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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE
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Lady
By WILLIAM F. KIRK,
THE STRENUOUS UPLIFT.
DAYSEY MAYME APPLETON
opened her eyes, yawned and
turned over for another nap.
Then her eyes fell on a motto on the
< "Every Day Is a New Beginning.''
She was beginning life all over again:
g .. W o ild begin it right!
She sprang out of bed and began to
sg in haste. She would make evert
hour of the day count! She was throw
on her clothes when .this motto
• tight her attention:
Make Haste Slowly."
She slowed down as quiekly as an
gntomobilist in passing a policeman,
•nd was very deliberately putting on
h ,.,. dress when the sleeve brought a pin
tra y to the floor with a crash.
Br Serene,” stared a motto above
i mirror, and she picked up the
■ -es without a murmur. As she threw
o . m into a waste paper basket (her
i = were caught by these words:
Save the Pieces."
-•bo gathered the.pieces out of the
bask.t and was putting them away
j efully when she read:
He Who Thinks Little Things Be
„m-s Little.”
S. ;l was thinking of such a trifle as
a broken pin tray. With an exclama
r'.on of wrath she again threw the
is away, and bumped her head in
• biing it.
sh>- b. gaii to cry, when she beheld:
Tnink Pain and You Have Pain;
Dmi’t Think It!”
• if course, she wouldn't think it, and
turned to the mirror to watch her
t smile when she saw a red blotch
on her chin.
S • r ached for the rouge and pow
d,r. and read beside her mirror:
Be Genuine.”
If she painted and powdered, site
•■•• ■ldn’t be genuine! She put the two
boxes that held temptation away, and,
it; turning from her mirror, read:
Make the Best of Your Appear
ance."
Then she put powder and paint on
• r face till she looked like a red and
white peppermint candy.
You Have Always Reason To Be
Grateful" stared her in the face when
-lie complained of the breakfast, and
Patience Sometimes Ceases To Be a
Virtue" looked back at her w hen she
resolved to be patient.
Silence Is Golden" silenced ner when
she began to talk, and "A Nimble
' ••• y Denotes a Nimble Wit” start
ed her again.
'on motto warned against what the
a otto next to it encouraged, and after
four hours of resolving to, and resolv
ing '.i. the inevitable happened.
l>.Mayme’ tore every motto
!■■•!•, ti" wall, wrapped each in white
tissw paper, and sent them to her
i riends.
I aw found this ntotto So Help
' die said in the note accompnny
a - ■;•< h. "and send it in the Pope that
help you.” ,
HE TIPPED AGAIN.
i|e . as very affable and free with his
i nions. was this young man. but that
about all he was free with. To the
tho had ■■arried Pis nor unheavy
• s o trie little count"yside station he
it. eiveii one whole penny.
<ott ithstanding the forlorn look on
man's face, he still continued to
I •! in an easy manner.
' shall never forget," he continued,
■ splendor of the seen wy when I
w.is in Switzerland. Il was an educa
tion to see the sun rise, tipping the lit
blue hills with gold—"
"Ah!" interrupted the man who had
with his bag. "Them 'ills was
Kkier than me, weren't they?"
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD.
1 'nee upon a time he had been an of
>'• r in a crack regiment, but he fell on
m il days, and in the end was compelled
” t'o. < e of circumstances to resign his
loinmission and to enlist in another
"glnicnt as a humble private.
He found it impossible, however, to-
; y to forget his position, and on one
"• asion, being requested bj a sergeant
lyid his horse—a duty that did not
devolve upon him—he remarked:
"Er—you forget—er— sergeant, that
! held his majesty’s commission.”
rin ergeant looked at him, not
lout respect by any means, and then
remarkt d:
■'Veil, youngster, I'm sorry, but
.'■ou’ll row have to hold one o'' his
‘la.Dsty’s horses!”
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BROADXV riV JOISEIo A 7’ §3 By Bertrand Babcock
Based on Georps M Cohan’s Play Now
Running in New York.
By BERTRAND BABCOCK.
TODAYS INSTALLMENT
The sudden ringing of the telephone- op
erator. who'had got Judge Spotswood on
the telephone, put an end to this ex
change between the two young men.
\Valla, i did not know that Jackson had
put in a call for the Jones family lawyer
in tht chewing gum town, but he sus
pected that Broadway might have done
something foolish, so he raced with
Broadway to the telephone and reached
it first.
“That’s Spotswood, my uncle’s attor
ney in Jonesville." explained Jackson. T
< ailed him up."
"Hello. Mr. Spotswood." said Wallace
into the telephone. "What?”
HURRIED PLANS.
.Jackson tried to put his own lips close
to the transmitter as he said:
“Yes. Judge, we want you to cum* io
New York at once."
Wallace pushed him away, as he re
plied io the bewildered inquiry of I <
country lawyer:
"No. no, Judge, we don't want you to
come here. We'll go to you"
"But I tell you 1 won't." remonstrated
Jackson to Bob.
Wallace ignored him as la continued to
the lawyer in Jonesville:
"Yes, you are understanding me now.
We’ll be there by 6 o’clock, in time for
dinner yes good-bye.”
