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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE 7 he Manicure 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!” Stetect 'Ucuwetf! Against Against / Substitutes ••• Imitations Get the Well-Known EJO.OI Round Package O W 51. Isa IW S ggggj MALTED MILK Made in the largest, best equipped and sanitary Malted Milk plant in the world We do not make "milk products— t\. jA Skim Milk, Condensed Milk, etc, But th * Original-Genuine HORLICK’S MALTED MILK Made from pure, full-cream milk fxWiwM-Mand the extract of select malted gram, reduced to powder form, soluble in k flj water. Best food-drink for all ages. MF ASK FOR WORLICK’S Used all over the G’obe The Seven Wonders of Love a Xo i.-»-The Oracle d v ki ii R r j n ]z| PV V I ife .Ip . " OB J V ■ simdKs»S MUmM -XAw w a*; wLf «*' -A ■ .■ , .. • •' 'A '-- •• 7 : A' ■•• " ' HV le. • ■.' ,■ • .;. •••, '• . t— 2; —7”~’ — —• -■ , . 'si. | •j ' •' ■■ ..•• ’' »!> l ‘A' ■ One of the wonders of the ancient world was the Oracle of Delphi, who de cided all inonientons problems of the world. The modern oracle is Love, and tiie 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. 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