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THE GEORGIAN'S MAGAZWE PAGE
The M anicure
Lady
By WILLIAM F. KI UK.
THE STRENUOUS UPLIFT.
DAYSEY MAYME APPLETON
opened her ej «s. yawned and
| turned over for another nap.
Then her eyes fell on a motto on the
wall. "Every - Day Is- i New Beginning.”
She was beginning life al! over again;
she would begin it right!
She sprang out of bed .nd began to
dress in haste. Sh< would make every
| hour of the day count! She was throw
ing on her clothes when this motto
caught her attention:
"Make Harte Slowly."
She slowed down as quickly as an
•ntomoblllst- in p-sslng . policeman,
I and was beratelt putting on
her dress when th- sleeve brought a pin
I tray to the fluor with a crash.
"Be Serene.” stared a motto above
her mirror, and she picked up the
pieces without a murmur. As she threw
them into a waste paper basket her
eyes were caught by these words:
"Save the Pieces.”
She gathered the pieces out of the
banket and was putting them away
carefully when she road:
"He Who Thinks Little Things Be
comes Little." •
She was thinking* of such a trifle as
a broken pin tray. With an exclama
|. tion of wrath she again threw the
pieces away, and bumped her head in
I doing it.
She began to cry, when she beheld:
“Think Pain and You Have Pafn;
Don't Think It!”
Os course, she wouldn’t think it, and
she turned to the mirror to watch her
self smile when she saw a red blotch
| on her chin.
She reached for the rouge and pow
der, and read beside her mirror:
"Be Genuine."
If she painted and powdered, she
wouldn’t be genuine! She put the two
boxes that held temptation away, and,
in turning from her mirror, read:
"Make the Best of Your Appear
ance.”
Then she put powder and paint on
her face till she looked like a red and
white peppermint candy.
"You Have Always Reason To Be
Grateful” stared her In the face when
she complained of the breakfast, tend
"Patience Sometimes Ceases To Be a
Virtue” looked back at her when she
resolved to be patient.
"Silence Is Golden" silenced her when
she began to talk, and "A Nimble
Tongue Denotes a Nimble Wit” start
t ed her again.
One motto warned against what the
motto next to It encouraged, and after
four hours of resolving to, and resolv
ing not to, the Inevitable happened.
Daysey Mayme tore every motto
from the wall, wrapped each In wjiite
• tissue paper, and sent them to her
friends.
“I have found this motto So Help
ful,” she said tn the note accompany
ing each, “and send it in the hope that
H will help you.” e
HE TIPPED AGAIN.
He was very affable and free with his
opinions, was this young man. but that
was about all he was free with. To the
man who had carried his not unheavy
bag to the little countryside station he
had given one whole penny
Notwithstanding the forlorn look on
the man's face, ho still continued to
-hat in an easy manner
"I shall never forget,” he continued,
‘the splendor of the scenery when I
was in Switzerland It was an educa
tion to see the sun rise, tipping the lit
tle blue hills with gold - ”
"Ah!” Interrupted the man who bad
toiled tilth Ids bag “Them 'ills was
luckier than mt. weren't they?"
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD.
Once upon a time be had been an of
ficer In a crack regiment, but he fell on
evil days, and in the end was compelled
by force of circumstances to resign his
commission and to enlist in another
regiment as a humble private.
He found it impossible, however, IQ-
S' tally to forget his position, and on one
ocasion, being requested by a sergeant
to hold his horse—a duty that did not
really devolve upon him—ho remarked:
“Er —you forget—er—sergeant, that
once I held his majesty's commission ’
The sergeant looked al him, not
without respect by any means, and then
remarked:
“Well, youngster, I'm sorry, but
you’ll now hav- t-- hold one of his
L * majesty’s horses!"
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BROADWAY JONES (§ A Thrilling Story §3 By Bertrand Babcock
Based on George M. Cohan’s Play Now
Running In New York.
By BERTRAND BABCOCK.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Tlie 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.
Wallace did not know that Jackson had
put In a call for the Jones family lawyeij
in the chewing gum town, but he sus
pected that Broadway might have done
something foolish, so ho raced with
Broadway to the telephone and reached
it first.
“That’s Spotswood, my uncle’s attor
ney In Jonesville. ’’ explained Jackson. "I
called 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 come to
New York at once.”
Wallace pushed him away, as he re
plied to the bewildered inquiry of the
country lawyer:
"No. no, Judge, we don't want you to
come here. We ll go to you”
"But 1 tell you l won't, ' remonstrated
Jackson to Bob.
Wallace Ignored him as he continued to
the lawyer hi Jonesville:
"Yes. you are understanding me now.
We ll be there by ti 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 for
me?"
Wallace paid not the slightest 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
traveling
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 bis
patrimony for waiters’ bows.
"Say look here, I dont' intend to stand
for this much longer,” he began, as lie
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 tor 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 nt 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?”