Broadway Jones was almost angry. If
he had been less rushed by Wallace he
would have been thoroughly so.
“Say." he exclaimed, roughly, “what
are you trying to do—run my affairs tor
me?”
Wallace paid not the “lightest attention
to his anger.
“Yes.” he replied, and then shouted for
Rankin. When the latter appeared he or
dered :
Pack a grip for Mr. Jones He’s going
tru veil ng.”
I “To Japan' sir?” asked the butler, in a
pleased tone.
"Same thing. Connecticut,” returned
Wallace.
Open rebellion now surged through the
mind of the youth who had spent his
patrimony for waiters’ bows.
"Say. look here, 1 dont' intend to stand
for this much longer." he began, as he
saw the butler running to obey Wallace.
"Shut up!" roared Wallace.
Broadway opened his mouth to reply,
but didn’t, as the doorbell rang loudly.
Wallace made this an occasion to keep
Broadway moving.
“See who’s at the door, will you?” he
commanded.
LIKE A WAITER.
“Say. I’m not working for you. am I?"
retorted Broadway, tartly.
“Go on; do as you’re told.”
Much as he had been accustomed to
follow a head waiter blindly to the best
table. Broadway advanced to the door,
marveling at himself. A sharp command
from Wallace halted him.
“Wait a minute. It may be Mrs. Ger
ard. Didn’t she say she’d be back in a
half hour?”
The mention of the name of th* el
derly divinity of Broadway brought back
io Wallace Broadway’s complete, though
grumbling, obedience. Anything now to
escape her. since be was rich and did not
need the widow’s mite. He ran to the
window and saw her touring car. He
hurried back to Wallace and extended his
arms as a child to its parent for protec
t ion.
"It’s she. all right.” he said, in fear.
"What shall we say to her? What shall
we do?”
“Get your hat." said Wallace. "Let
m» think. Is there any rear way out?”
“Down through the kitchen, out into
the back yard, over a fence, and then
through the tradesmen’s entrance of the
Arleigh hotel to the street above this
one.”
“That!) do.” said Wallace, and he
• ailed Rankin.
The butler would have the grip packed
in five minutes. Wallace told him that
they couldn’t wait.
"We’ve got to make a train. See who’s
at 11 < door. Were going out the other
way. Come on," said Wallace.
Broadway hung back for a moment.
“Oh. Rankin." he explained, “there’ll be
a party of men here at 2 o’clock."
“What shall I tell them, sir?”
“Tell them, Rankin,” began Broadway,
but Wallace interrupted with, “Tell them
to go to, Rankin."
“I understand, sir. perfectly, sir," said
the butler, but he spoke to empty air,
for Wallace and Broadway had left the
room. Wallace fairly dragging the now
almost stupefied Broadway.
Rankin opened the street door, ami Mrs.
Gerard, love fairly radiating from her
twitching, senile face, pushed past him
into the room the two young men had
just but. She called out, with the break
• f ig< in her voice: "< >h. Jackson, dearie
Bcatri<e is here, honey." When not
i eve»! a lovelorn echo answered tier, she
Monied to Rankin: “Where’s Mr. Jones.”
“He’s gone, ma’am,” as gravely as
; though lc* wv’e speaking of a departure
• from this life.
Panic smote the triple widow.
"Gone where?” sin; faltered,
Japan." said Rankin, bowirm i< > i. <
‘ a smile
Part II
JONESVILLE IS ANXIOUS.
There may have been certain benighted
persons in New York who were not en
tirely familiar with the doings of Broad
way Jones—of his existence they could
not be ignoiant if thev so much as. only
< < easionally glanced at the front, pages
• i the newspapers. If such persons there
were thev could only be found in the class
which condemns the “newspaper habit”
and gets ii- knowledge u< current events
» f tlodr ucci’T i- i .-n in
maids of nowadays consult his prophecies, just as the warriors and kinys of a
cient days followed the dictates of the priestess of the Delphi Oracle.
But there were none such in Jones
ville. Conn., the town founded by Broad
way’s grandfather as a mere hamlet, but
which under his father and uncle had
grown to several thousand. The Jones
ville -Weekly Censor did not. it is true
carry the stories of his whitening the al
ready Great White Way. but there were
several home and foreign missionary so
i defies in the town which held regular
meetings. Then, too. old Miss Smyth, who
lived In the big house on the hill, had a
young nephew who had settled in New
York, and who occasionally took a stroll
up Broadway "just to see what Broad
way Jones was doing,” he explained to
his aunt. The nephew's letters were sum
marized, and on occasions even read, at
the meetings w’hen the women gathered
to sew for the "heathen." But for every
needle prick they gave their handiwork
they stuck two into Broadway Jones.
"Miss Smyth” took all of the New
York newspapers, too, and whenever
Broadway' had made a "splashing” her
copies of the publications traveled from
hand to hand.
So it was that Jonesville kept itself
informed of the doings of the son of his
father. (»f Its own affairs —prospects at
the chewing gum factory—Jonesville was
equally cognizant. Judge Spotswood was
! a close-mouthed man to all—save his
| wife.
HE ALWAYS DID.
