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THE GEO SOHAM'S MAGAZIHE PAGE
When a Girl Is
Slighted
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
"JJove is a medley of endearments, jars.
Buspicions. quarrels reconcilements,
wars.” —William Walsh.
A GIRL. whose name we will give
as Anna, had an appointment to
meet her lover on a street cor
ner. He san her standing there, and
when he had almost reached her Hide
he saw two other ladies he knew. Turn
ing toward them, he talked to them till
the?.' were ready to go on. never looking
toward the girl who was waiting for
htm.
After they had gone, he waited for
Anna to walk to where he was stand
ing She felt that she had been slight
ed. and a quarrel followed.
The girl apologized. Girls always do.
Anna writ. - I wish to add that I
had known n n for two yeais, and he
had always been kind to me. I have
always gone to him J. hi troubles
and l.av. found him will ,ig to do any
thing for : nt ' '■ you ad-
vis. ■;
“Love is a tied.. -j of ... uts, jars.
Suspicion ..irr.'- ■ .mcihmients,
■ Tl.. g 1 o at !<■<. »■ < 'ove, who
wtii:.- Jov. .mi in her life,
should 1 ' i <■> i .. .It in no fu-
tnr< monoto . h< ■ days will
nr v r .main Into mi , other so
mil. 11 ..like !• . ,C|l r.ll I > t. 11. loOk
im i . ■ ■ other.
I- . i » i .my ol < imearments,
ailOthA .Im ol i . <hi > s of
svs'.i. 1 .-' . m' ■ r< . iieilements,
war.-
The). :i soir.l tiling doing.
eith< .i l< .- too Httle or a frown too
oftei 1 ■■ m . of lor e's privileges to
con.; .
Tl till. ir without doubt had
rtr<. • el' ; ~ meeting all day. and
itaci . <me t< it with the a nis of her
''h*ai omstrcti'n d.
P< ha- ,t meant more to her than to
bin If U did or not, there Is always
the gt■ outwa.. < mmtration on
the part of the gir Sh. haw told him
she l.nes him: that suflii.s with him.
He doesn't expect her to tell it every
hem i
He Isas told her he toves her. and she
Isn’t satisfied. She wants proof.
She watches for confirmation of. his
love. and also for confirmation of her
fears that his love is waning.
Without doubt, Arma’s lover put a
little slight on her. She should have
been firm with him. He is always first
wtth her.
But it 1b a trite saying that few
things are ae they should bo, which
needs amending when applied to love.
In the light of that most capricious
passion, nothing is as it should be. One
must know this, and be prepared to go
through all the wars and jars, finding
forgetfulness of th* suffering they
cause in the reconcilements and en
dearments that follow.
The man who has been a lover for
two years begins In away to be care
-I*sh in his wooing. It is as if lie felt
himself a married man and the prize
already won.
There are many precty theories about
wooing to the end of life, but they are
advanced hj- the women.
The men are satisfied with the one
Vooing of courtship days.
Having caught his car, a man sits
down to r. ad his paper. He puts the
Winning of a wife on a similar basis;
having won her. the pursuit ends, and
he wants to sit down- and be comfort
able.
The lover of two years standing lias
passed th. stage of little niceties. I
am sure that he had no intention of
slighting Anna. He knew she was wait
ing. He knew she would continue to
wait till he came
To that extent had he become a mar
ried man.
The lover indicates the husband. This
man may be time and loyal and good,
but the knowledge that his wife is
waiting for. him will 'never put all else
In the world out of his mind.
Anna knows, the manner of man he
is She loves him. and he loves her.
Lei those two great big facts shine
out o e all > 'se in i ,>e world.
At least, 1 beg of her that she doesn’t
let this mu lit th l slight cause a big
troublt . Wait till it is repeated.
Ever? friend deserves the benefit of
the doubt. How much more deserving
Is the lev. r of two vears faithfulness
and devotion!
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“INI HALS ONLY” S A Thrilling ~Mystery Story of Modern Times By Anna Katherine Green §3
(Copyright, 1911, Street * Smith.)
(Copyright, 1911, by Dodd. Mead & Co.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"I do that If he's as guiltless as he
say, he is. my watchfulness won't hurt
him. If he’s not. then, Mr, Chailoner,
I’ve but one duty; to match his strength
with my patience. That man is the one
great mystery of the day, and mysteries
call for solution At least, that’s the way
a detective looks at it.”
"May heaven .help your efforts!"
"I shall need its assistance." was the
dry rejoinder. Sweetwater was by no
means blind to the difficulties awaiting
him
Tell Me; Tell It All."
The day was a gray one, the first of
the kindr in weeks. As Doris stepped into
the room where Oswald s«.t. she felt how
much a ray of sunshine would have en
couraged her and yet how truly these
leaden skies and this dismal atmosphere
expressed the gloom which soon must
fall upon this hopeful, smiling man.
He smiled because any man must smile
at the entrance of so lovely a. woman,
but it was an abstracted smile, and Doris,
seeing it, felt her courage falter for a
moment, though her steps did not, nor her
steady, compassionate gaze. Advancing
slowly, and not answering because she
did not hear some casual remark of his,
she took her stand by his side and then
slowly and with her eyes on his face,
sank down upon her knees, still without
speaking, almost without breathing.
