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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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Miss llerlein recently returned from a tour of England and the continent, and brought back several scores of “dreams,” as one of the mati nee buds whose env.\ they amuse might say. Most of them are not exactly what -Miss Atlanta would wear for the Peachtree parade or even for a dance at East Lake, but they do NOT include the so-called Bare Knee gown, which it is said “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. 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