOUFfc 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; T 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 docs not answer. E. I. Your offense was unfortunate, but 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. When Yoimr Haw Tnrns 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. 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