1 But—
“ Mom,” he would often say, “I really
• ought not to tell you anything not in
tended for publication.”
However, he did.
And—
Well, all Jonesville knew not only of
the death of Andrew Jones, Broad
way’s uncle, but it had learned as well
that the youth who had first been (’ailed
Broadway on Main street, Jonesville,
Conn., was heir to his uncle’s plant and
fact rv. it also surmised that the gum
trust would approach Broadway, and that
it would probably succeed with the neph
ew where it had failed with the uncle.
It was inis later feature of the unusual
series of events for the little town that
worried Jonesville. The town was iso
yated. but it knew something of trust
methods. Hence it suspected that once
the jaw-agitaing corporation acquired the
Jones pepsin gum plant no more manu- :
acturing would be done in Jonesville
The employees of the plant would have to
rind work elsewhere —capital being mo
bile. but labor less so—and all the train
of little business centering about the i
Jones family would be practically de
stroyed.
The future of the Jones plant that is
to say, the future of the town was talked
over for hours by an anxious circle in
Green’s grocery, Pendleton’s drug store,
in the Grand hotel and even in Smith
Bios.’ Bazaar, Emporium and Mammoth
Department Store.
In a very humble Jonesville home on the 1
evening Broadway Jones was* »»xpe< by
Judge Spotswood, the. w’ife asked.
“John, what shall we have tor dinner
Sunday .' Do you think a put roast “
"No. mother.” said John. "You better
•go slow. The plant -the plart
He didn't finish. A glan oetween
I
( iiiem was enoug:- .
.\ young nrummer. "breaking m. was
trying to sell to Gbz *iah Smith a bill of
goods at least as larg- as his predeces
sor had dine. The senior partner of the
Bazaar, 'Emporium and Mammoth Depart
merit Store rubbed a shriveled hand over
a large ear absently.
“Wall. I dunno,” said he. “Demand
is a-slackin’ up—an* the stump speaker
who was here last fall said supply and
demand was the hull thing ”
V an upper window looking upon oip
»f • ’(’.••• t .•ri-h.dpJ ,*r<* shaded /• rer‘.
■ i >a’< a young wunnn
the rows and rows of little bom s. Her
fair hair h?uj been blown into little co
quettish clusters about her forehead, but
1 she did not even par. it down - sign of an
effort at thought in a woman. Hgray
eyes were intent: they seemed to pene
trate into the interior of the homes she
- saw about her.
“Poor people—poor people— in the hol
■ low of the hand of a spendthrift,” she
• murmured, and closed the window.
BROADWAY GETS A SHOCK.
The all-pervading unrest of Jonesville
found one of Its focal points in the white
frame house of Judge Spotswood. The
closing of the gum plant would mean
more to the judge than to any other man
in the town. He was local counsel to the
companv. The honorable dealings of the
Jones succession had obviated almost all
legal business outside of the town itself,
or business that could not be handled as
well from Jonesville as New York.
The judge was not a young man And
of latter years he had allowed his prac
tice. except that that <-ame from the
plant, to dwindle. Mrs. Spotswood, ma
tronly and plump, knew that her husband
was worried, for had he not sternly
warned her, apropos of nothing whatever,
that “fire sale day at Smith Brothers’ was
absolutely no place for a lady?”
Hence it was on this evening of ail
J*>nesville evenings that, the musical ef
forts of Sammy, the judge’s son, met with
no encourageemnt. Sammy was thirteen
and played two strings of the banjo he
had bought "to make myself a future
with, so’s I can live in New Haven."
Even Sammy’s appreciative remarks on
great men whose youth had resembled his
did not bring the customary nickel for
soda water. Sammy, who worked in the
(’hewing gum plant In the daytime, since
he hadn't done well at school, was par
ticularly’ insistent on this day that he
would leave Jonesville when he got a
chance.
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much, neither.”
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So Sammy went off grumbling.
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Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
While going down to work every
morning. I meet a girl whose ac
quaintance I would like to make.
She seems to wait for me every
morning, and while in the train she
does not take her eyes off me.
G. L.
Have you a mutual friend? There
is no other way to begin an acquaint
ance. A friendship that originates in a
street flirtation is never deserving of
such a wholesome classification as
"friendship” long.
WOULD BE PROPER TO ASK HIM.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
A gentleman has been calling on
me twice a week, taken me to
the theater anil dances and told me
lie liked me the first evening we
met. I was married when almost
twenty and at twenty I was a
widow. I am 23 now and the gen
tleman is 27. The last time he
called I said 1 iiad an engagement
for the following Sunday and noth
ing was said about him coming
again, but I thought he would take
it for granted that he was to call
on the following Wednesday as
usual, but he didn't. Ought I to
have asked him io call? I don’t
want him to think I care, but I do.
1 will see liim at the club In a
week. What shall I do or say?
Is It proper to have him call even
ings on Sunday rather than in the
afternoon? ANNA.
Ask him to call. There would be m
impropriety in showing such attention
to one who has been a good friend.
Sunday evening is a more pleasant
time for having a caller than Sunday
afternoon. There are fewer interrup
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I am glad you have not shown him
that you care. It will be soon enough
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