His astonishment was evident, for her
1 air was strange and full of presage as.
i indeed, she had meant it to be. But he
remained as silent as she. only reached
out his emaciated hand and, laying it on
her head, smiled again, but this time far
from abstractedly. Then, as he saw her
cheeks pale in terror of the task before
her, he ventured to ask gently:
"What is the matter, child? So wenry,
eh? Nothing worse than that, I hope."
"Are you quite strong this morning?
Strong enough to listen to my troubles;
strong enough to bear your own if God
' -ees tit to send them?" came hesitatlng
[ly from her Ups as she watched the es
, feet of each word, in breathless anxiety.
"Troubles .’ There can be but one trou-
• hie for me." was his unexpected reply.
"That I do not fear -will not fear in my
hour of happy recovery. So long as Edith
is well—Doris! Doris! You alarm me.
Edith is not ill not 111?"
The poor child could not answer save
with her sympathetic look and halting,
tremulous breath: and these signs he
would not. could not read, his own words
I hud made such an echo in his ears.
"III! I can not imagine Edith ill. I
always see her in my thoughts, as I .saw
her on that day of our first meeting; a
perfect, animated woman with the joyous
look of a glad, harmonious nature. Noth
ing has ever clouded that vision. If she
were ill 1 would have known it. We are
truly one that Doris, Doris, you do not
speak. leu know the depth of my love.
the terror of my thoughts. Is Edith ill?"
The eyes gazing wildly into bls slowly
left his face and raised themselves aloft,
with a sublime look. Would he under
stand? Yes, he understood, and the cry
which rang from his lips stopped for a
moment the beating of more than one
heart in that little cottage.
"Dead!” he shrieked out, and fell back
fainting in his chair, his lips still mur
muring in semi-unconsciousness. “Dead!
Dead!"
Doris sprang to her feet, thinking of
nothing but his wavering, slipping life
till she saw his breath return, his eyes
refill with light. Then the horror of what
was yet to come—the answer which must
be given to the how she saw trembling on
Ids lips, caused her to sink again upon
her knees in an unconscious appeal for
strength. If that one sad revelation had
been all!
But the rest must be told; his brother
exacted it and so did the situation. Fur
ther waiting, further hiding of the truth
would be insupportable after this. But,
oh! the bitterness of it! No wonder that
she turned away from those frenzied,
wildly demanding eyes
"Doris?”
She trembled and looked behind her.
She had not recognized his voice. Had
another entered? Had his brothed dared
no, they were alone; seemingly so, that
is. She knew—no one better—that they
were not really alone, that witnesses were
within healing, if not within sight. "
"Doris," he urged again, and this time
she turned in his direction and gazed,
aghast. If the voice were strange, what
of the face which now confronted her.
The ravages 6f sickness had been marked,
but they were nothing to those made in
an instant by a blasting grief She was
startled, although expecting much, and
could only press his hands while she
waited for the question he was gathering
strength to utter. It was simple when it
came: just two words:
"How long?”
She answered them as simply
".lust as long as you have been ill.”
said she. Then, with no attempt to break
the inevitable shock, she went on: "Miss
Chailoner was struck dead and you were
taken down with typhoid on the self-same
day."
"Struck dead! Why do yon use that
i word, struck? Struck dead! she. a young
woman Oh, Doris, an accident! M)
I darling him been killed in an avcideulj"
Parisian modistes are going to try to foist on’the fair ones of America.
However, the gowns Miss llerlein brought over are not so constructed to en
courage any tendencies any rose might have to blush unseen. That, as a matter
of fact, continues to be the principal feature of Milady’s fashions. The Pari
sian modistes are determined that her charms shall be displayed to the best ad
vantage, and. of course, their ideas, with the exception of the most daring ones,
launched for talking purposes, will hold sway in Atlanta as throughout the rest
of the country.
"They do not call it accident. They call
it what it never was. What It never
was,” she insisted, pressing him back
with frightened hands as he strove to rise.
"Miss Challoncr was—” How nearly the
word shot had left her lips. How fiercely
above all else, in that harrowing moment,
had risen the desire to fling the accusa
tion of that w'ord into the ears of him
who listened from his secret hiding place.
But she refrained out of compassion for
the man she loved, and declared instead,
"Miss Challoner died from a wound; how
given, why given, no one knows. I had
rather have died myself than have to tell
you this. Oli, Mr. Brotherson, speak, sob,
do anything but—”
She started back, dropping his hands
as she did so. With quick intuition she
saw that he must be left to himself if he
were to meet this blow without succumb
ing. The body must have freedom if the
spirit would not go mad. Conscious, or
perhaps not conscious, of his release from
her restraining hand, albeit profiting by it,
he staggered to his feet, murmuring that
word of doom: "Wound! Wound! My
darling died of a wound! What kind of a
wound?” he suddenly thundered out. "I
can not understand what you mean by
wound Make it clear to me. Make it
clear to me at once. If I must bear this
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the Alphabet.”
Her hearers looked puzzled. Then,
because they didn’t understand her, and
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way of women, they applauded vigor
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right for women to tack letters after
their names!
“It is woman who runs the home and
the husband. She is grand marshal of
the day every- day in the year, but she
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