I The mention of the name of the el
derly divinity of Broadway brought back
to Wallace Broadway's complete, though
, grumbling, obedience. Anything now to
escape her. since he 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
tion.
1 "It’s she. all right.” he said, in fear.
■ "What shall wi> say to her? What shall
we do?" *
"Get your hat," said Wallace. "Let
me think. Is there any rear way out?"
"Down through the kitchen, out into
i the back yard, over a fence, and then
through the tradesmen's entrance of the
Arleigli hotel to the street above this
one.”
"That'll do,” said Wallace, and he
called Rankin.
The butler would have the grip packed
i in live minutes Wallace told him that
they couldn't wait.
"We’ve got to make a train. See who’s
at the door. ' We're going out the other
way Come on." said Wallace
Broadway bung back for a moment.
"Oh. Rankin." he explained, "there’ll be
a party of men here at 2 o'clock." •
“What shall I tel! them, sir?”
"Tell them, Rankin." began Broadway,
but M allace interrupted with, "Tell them
to go to. Rankin."
"1 understand, sir. perfectly, sir.” said
l the butler, but he spoke to empty air.
| lor Wallace and Broadway had left the
I room. Wallace fairly dragging the now
almost stupefied Broadway.
Rankin opened the street door, and Mrs.
Gerard, love fairly radiating from her
I twitching, senile face, pushed past him
Into the room the two young-men had
I just left She called out. with the break
'of age in het- voice: "oh, Jackson, dearie
4 Beatrice Is here, honey " When not
I even a lovelorn echo answered her, she
turned to Rankin: "Where's Mr. Jones?"
"He's gone, ma'am,” as gravely as
I though lie were speaking of a departure
from this life.
Panic smote the triple widow
"Gone where "" she faltered
“To Japan," said Rankin, bowing to hide
a smile.
Part II
JONESVILLE IS ANXIOUS.
There may have been certain benighted
! .wreoi. ■ in New York who were not en
tirely temiliar with the doings of Broad
way Jones -of his existence they could
not be ignorant if they so much as only
occasionally glanced at the front pages
of the newspapers If such pm-sons there
were they could only be found in the class
which condemns the “newspaper habit”
and gets its knowledge of cun-ent events
so after tb<ir occurrence in
•the review >
No. i.—The Oracle
Copyright, 1912, by The Star Company
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
cieties 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 when the women gathered
to sew for the “he-athen.” But for every
needle prick they gave their handiwork
they stuck two into Broadway Jones.
"Miss Smyth” took all of the New
Y'ork 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, of its own affairs—prospects at
the chewing gum factory—JonesvilloSwas
equally- cognizant. < Judgc Spotswood was
a close-mouthed man to all —save his
wife.
HE ALWAYS DID.
Hut
"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 called
Broadway on Main street, Jonesville,
Conn., was heir to his uncle's plant and
factory. It also surmised that the gum
trust would amproach Broadway, and that
it would probably succeed with the neph
ew where it had failed with the uncle.
It was'thls later feature of the unusual
series of events for the little town that
worried Jonesville. The town was iso
lated, but it knew something of trust
methods. Hence it suspected that once
the jaw-agltalng corporation acquired the
Jones pepsin gum plant no more manu
facturing would be done in Jonesville.
The employees of the plant would have to
find work elsewhere capital being mo
bile. but labor less so—and all the train
of little business centering about the
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
Bros.' Bazaar, Emporium and Mammoth
Department Store.
In a very humble Jonesville home on the
evening Broadway Jones was expected by
Judge Spotswood, the wife asked.
"John, what shall we have for dinner
Sunday? Do you think a pot roast—"
"No, mother," said John. "You better
go slow. The plant—the plant-*”
He didn't finish. A glance between
them was enough
A young drummer, "breaking in." was
trying to sell to • Ibadiah Smith a bill of
goods at least as large as his predeces
sor had dine. The senior partner of the
Baeaar. Emporium and Mammoth Depart
ment Store rubbed a shriveled hand over
a large cur absently.
"Wall, 1 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 "
A: an upper window looking upon '>ne
o- the most secluded and shaded streets
ot the town sat a young woman regarding
maids of nowadays consult his prophecies, just as the warriors and kings of an
cient days followed the dictates of the priestess of the Delphi Oracle.
the rows and rows of little homes. Her
fair hair had been blown into little co
quettish clusters about her forehead, but
she did not even pat it down —sign of an
effort at thought in a woman. Her gray
eyes were intent; they seemed to. pene
trate into the interior of the homes site
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
company. 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 came 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 all
Jonesville 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
chewing 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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THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
While going down to work every
morning. I meet a girl whose ac
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She seems to wait for me every
morning, and while in the train she
does not take her eyes oft me.
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WOULD BE PROPER TO ASK HIM.
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me twice a week, taken me to
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